February 25, 2004

Yokohama Base


Takeru Shirogane sat in the cockpit of the Takemikazuchi, his hands steady on the controls as the TSF hummed with restrained power around him. It felt strange, being inside this machine — so different from the Gekishin he had piloted in Sadogashima. The Takemikazuchi was a masterpiece of engineering, a symbol of the Imperial Guard's might, and now it was his to command. But with that power came an unfamiliarity, a feeling of disconnection as he adjusted to the new systems, the new controls. He was both familiar and unfamiliar with it.

The cockpit was sleek, with advanced systems that responded to his every command with a precision that bordered on eerie. The screens glowed with a soft blue light, displaying real-time data on the battlefield, the movements of the BETA, and the status of his fellow pilots. The controls felt smoother, more responsive, but also more demanding, as if the machine itself was testing him, pushing him to his limits.

"Configuring the control unit. Raising control sensitivity, disabling pre-set cooldown protocols," the Eishi voice intoned, its tone as clinical and detached as ever.

Takeru adjusted the settings, feeling the machine respond instantly to his touch. The Takemikazuchi was a marvel, but it required finesse — a level of precision that he hadn't needed in the Gekishin. Here, every movement, every action was amplified, and there was no room for error especially when he had to disable some of the safety functions to perform his maneuvers.

"It's a good thing we learned how to do this with this TSF too," the veteran voice remarked, a note of satisfaction in its tone.

"It would be embarrassing if we didn't have a clue after spending so much time fighting in this world," the professional voice added, its tone dry and somewhat amused. "We're only her because the world's not done making a toy out of us."

Takeru couldn't help but agree. He had fought in this world long enough to know that any mistake, any hesitation, could mean death. The Takemikazuchi was a powerful machine, but it was also a demanding one, and he couldn't afford to falter now—not with so much at stake.

"Let's check on Class Rep and Ayamine," the bratty voice suggested, a hint of concern in its usually flippant tone.

Takeru activated the comms link to his wingmates, his voice calm as he spoke. "Oberon One to flight. How are you holding up?"

"All green," Kei replied, her voice steady despite the tension that crackled in the air between them.

"Readouts are fine. What about you, Shirogane?" Chizuru asked, her tone professional, though Takeru could sense the underlying worry.

"Doing fine, Class Rep," Takeru responded, keeping his voice neutral. He didn't want to worry them, not now, when they all needed to stay focused.

"I see," Chizuru replied, but her voice was tinged with a subtle doubt that she couldn't quite mask.

Before they could say more, the operator's voice crackled through the comms, bringing them back to the reality of the situation. "Command post to all TSF units. Data link is updated."

Takeru turned his attention to the data that flowed across his screen. The aftermath of the Sadogashima Hive's reactor's destruction had left the BETA forces in disarray, their movements chaotic as they sought out new sources of energy. It was clear that the BETA stragglers from the hive battle were converging on the Yokohama Hive's reactor, desperate to replenish their depleted energy reserves. The intelligence was precise — most of the BETA were attempting to reach the continental hives, particularly the Cheorwon Hive, but many were also making a direct line for Yokohama.

Takeru's eyes narrowed as he scanned the incoming reports. The data indicated that the BETA forces were massive, their numbers overwhelming. The remnants of the Sadogashima Hive were pouring across the continent, seeking out new targets, and Yokohama was squarely in their path. He could hear the distant rumble of battle, the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoing through the comms as the UN forces engaged the enemy.

It was chaos. The 1st to 7th Tactical Armored Battalions were deployed, supported by the 101st, 108th, and 116th Mechanized Infantry Regiments, as well as the Valkyrie Company, and multiple air support units. The sheer scale of the operation was staggering, with nearly 300 TSFs, armored units, air support, and mechanized infantry all working in concert to hold the line. And yet, despite the overwhelming firepower arrayed against them, the BETA were still pushing forward, relentless in their assault.

"Looks like they're all here," Takeru muttered, his voice low as he took in the scope of the battle.

The UN forces were bolstered by the Imperial Japanese Army's artillery units and naval gunfire support from the Imperial Navy's 1st Squadron. The Owari, Kii, and Izumo were positioned in Tokyo Bay, their massive guns providing covering fire for the forces on the ground. But despite these reinforcements, Takeru knew that the battle would be brutal. The losses from Operation 21st had been devastating, and there were few reinforcements left to call upon.

"Do you think Lieutenant Tsukuyomi would protest us using the Takemikazuchi?" the bratty voice asked, its tone a mix of curiosity and unease.

"And do you think she would have allowed it at all if there was no permission given?" the professional voice countered. "She wouldn't. Still, the political implications need to come later. In fact, I'd guess the UN forces are practically beaming to have a Takemikazuchi in the field."

Takeru had to agree. The Takemikazuchi was a symbol of power, a machine that represented the might of the Imperial Guard. Its presence on the battlefield was both a morale boost and a strategic advantage, and he could only imagine the reaction of the UN forces when they saw it in action. But that was a concern for later—right now, he had to focus on the fight ahead.

"No acrobatic maneuvers. Maintain defense lines and suppress BETA strains," the Eishi voice instructed, its tone measured.

"We'll go all out when needed. We aren't alone," the veteran voice added, a note of resolve in its words.

"Keep them alive," the idealistic voice whispered, its tone filled with quiet determination. "They must remain alive."

Takeru took a deep breath, centering himself as he brought up the latest data update. The BETA had been detected by the Takazaki and Chichibu observational posts, with a projected emergence area at Old Machida Town. The BETA vanguard was composed of Destroyer-class units, leading a massive wave of enemies towards Yokohama. The UN forces had set up their artillery to target the rear of the charging wave, while the TSF battalions were arranged in a three-layered line formation to intercept any that escaped the bombardment.

The Primary Defense Line was held by the 1st and 2nd Tactical Armored Battalions, positioned on the New Yokohama Road. Behind them, the 3rd and 4th Battalions formed the Secondary Defense Line, with the 5th and 6th Battalions creating the Tertiary Defense Line in a semicircle around the base. STF A-01 was deployed alongside two flights of TSFs from the 7th Battalion and the 19th Independent Guard Flight, positioned around Yokohama Base's No. 2 Runway.

It was a formidable defense, but Takeru knew that the BETA had a way of overwhelming even the most prepared positions. As the data continued to stream in, he saw that the bombardment had already begun. Explosions rocked the battlefield as the artillery unleashed its fury, tearing into the BETA ranks. But despite the carnage, the BETA continued their advance, relentless and unyielding.

"Oberon to Oberon flight," Takeru said, his voice steady. "Confirming sightings of BETA just outside of No. 1 Runway and the training grounds. Suppressing fire."

Without hesitation, Takeru maneuvered the Takemikazuchi into position, the machine's sensors locking onto the approaching BETA. He raised the Type-87 Assault Cannons, the weapons mounted on the TSF's shoulders humming with lethal energy. With a squeeze of the trigger, he unleashed a barrage of firepower, the cannons roaring as they spat out round after round of high-velocity shells.

The BETA surged forward, their numbers swelling as they pushed through the bombardment. Takeru's cannons cut through their ranks, but for every BETA that fell, more took its place. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of BETA blood, the ground shaking beneath the weight of the advancing horde.

"How did they get through the defense line!?" Chizuru's voice crackled over the comms, her tone laced with shock.

"No time for that," Kei replied, her voice tense. "Covering Oberon One's flank."

Kei and Chizuru moved in unison, their TSFs falling into formation on either side of Takeru. Together, they formed a wall of firepower, their weapons blazing as they cut into the BETA ranks. But despite their efforts, the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. The BETA were pressing hard, pushing through the defenses with a ferocity that bordered on desperation.

"Oberon Two's configuration is a strike vanguard. Oberon Three is a gun sweeper," the Eishi voice reported, its tone cool and analytical.

"Have Ayamine cover your side and Sakaki make a sweep," the veteran voice suggested.

"Oberon Leader to flight," Takeru ordered, his voice calm and authoritative. "Ayamine with me, Class Rep, cover us."

"Roger!" Kei and Chizuru responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.

The battle was intensifying. The Valkyrie Company and the 7th Battalion were fully engaged, their TSFs locked in brutal close-quarters combat with the BETA. The F-4Js of Rapier Unit provided support fire, their missiles streaking across the battlefield, but the BETA were relentless, closing the distance and threatening to overrun the defensive positions.

The 6th and 3rd Air Support Units were diverted to the runways, where the BETA were pressing the defenders hard. The air was thick with the roar of engines and the thunder of artillery, the sky lit up with the flashes of explosions as the battle raged on.

Takeru and his wingmates focused their fire on the BETA near No. 1 Runway, their cannons roaring as they poured suppressing fire into the advancing horde. But despite their best efforts, the BETA were closing in, their sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm the defenders.

"Changing magazine, cover me," Chizuru called out, her voice calm despite the intensity of the battle.

"Covering," Takeru replied, his Takemikazuchi cutting down a Destroyer-class with a well-placed burst from the Type-87 Assault Cannons.

Kei maintained suppressing fire, her TSF's movements precise and controlled as she covered Takeru's flank. But even as they fought, Takeru could feel the tide turning against them. The BETA were relentless, their numbers swelling as more poured onto the battlefield. It was clear that Machida and the Secondary Defense Line were already engaged, and the BETA were spilling into the base itself.

"There's too few of us here," Kei muttered, her voice tight with tension.

"Keep up the suppressive fire," Takeru ordered, his voice firm. "Let Tomahawk, Hermit, Lotus Flight, and Gambler Flight pick them off."

"Hermit Leader to Oberon Flight. Keep up the suppressing fire," came the response over the comms, the voice filled with the urgency of battle.

Takeru's mind was racing, the weight of command heavy on his shoulders. The BETA were desperate, their assault focused on reaching the reactor. If they could hold the line long enough, if they could just wait out the BETA's energy reserves and hold until reinforcements arrived, they might have a chance to survive.

"Oberon Leader to Command Post," Takeru called out over the comms. "The BETA are desperately assaulting No. 1 Runway. Requesting permission to seal and harden the gates at No. 1 Runway and divert TSF flights to No. 2."

There was a brief pause, the tension palpable, before the operator's voice crackled through the comms. "Command Post to Oberon Flight. Permission granted. Tomahawk, Hermit, Lotus Flight, and Gambler Flight, please cover Oberon Flight, then retreat to No. 2!"

"Roger!" the flight leaders responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.

"That will effectively put them out of commission for at least half a year," Chizuru noted, her voice tinged with concern.

But Takeru wasn't concerned with the long-term consequences — not when the immediate threat was so dire.

The BETA were bearing down on them, and if they didn't act quickly, the entire defense could collapse.

"There's too many!" Hermit Flight's leader called out over the comms, his voice filled with desperation. "Oberon Flight! How's the seal going!?"

Takeru's Takemikazuchi moved with lethal precision as he covered Kei and Chizuru, who were helping the engineering unit seal the gates at No. 1 Runway. The BETA were closing in, their numbers overwhelming, but Takeru pushed the TSF to its limits, cutting through the enemy with brutal efficiency and a colossal effort.

"Detecting Ten Fort-Class BETA and Tank strain!" Gambler Flight's leader reported, his voice filled with tension.

"Tsk. Lotus! We're taking them on!" came the grim response.

"Shit, let's go Gambler!" Lotus Flight's leader agreed, and the two flights charged ahead, engaging the Fort-class BETA in a desperate attempt to hold the line.

Kei's voice cut through the comms, her tone filled with anxiety. "At this rate, we're going to be overwhelmed."

"Gate's sealed and hardened!" Chizuru announced, relief evident in her voice.

"This is Oberon Leader to Hermit Flight. Joining them!" Takeru called out, his voice steady as he prepared to re-engage the enemy.

"Covering!" Hermit Flight's leader responded, his voice filled with determination.

Takeru's Takemikazuchi surged forward, the blades of the Type-74 PB slicing through the BETA with deadly mechanical precision. He was a whirlwind of destruction, cutting through the enemy ranks with a ferocity that left his wingmates in awe.

"What a fucking monster!" Hermit Flight's leader exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "Hermit Leader to Flight. Cover Lieutenant Shirogane!"

But Takeru didn't have time to think about the praise — or the consequences. His focus was entirely on the battle, on the need to hold the line and protect his wingmates. The Takemikazuchi moved like a beast unleashed, its blades flashing in the dim light as it cut through the BETA.

"Gambler 2, retreat!" Takeru ordered, his voice firm as he covered the damaged TSF.

"I owe you, Oberon One!" Gambler 2 responded, his voice filled with gratitude as he retreated, while being covered by Lotus Flight.

But the battle was far from over. Up ahead, the Fort-class BETA were using their acid to breach the gates, their massive forms looming over the battlefield like monstrous sentinels. Gambler Flight continued to defend the area, but the losses were mounting. Takeru saw Tomahawk 1 go down, and only three defenders were left: Gambler-1, Gambler-4, and Tomahawk-3.

The situation was dire, but Takeru wasn't ready to give up. He pushed the Takemikazuchi harder, engaging the Fort-class BETA with a ferocity that belied his exhaustion. He cut down six Fort-class in quick succession, the TSF moving with a speed and precision that left the remaining flights in awe.

"Our TSF is beyond operational limit!" Gambler 1 reported, his voice filled with desperation.

"Copy that," Takeru responded, his voice calm as he assessed the situation. "Oberon Leader to remaining flights. Retreat and defend the No. 2 Runway gates and maintain suppressive fire. We'll be covering the Valkyrie Company and the 19th Independent Guard Flight's retreat after!"

The TSF flights began to fall back, their movements coordinated and controlled despite the chaos. Takeru, Kei, and Chizuru linked up with Valkyrie Company and the 19th Independent Guard, their TSFs forming a protective line as they covered the retreat.

"We appreciate the support, Lieutenant," Valkyrie 1's leader said, her voice filled with gratitude.

"We're pushing our TSF to the limit here," Takeru replied, his voice steady despite the strain he felt.

"Then let's not dally!" Valkyrie 1's leader responded, and they continued their retreat, the TSFs moving with a precision born of necessity.

The situation was dire. No. 1 Runway was effectively unusable, and No. 2 Runway was still flooded with BETA. The 1st to 3rd Air Support Units were diverted to Atsugi Base, while the 4th to 7th Air Support Units were moved to Haneda Base. The 5th Tactical Armored Battalion moved to defend No. 2 Runway, while the Imperial Navy prepared to bombard the No. 1 Runway and the training grounds.

The battle raged on, the defenders holding the line against overwhelming odds. But the BETA were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Takeru's Takemikazuchi moved like a blur, its blades cutting through the enemy with ruthless efficiency, but the strain was beginning to show.

"The lines are failing," Takeru muttered, his voice tight with tension. "Kei, cover Class Rep! We might need to enter melee range!"

"I'll change my loadout to a melee armament!" Chizuru responded, her voice filled with determination.

"Roger!" Takeru replied, his focus entirely on the battle as he blocked the TSF covering them and engaged the BETA at close range.

The 7th Battalion was in the thick of it, their TSFs locked in brutal combat with the BETA. The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos, the ground littered with the wreckage of destroyed TSFs and the bodies of fallen BETA. The close quarters and cover provided by the dead bodies of the second wave's Grappler- and Destroyer-class BETA allowed the Tank-class to get close, and the lines began to falter.

There was simply too much.

Takeru saw Hawk-4 swarmed by Tank-class, and Hawk-2, in a panic, opened fire indiscriminately, downing Hawk-1. Hawk-2's hysterical firing only made things worse, and when Grizzly-3 was forced to silence him, it was clear that the situation was spiraling out of control.

The 7th Battalion was eventually forced to abandon disabled units and retreat further, the BETA pushing relentlessly towards the main shaft—the quickest route to the reactor. The 7th Battalion's survivors joined up with the 5th Battalion and reinforcements from No. 2 Runway, but the situation was dire.

"This is bad," the veteran voice muttered, a note of grim resignation in its tone. "Almost all TSF forces, save for Valkyrie, the 19th Independent Guard Flight, and a few scattered units, have been engaged or destroyed."

"This is a problem," the bratty voice added, its usual bravado replaced with unease.

"Maintain an element with 2 and 3," the Eishi voice instructed, its tone cool and focused. "We will prioritize their survival."

"Oberon Leader to Command Post!" Takeru called out, his voice filled with urgency. "Requesting orders!"

The operator's voice crackled through the comms, filled with tension. "Command Post to Oberon Leader. A new plan has been established. Valkyrie Company will shut down the Yokohama Hive Reactor underneath the base. Two Storm Vanguard will return to the central gathering area, enter the main shaft, and follow via the 4th and 5th barrier gates in the main shaft into the lowest stratum to guard the operator from heavier threats. Requesting Oberon Leader and 19th Independent Guard Flight to assist Valkyrie Company, over"

Takeru's heart skipped a beat as Lieutenant Tsukuyomi Mana's voice came through the comms. "This is Lieutenant Tsukuyomi Mana, currently commanding 19th Independent Guard Flight. Please link up to these coordinates."

"Roger!" Takeru responded, his voice steady despite the emotions roiling inside him. "Ayamine, Sakaki! Stay close!"

"Roger!" Kei and Chizuru responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.

Takeru pushed the Takemikazuchi forward, cutting through the BETA as they fought their way to Lieutenant Tsukuyomi's coordinates. The battlefield was a chaotic mess, but Takeru's focus was unyielding, his determination to protect his wingmates driving him to perform at a hundred percent.

When they finally reached Tsukuyomi's position, Takeru felt a jolt at seeing her face on his screen. But he quickly pushed the emotions aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"I see that you're wielding Her Highness's Takemikazuchi well!" Tsukuyomi remarked, her voice filled with a mix of approval and something else—something unspoken.

But Takeru couldn't afford to dwell on it. He forced himself to focus, his voice professional as he responded. "What are our orders, Lieutenant?"

"We'll be heading to Hangar 90 to repel the BETA there. Can your flight keep up, Lieutenant?" Tsukuyomi asked, her voice filled with the confidence of someone who expected nothing less.

Takeru glanced at Kei and Chizuru, knowing that while he could keep up, they might struggle. But his voice was firm as he replied. "I'll cover them if I must."

Tsukuyomi seemed pleased with his professionalism. "Good enough. Let's go!"

They made their way down into the depths of the base, Takeru's mind a whirlwind of data and strategy. The IJA/MDF had finally been ordered by the Ministry of Defense to aid the UN forces at Yokohama Base, sending in TSFs under a wave of artillery fire. The forces were advancing from Tamagawa, fighting through every BETA they encountered from Machida to Yokohama, but the losses were heavy, and the situation was growing more desperate by the minute.

Takeru felt as if someone had installed a parallel processing unit in his head just to keep up with all the data streaming in. The voices in his head were quiet, their focus aligned with his own as they navigated the chaos of the battlefield.

"We'll keep an eye on the data," the Eishi voice murmured, its tone calm and measured.

"Just focus on the fight, soldier," the professional voice added, its tone filled with a grim determination.

By the time Valkyrie Company reached the second stratum's Central Area, the place had been completely overrun by the BETA. Roughly 8,000 BETA remained in the interior of Yokohama Base, and the situation was rapidly deteriorating. Rushing through all enemies, Valkyrie Company quickly sped into the main shaft while the rest of the TSF flights that retreated in the interior of the base engaged the Laser-class BETA attempting to break through the gates.

But it was too late — the BETA had already breached the gates, and some were recharging using the Yokohama Hive Reactor. Valkyrie 1's voice came through the comms, filled with frustration and urgency. "This is Valkyrie 1 to Command Post. The reactor's room's done for. There's no connection! The main and auxiliary cables connecting to the Yokohama Reactor have been severed by the BETA!"

Lieutenant Tsukuyomi and Takeru's flight engaged the BETA in a desperate attempt to hold them back, but the numbers were overwhelming. The BETA widened the breach into the hangar, their numbers swelling as they poured into the base. The TSFs fought valiantly, but they were being pushed back, forced into close combat as the Tank-class BETA pressed forward.

One of the Surface Pilots in Valkyrie Company was incapacitated by a strike from a Grappler-class, the situation growing more dire by the second. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, one of the TSFs under Valkyrie Company found its way to the hangar and notified them that they'd be blowing up the reactor with an S-11 charge.

It was their only option. Takeru, his wingmates, and Lieutenant Tsukuyomi had no choice but to retreat from the hangar as the S-11 charge was detonated.

The explosion rocked the base, the shockwave reverberating through the metal walls as the reactor was neutralized.

"The reactor's gone," Tsukuyomi confirmed, her voice filled with relief.

"Looks like it," Takeru replied, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "Oberon to Flight. Make sure to keep an eye on stragglers!"

They worked methodically, cleaning up the remaining BETA alongside the survivors of Valkyrie Company and the 19th Independent Guard Flight. The battle had taken a toll on all of them, but they had succeeded in their mission.

The reactor was neutralized, and the BETA's advance had been halted — at least for now.

As they helped evacuate the wounded and re-seal the hangar, Takeru and his flight alongside Lieutenant's Tsukuyomi unit continued to remain in the fight.


With the reactor's destruction, the BETA force that had been driving relentlessly towards central Japan suddenly faltered. The aliens, which had shown no signs of retreat or hesitation before, began to withdraw in a manner that suggested a loss of coordination or purpose. This unexpected retreat caught the IJA/MDF forces by surprise, but they quickly capitalized on the opportunity.

With the BETA forces retreating in a northwest direction, heading towards the Cheorwon Hive, a continental hive located in the mountainous regions near the Korean Peninsula. This hive had long been a thorn in humanity's side, serving as a staging ground for many of the BETA's incursions into the Asian mainland. As the BETA retreated, they passed through the regions of Kobuchizawa in Yamanashi Prefecture and later Takayama in Gifu Prefecture. Both of these areas had seen intense battles in the preceding weeks, and the arrival of the BETA sent shockwaves through the remaining civilian population and military forces.

However, unlike previous encounters, the BETA's retreat was marked by a strange lethargy. Reports from IJA/MDF units on the ground indicated that many of the BETA had simply stopped where they were, standing motionless in fields, forests, and towns. This behavior was unprecedented. The BETA were known for their unwavering aggression and single-minded determination to advance and consume all in their path. For them to stop, even in the face of overwhelming odds, was unheard of.

As the BETA retreated, reinforcements from the IJA and MDF were rapidly mobilized to intercept them. The first major engagement occurred at Kobuchizawa, a small town nestled in the foothills of the Southern Japanese Alps. The town, which had been evacuated days earlier, now became the site of a fierce battle. IJA and MDF units, supported by TSF flights and armored divisions, moved to cut off the BETA's retreat. The battle was intense, with both sides suffering heavy casualties. However, the strange lethargy observed in the BETA continued, with many units failing to respond to attacks or moving in seemingly random directions. This lack of coordination allowed the IJA/MDF forces to push the BETA back with greater ease than anticipated.

The second major engagement occurred at Takayama, a historic city known for its well-preserved Edo-period architecture and beautiful mountainous surroundings. Here, the BETA made a final, desperate stand. The city, which had been fortified in preparation for an anticipated BETA advance, became a battleground. The narrow streets and ancient buildings provided little cover from the BETA's relentless attacks, but the IJA/MDF forces fought valiantly to protect the city as much as possible.

Despite the intensity of the fighting, the BETA suffered catastrophic losses. Over 80% of the BETA force was annihilated in the battles at Kobuchizawa and Takayama. The combined might of the IJA/MDF units, along with the heavy artillery and air support provided, proved too much for the retreating BETA. Those that survived the slaughter continued their retreat towards the Sea of Japan, leaving behind a trail of destruction and dead bodies.

As the remnants of the BETA force fled into the Sea of Japan, the 8th IJN Squadron, operating out of Maizuru Naval Base, was ordered to pursue. The squadron, consisting of several destroyers, frigates, and support vessels, quickly moved to intercept the BETA before they could reach the relative safety of the Cheorwon Hive. The pursuit was relentless, with the IJN ships engaging the BETA on multiple occasions, inflicting further losses.

The sea chase continued for several hours, with the BETA attempting to outmaneuver the IJN ships. Despite the best efforts of the IJN, the BETA were able to maintain a steady retreat towards the northwest. The pursuit reached its climax at 19:33 hours on the 29th of February, 2004, when the IJN task force was forced to turn back due to the imminent threat of Laser-class BETA from the Cheorwon Hive.

These laser-armed BETA posed a significant threat to the IJN ships, which were vulnerable to long-range attacks. The decision to halt the pursuit was not taken lightly, but it was deemed necessary to avoid further losses. The IJN ships retreated to a safe distance, maintaining a watchful eye on the BETA as they disappeared into the darkness of the Sea of Japan.

The aftermath of the retreat and subsequent battles was both a victory and a cause for concern. On the one hand, the destruction of the Yokohama Reactor and the subsequent withdrawal of the BETA marked a significant strategic victory for humanity. The BETA force that had been threatening to overrun central Japan had been decimated, with over 80% of its numbers destroyed. This victory provided a much-needed morale boost to the beleaguered forces of the IJA, and MDF, who had been fighting a losing battle against the BETA for years and to the UN forces who suffered losses in Sadogashima Island.

The retreat of the BETA into the Sea of Japan and their eventual escape to the Cheorwon Hive also posed a significant strategic challenge. The Cheorwon Hive, already a formidable stronghold, was now reinforced with the remnants of the BETA force. This development meant that any future offensive against the hive would be even more difficult and costly.

Which would lead to the commencement of a plan that would change the world.


March 01, 2004

Yokohama Base


The Takemikazuchi hummed beneath him as he scanned the battlefield. They had fought hard to defend Yokohama Base, but the price had been steep. Most of the TSF flights had been incapacitated or destroyed, leaving only a handful of units to clean up after the fight.

Takeru's comms crackled with the voices of the survivors — Lieutenant Tsukuyomi Mana'S IRG flight and the remnants of Valkyrie Company. were Yokohama's currently only active flight. They were the only units still capable of picking up the stragglers and clearing the base outskirts of the remaining BETA. The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and scorched earth, the ground littered with the remains of the fallen, both human and alien.

"Oberon Leader to flight," Takeru called out over the comms, his voice steady despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on him. "We need to finish clearing the base. Stay sharp, and watch each other's backs."

"Roger," Kei and Chizuru responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.

Lieutenant Tsukuyomi's voice cut through the comms, her tone calm and commanding. "Valkyrie Company, we're moving out. We need to ensure there are no BETA left within the perimeter. Oberon Flight, you're with us."

"Roger that," Takeru replied, his grip tightening on the controls as he prepared to move out.

The Takemikazuchi moved with a fluid grace as Takeru led his wingmates through the devastated base. The once-bustling hub of military activity was now a war-torn wasteland, the buildings and infrastructure damaged or destroyed by the relentless BETA assault. The ground was scarred with craters, and the air was thick with smoke, but the Takemikazuchi's sensors cut through the haze, tracking the movements of any remaining BETA.

Takeru could see the others moving in formation with him—Kei's Shiranui was to his left, Chizuru's to his right, their movements precise and coordinated. They had fought together for so long that they moved as one, their TSFs acting as an extension of their will.

"Picking up a straggler, 30 meters ahead," Kei reported, her voice calm as her TSF locked onto the target.

"Engaging," Chizuru added, her Shiranui's cannons swiveling to fire at the approaching BETA.

The Type-87 Assault Cannons roared to life, tearing through the BETA with deadly precision. The creature fell, its massive form crashing to the ground with a dull thud. Takeru and his team continued to sweep the area, clearing out the remaining stragglers with methodical efficiency. The BETA were few in number now, their initial overwhelming force reduced to scattered pockets of resistance.

"This should be the last of them," Takeru muttered, more to himself than to anyone else, as he guided the Takemikazuchi through the outskirts of the base.

The final BETA fell under a barrage of fire from Tsukuyomi's flight and Valkyrie Company, their coordinated attack cutting down the last of the alien invaders. The battlefield fell silent, the sounds of gunfire and explosions giving way to the crackle of burning debris and the distant hum of machinery.

"All clear," Tsukuyomi announced over the comms, her voice filled with a sense of finality. "Good work, everyone. The base is secure."

Takeru exhaled slowly, the tension that had gripped him throughout the battle finally beginning to ease. They had done it. They had defended Yokohama Base against overwhelming odds, and they were still standing. But even as the relief began to wash over him, he knew that this was only a temporary reprieve. The war was far from over.

"Oberon Leader," Tsukuyomi's voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present. "You handled the Takemikazuchi well. It's clear that it's in good hands."

Takeru hesitated for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. The Takemikazuchi had once belonged to Meiya, a symbol of her strength and her dedication to the Imperial Guard. Now it was his, and the responsibility that came with it was not lost on him.

"I'm grateful for the opportunity to pilot it," Takeru replied, his voice measured. "But I can't help but wonder if it's really fine for me to have this TSF."

"You've more than proven yourself worthy," Tsukuyomi responded, her tone firm. "No one in their right mind would take that TSF away from the Hero of Sadogashima. Your flight records alone make you and the Takemikazuchi a match made in heaven."

Takeru's heart clenched at the title, the "Hero of Sadogashima." It was a label that had been thrust upon him, a recognition of his actions in the battle, but it felt hollow to him. He had fought to survive, to protect those he cared about, but the cost had been high. Too high.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Takeru said quietly, his voice carrying a weight that only those who had seen the horrors of war could understand.

Tsukuyomi's tone softened slightly, a rare note of warmth in her otherwise stoic demeanor. "Have you considered joining the Imperial Royal Guard? With your skills and the Takemikazuchi, you'd be an asset to our forces."

Takeru paused, considering her offer. The Imperial Royal Guard was an elite unit, and the honor of joining their ranks was not lost on him. But his loyalty, for now, lay with the UN forces. They had fought together, bled together, and he wasn't ready to abandon that bond.

"I'm honored by the offer, Lieutenant," Takeru replied carefully. "But for now, my place is here, under UN command. I'm not ready to make that change."

Tsukuyomi nodded, her expression unreadable. "I understand. The offer stands, should you ever reconsider. But remember, no matter where you fight, your skills are invaluable."

Takeru acknowledged her words with a nod of his own, grateful that she respected his decision without pressing further. The conversation ended there, but Takeru couldn't shake the feeling that Tsukuyomi's offer had planted a seed of doubt in his mind. The future was uncertain, and he couldn't predict where his path would lead.

As they prepared to return to base, the sounds of approaching aircraft filled the air. Takeru's sensors picked up the unmistakable signatures of UN reinforcements—additional TSFs, transport helicopters, and supply drops. The relief force had finally arrived, bringing with it the promise of much-needed rest and recovery.

Takeru and his wingmates returned to the central command area, the tension in the air finally easing as the immediate threat passed. For the first time since the battle began, they could afford to take a breath, to process everything that had happened.

Kei and Chizuru fell into step beside Takeru as they made their way to the PX. The base was still buzzing with activity, but the worst of the fighting was over, and the soldiers and pilots who had survived were beginning to decompress.

"I can't believe we made it through that," Kei muttered, her voice low as they walked.

"We were lucky," Chizuru replied, her tone sober. "But luck won't always be on our side."

Takeru remained silent, the weight of their words settling heavily on him. They had survived, but the cost had been high. Too many lives had been lost, and the battle had taken a toll on all of them. But for now, all they could do was take advantage of the brief respite they had been given.

The PX was crowded, filled with soldiers and pilots grabbing a quick meal or a drink before heading off to their barracks. The atmosphere was subdued, the usual camaraderie and banter replaced by a quiet exhaustion. Takeru, Kei, and Chizuru found a table near the back, away from the noise and the crowd.

They ate in silence, the reality of what they had just endured weighing on them. The food was bland and unremarkable, but they ate mechanically, their bodies demanding the fuel they needed to keep going. There was no celebration, no sense of victory—only a deep, bone-weary fatigue that had settled into their very souls.

After they finished eating, they headed to their barracks. The rest of March 2nd and 3rd passed in a haze of rest and recovery. Takeru spent most of the time in a state of semi-consciousness, his body finally given the chance to rest after the brutal battle. Kei and Chizuru stayed close by, their presence a comforting reminder that they were still together, still alive.

And… that despite it all Squad 207B still lives on.

But even as they rested, the war continued to rage on around them. The base was a hive of activity, the constant movement of troops and supplies a reminder that their reprieve was only temporary. They were still on standby, still waiting for the next battle.

On March 3rd, they were summoned to the command center, where they received their new orders. Takeru's flight had been reinforced with a new member — Second Lieutenant Kashiwagi Haruko, who would be joining them as Oberon Four. The addition of a new pilot was a welcome relief, but it also served as a stark reminder of the losses they had suffered.

Takeru met Lieutenant Kashiwagi with a mix of relief and wariness. She was a capable pilot, with a calm and steady demeanor that matched well with the rest of the team. But there was an unspoken tension between them, the weight of the losses they had all endured hanging over them like a shadow.

"It's good to have you with us, Lieutenant," Takeru said, his voice sincere as they shook hands.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Shirogane," Kashiwagi replied, her tone equally sincere. "I'm honored to be part of your flight."

They spent the day preparing for their next mission, running through drills and simulations, ensuring that their TSFs were fully operational. The base was still on high alert, and the possibility of another BETA assault loomed over them.

But as the sun set on March 5th, the news that Takeru had been dreading finally came through.

Operation Babylon had commenced.