Today is April 5th, 2039 at Mountain Glenn Base. What we see is hundreds close to thousands of both Great White Fang, New Menagerie SDF, African soldiers, EUTO soldiers, Vale Huntsmen, Vacuo Huntsmen, No-Pats, Ooarai soldiers, Brazilian Ghosts SF, SATO soldiers and marines, and NATO soldiers, marines, airmen, sailors, and SF.

All preparing for the invasion of Atlas.

Within the crowd we see many transport vehicles, IFVs, APCs, and tanks are loading in cargo planes since Atlas is a floating city.

And thanks to the enhanced interrogation techniques that Eversor, Miho, and Inspir did to the two Atlas Councilmen.......that died.

Gotten key locations and the perfect landings to invade Atlas.

The green farmlands that Atlas uses for crops to feed its population would become the very thing allowing for troops and Huntsmen to invade Atlas by- especially if they were caught off-guard.

And the location of Shadow Company HQ, Schnee Mansion, Atlas Academy, and a large heavily fortified prison holding the former Atlas Councilmen, Camilla and Sleet.

But many of the White Fang, Faunus, and Ghira himself.

To Blake, Sienna and many of the GWF and SDF surprise Kali was there in her old Menagerie Guard uniform and a chest rig.

Blake: Mom, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be-

Kali: Blake. They took your father. And I'm planning to rescue him too. I can't just sit around and wait for the news.

Sienna: Just like before, your stubbornness when it comes to your husband.

The determined resolve in Kali's eyes mirrored the collective spirit of the forces assembled. The mission to invade Atlas was not just a military operation; it was a personal quest for justice, freedom, and the rescue of loved ones. As the forces geared up for the assault, the green farmlands of Atlas, once a symbol of sustenance, now became the strategic entry point for the impending invasion. The stage was set for a confrontation that would decide the fate of Atlas and those who sought to liberate it from the shadows of oppression.

In the midst of preparations for the confrontation with Falcon Greene at the Shadow Company Headquarters, Anthony diligently checked off the list of gear he and Adam would be equipped with. Meanwhile, Tomoe, with a mix of concern and determination, straightened Adam's clothes.

Adam: Mrs. Takahashi, I'll be fine.

Tomoe shot him a look, effectively silencing any further objections from Adam.

Tomoe: Now, I want you to make sure that Anthony comes out alive. Alive and standing. I don't want to inform Rena that another one of her sons was killed by Greene.

Adam: I'll try to keep safe.

The petite woman, in her 50s, sighed, looking up at the tall 6'5" redhead Bull Faunus. The weight of the impending confrontation and the shared concern for Anthony's safety hung in the air as preparations continued.

Tomoe continued to scrutinize Adam, her gaze a mix of motherly worry and unyielding determination.

Tomoe: Adam, you've become like a son to me. Bring Anthony back, and both of you make it out in one piece. I won't tolerate anything less.

Adam nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Anthony, sensing the intensity of the moment, focused on the task at hand, his mind calculating the variables of the upcoming confrontation.

Anthony: We'll handle it, Mrs. Takahashi. You'll see both of us back in one piece.

Tomoe gave a nod, a semblance of reassurance, but her eyes still held a mother's concern.

Tomoe: You better, Anthony. Now, get ready. This is our chance to put an end to Falcon Greene's reign.

The atmosphere was charged with a mixture of determination and anticipation as the team prepared for the high-stakes mission at the Shadow Company Headquarters. The fate of not only Anthony and Adam but also the unfolding events in Atlas itself rested on the success of this pivotal mission.

In the officers building, we see Mihaly wearing his Operational Camouflage Pattern (OCP) with his Improved Outer Tactical Vest (IOTV) working on a tablet when Miho and Willow walked in.

He was mostly surprise to see Willow. And in a CIRAS (Combat Integrated Releasable Armor System) with a HK416 and Glock 19 Gen 5.

Mihaly: Miho, what's Willow doing here? In fact, why is she wearing Special Forces gear?

Miho: That's what I wanted to know too.

Willow: I know you two are going after Jacques yourselves.

Miho: Actually is just-

Willow: And I want to go too.

Mihaly: Willow, I can understand and let Miho do that as she can handle it. But I don't think you should go-

Willow raised her hand telling Mihaly to stop.

Willow: Aunt Miho. Mihaly. Listen.

Willow took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a determination that mirrored her late mother's spirit. Miho and Mihaly exchanged glances, both recognizing the resolve in Willow's stance.

Willow: I know you both are worried, but I can't sit back and watch others fight while Jacques is out there. He took my parents from me, and he's threatened all of us. I want to be part of putting an end to this.

Miho: Willow, it's dangerous, and I don't want to see you get hurt.

Willow: Aunt Miho, I've been training for this. I've learned from the best - both of you. I can handle myself.

Mihaly sighed, acknowledging the fire in Willow's eyes.

Mihaly: Willow, it's not about doubting your skills. It's about the risks involved. This mission is no ordinary operation. Falcon Greene is a formidable adversary.

Willow: And that's exactly why I need to be there. I won't let my fear control me. I want to face Jacques and make him pay for what he's done.

Miho placed a hand on Willow's shoulder, her expression a blend of concern and pride.

Miho: We understand your determination, Willow. But we can't ignore the risks. It's our duty to keep you safe.

Willow: I appreciate that, Aunt Miho. But I can't stay behind. I won't.

Mihaly sighed again, realizing the determination before him wasn't easily swayed.

Mihaly: Fine. But you stick close to us, and you follow our orders. Understood?

Willow nodded, gratitude and determination shining in her eyes.

Willow: Understood.

The trio, bound by blood and a shared mission, continued to prepare for the impending confrontation. The stakes were high, and the shadows of Atlas loomed large over their collective resolve.

Nearby, Dustin was putting on his old Improved Scalable Plate Carrier (ISPC) from his time of just being a Captain on battlefield. Now he's putting it on again. As the Commandant of the Marine Corps.

While he is placing it on, his twin son and daughter Pavel and Bula assist him.

Dustin:*stoic* Вам двоим не нужно этого делать. Я справлюсь сам. {You two don't need to do that. I can handle it myself.}

Pavel:*stoic* Но мы должны это сделать. {But we should.}

Bula:*stoic* После всего. Мы наконец-то сможем сражаться вместе с тобой, Отец. {After all. We get to finally fight alongside you Father.}

Dustin just sighs at this and let the two continue.

Dustin couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and emotion as his children assisted him in gearing up. Their determination and readiness to fight alongside him touched a chord deep within him. As they fastened the plates and adjusted the straps, Dustin looked at Pavel and Bula with a mix of gratitude and a father's protective instinct.

Dustin: Спасибо, дети. Ваша готовность восхитительна. {Thank you, my children. Your readiness is admirable.}

Pavel and Bula exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of their shared commitment to the upcoming battle.

Pavel: В следующий раз, папа, давай посмотрим, кто сможет больше убить врагов. {Next time, Dad, let's see who can kill more enemies.}

Bula: Да, давай сделаем ставку. {Yes, let's make a bet.}

Dustin, appreciating the mix of seriousness and camaraderie that his children brought to the moment. As they finished gearing up, Dustin stood tall, the weight of his role as Commandant felt in every stride.

Dustin: Ну что ж, дети, время снова пойти на войну. {Well, children, it's time to go to war once again.}

With a final nod to Pavel and Bula, the trio, bound by blood and duty, headed towards the heart of the preparations for the invasion of Atlas. The echoes of their footsteps resonated with the collective determination of allies united against a common foe.

Over by one of the C-130 planes, we see Chris ordering many of the Branwen Tribe bandit members what to do and where they're needed.

As he was doing that Raven came up behind him with a smirk.

Raven: I see you ordering my Tribe again~

Chris: You make it sound like it's great thing.

Raven: Because it is. Since I did named you as my number two and future husband~

She said showing the engagement ring to him as he looks at it.

Chris: Remind me why you used your sword to ask me to marry you?

Raven: You said yes didn't you.

Chris: Well yeah, but doesn't answer my question.

Raven's mischievous smirk widened as she leaned in slightly, the banter between them carrying a playful energy.

Raven: Where's the fun in a traditional proposal, Chris? I like to keep things interesting.

Chris chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes, acknowledging Raven's penchant for unconventional approaches.

Chris: Interesting might be an understatement with you.

Raven: Life's too short for ordinary, my love.

She leaned in, planting a quick kiss on Chris's cheek before strolling away, leaving him with a bemused expression. As Raven moved through the preparations, her gaze and Chris's briefly met, an unspoken understanding lingering between them-a connection that thrived on shared adventures and the unpredictability of their world.

Sitting on a crate with AT4 rocket launchers was Boyko looking at his phone with pictures of his, Cinder's, and Emerald's baby two year-old daughters.

Emerald and Cinder walked up to him and looked at the pictures as well.

Boyko: We made three beautiful girls. Didn't we.

Cinder: Yeah, little Amber and Blaze has my eyes.

Emerald: And my little Painite has my red eyes and your blonde hair.

Boyko: Yeah...Amber, Blaze, and Painite Koval.

As they reminisced over the pictures of their daughters, Cinder, Emerald, and Boyko found a rare moment of shared warmth amid the impending mission. The contrast between the destructive world around them and the images of innocent, joyful faces on Boyko's phone offered a poignant reminder of what they fought to protect.

Cinder: They're our legacy, Boyko. No matter what happens, we'll ensure they have a world to grow up in.

Emerald nodded, her gaze lingering on the pictures.

Emerald: Painite's got a fiery spirit just like her mom.

Boyko chuckled, a mixture of pride and affection in his eyes.

Boyko: And Amber and Blaze inherited their mother's grace and your cunning, Cinder.

They shared a brief, silent moment of unity, knowing that the choices they made on the battlefield were driven by a desire to secure a better future for their loved ones. As they prepared for the mission ahead, the images of Amber, Blaze, and Painite fueled a determination that went beyond personal vendettas-a commitment to a world where their daughters could thrive.

Soon, a couple of minutes later. The base horn signals letting any and all personal know that US President Lincoln Clinton is about to give a speech.

And that just the troops on base, but to the people in NATO, SATO, African Continent, New Menagerie, EUTO, Vale, Mistral, Vacuo, and Mantle.

Lincoln:*via the intercoms and live stream videos* Mrs. Speaker, Mr. Vice president, the soldiers, marines, airmen, sailors, and the people of NATO, SATO, African Continent, New Menagerie, EUTO, Vale, Mistral, Vacuo, and Mantle. This speech is for both the free people, and to the troops who are about encounter and invade Atlas.

President Lincoln Clinton's voice resonated through the intercoms, reaching the ears of troops and citizens alike across continents. The anticipation was palpable as people tuned in to hear the message meant for both the military forces preparing for the invasion of Atlas and the global community standing in solidarity.

Lincoln: Today, as we stand united against the threat posed by Atlas, we must recognize the significance of our shared commitment to freedom, justice, and a world free from tyranny.

The President's words carried a weight that transcended the physical and political boundaries separating nations. The troops, now focused and ready, listened intently, knowing that the success of their mission could alter the course of history.

Lincoln: The people of Atlas, once a beacon of progress, have fallen under the shadow of corruption and oppression. It is our duty, as defenders of liberty, to restore balance and ensure that the people of Atlas are freed from the chains that bind them.

As the President spoke, the global audience felt a sense of purpose, understanding that the liberation of Atlas was not merely a military endeavor but a mission to reclaim the principles that defined their collective humanity.

Lincoln: To the brave men and women preparing to face the challenges ahead, I say this: you carry the hopes and aspirations of countless souls. Your valor will be etched into the annals of history, a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who stand against tyranny.

The troops on the base, along with citizens around the world, absorbed President Clinton's words. The gravity of the situation was acknowledged, but so too was the resilience and determination that united them in this critical moment.

Lincoln: We fight not for conquest, but for the restoration of justice and the promise of a better future. May your actions be guided by the principles that define our collective pursuit of freedom.

As the President concluded his speech, a resounding sense of unity echoed through the hearts of those who heard his words. The impending invasion of Atlas was not just a military campaign; it was a beacon of hope, a stand against oppression, and a testament to the enduring strength of the free world.

Mihaly hops up on a few crates getting everyone's attention.

Mihaly: In other words troops. The president said in a censored way, Let's take names and kick ass! ARE YOU ALL READY TO TAKE NAMES AND KICK ASS?!?!

The resounding roar of affirmation echoed across the base as Mihaly's words fueled the collective determination of the assembled troops. The rallying cry, "Let's take names and kick ass!" reverberated through the air, uniting soldiers, marines, airmen, sailors, and fighters from various factions under a shared purpose.

Mihaly stood atop the crates, a symbol of leadership, and the troops responded with unwavering enthusiasm.

Troops: YES, SIR! WE'RE READY TO TAKE NAMES AND KICK ASS!

The fervor and energy among the forces were palpable, a manifestation of their readiness to face the challenges ahead and fulfill the mission to liberate Atlas. Mihaly, his eyes reflecting both pride and determination, knew that this united front would be an unstoppable force against the tyranny that gripped Atlas.

Mihaly: That's what I like to hear! Remember, each one of you represents the strength of freedom, and together, we'll bring justice to those who've lost it. Stay sharp, stay focused, and let's show Atlas the unwavering power of a united front!

As Mihaly's powerful words settled over the crowd, the troops prepared to embark on a mission that transcended borders and allegiances-a mission to reclaim not just a city but the very ideals that bound them together as defenders of liberty. With hearts ablaze and a shared resolve, they moved forward, ready to take names and kick ass in the face of tyranny.