The day after the reveal felt like a turning point.
But in the world of Nova Fangs, soft moments were short-lived.
The briefing room pulsed with tension. Monitors flickered, holograms projected rotating maps of jagged mountains and a storm-choked valley. Everyone was gathered — Akira, Yuki, Shin, Reika, and a handful of elite unit leaders.
General Kessler stood at the front, voice like gravel.
> "Operation Iron Veil. Class S difficulty. You've been handpicked."
Yuki's eyes narrowed. Class S? That wasn't just dangerous—it was near suicidal.
Kessler continued, gesturing toward the map.
> "A fortress hidden in Sector 9. Intelligence confirms it's a weapons research facility — one producing bio-hybrids. If their data is correct, this place holds enough firepower to destabilize the region."
Reika leaned back, arms crossed.
> "Let me guess. No reinforcements. No aerial support."
Kessler nodded.
> "Correct. And one more thing. This mission... isn't authorized by the upper council."
Shin's brow twitched.
> "So we're ghosts."
Akira, as calm as ever, asked,
> "Insertion?"
> "Mid-air drop. Five clicks outside the compound perimeter. You'll glide in from above. Once you're in, it's blackout. No contact, no fallback."
The room fell silent.
Then Yuki spoke, her voice clear:
> "When do we leave?"
Kessler gave a grim smile.
> "Tonight."
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Scene: Hangar – Pre-Deployment
The hangar buzzed with controlled chaos. Ships were being prepped—sleek black exo-dropships with reinforced undercarriages. Engineers rushed back and forth, checking stabilizers, calibrating drop-points.
The Nova team stood by their assigned ship.
Yuki pulled her hair back, securing it in a high tie. Her armor gleamed silver-blue under the lights, runes engraved across her gauntlets. She adjusted the clasp near her collarbone, her gaze focused.
Akira walked up beside her, now wearing his combat gear: matte black, lightweight, with subtle crimson lines across the chest. His dual sabers rested against his back. A modified tactical cloak flared slightly with each step.
> "You ready?" he asked softly.
She turned, smiled just a little.
> "I've always been. As long as we're together."
Akira reached out, adjusted the strap on her shoulder plate.
> "We'll land as one. Fight as one. Leave no one behind."
From the side, Reika snorted.
> "Save the vows for after we survive, lovebirds."
Shin checked his blades without looking up.
> "Focus, Reika. Jokes don't defuse tension—they delay it."
Reika held up her hands.
> "Alright, alright. Just trying to keep us human before we jump into hell."
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Scene: Ship Interior – Final Checks
Inside the dropship, the lights dimmed to mission red. The team sat in a semicircle, weapons holstered, breath steady.
Yuki ran a last scan on her magic cartridges. Akira calibrated his visor, pulling it down with a click.
Outside, the night sky loomed. Wind howled across the hangar doors.
The command spoke through the comms:
> "Drop in T-minus 5 minutes. Gear locked. Prepare for jump."
Akira looked around at his team. His family.
> "We're ghosts now. But ghosts can haunt even the most secure fortress. We do this right, we make it back."
Yuki reached out and gave his gloved hand a quick squeeze. No words.
Reika grinned faintly.
> "Let's go write our names into history."
The ship engines roared to life.
As the hangar doors opened and the cold wind rushed in, they stood—each ready, each armed, each carrying something more than weapons.
Resolve. Loyalty. And something that could never be broken.
As they landed they heard the human sounds, screeches and a little boy's cry -please don't sacrifice me . please