Rudra faced the elite team calmly. His voice sliced through the tension like a knife.
"Let's not play games. You all know me—I don't do theatrics. The situation is straightforward. For the last two days, I've dispatched several scouting units. I needed to know who was behind the killing of our last commander. And now, I've got information. information that's going to shake them to their core.".
In war, particularly one as long as this one, a nation's most important resource isn't raw power. It's resources. And we're going to take them away from every single one of them. We'll destroy their outside supply lines so they break from the inside out. That's how we triumph.".
"I've already deployed the squads. The plan is in place. All I need now… is you. This mission will be carried out by our five metal commanders. We can't all go, but the ones who are going—"
He regarded each one of them directly.
"—are me, Rudra, your head commander. Then Kim, Neil, Jessi, and Sohail. This isn't about strength. It's about accuracy. If you follow my lead, this mission will be clean… and absolute."
Scene cuts to Commander Sohail, standing quietly at the warfront—right on the edge of enemy radar.
He looks out into the distance and whispers, "Am I really about to do this?"
Then, he shuts his eyes. A powerful hum starts resonating around him as he powers up his ability.
A shining dome of metal energy appears—his trademark shield—broad and thick enough to cover almost 1,000 soldiers and important command personnel stationed around him. The shield glows, deflecting enemy scanners and hiding their presence.
Then, quietly, Sohail moves towards the base, extending his camouflage power even further. With his mutation, he starts to fade in and out—making missile platforms, airstrikes, and aircraft infrastructure invisible to enemy systems entirely.
In seconds, pandemonium breaks out on the battlefield as the enemy discovers they're being attacked from within by phantoms.
Scene cuts to Jessi, who breathes out, then speaks with a grin, "Damn, I wasn't in the mood for this. but here we go."
She unleashes her power—a high-frequency metallic wave that covers vast distances, scanning and detecting all enemy traps, secret mines, and shields in seconds.
Then, over a comm-link, she gets through to Sohail:
"Pay attention. You've got four major threats around you—two on the left, and a vital gun emplacement to your right. That right location is well defended. I'm sending you the route. Hard left, then right turn. Your last objective will be right in front of you—labeled with a red pulse. That's the priority."
Scene cuts to Kim, brow furrowed as she says, "I've never stretched my clones this hard before."
She lifts both arms. A metallic vibration runs through the earth, and then—like shards of mirrors from her own flesh—more than 120 metallic duplicates burst into existence.
They all run to their destinations:
Cheyenne Mountain, Mount Weather, and Raven Rock.
Their task: infiltrate the control centers and missile silos. Shatter the defense grids. And most crucially—give Rudra and Neil the time they require.
Now we turn to Neil, who stands next to Rudra.
Rudra glances at him and says, "You ready for this, Commander?"
Neil grins. "You really need to ask?"
He moves forward—and unleashes his power.
A silent shockwave ripples out, and all metallic-mutated soldiers and commanders—except Rudra—are hit with their powers flickering and shutting down. Bunker doors, missile launch pads, powered armor systems, and autonomous robotics instantly become useless hunks of steel.
Rudra, unharmed, feels his own powers grow stronger.
Neil speaks calmly into the comms, "Your turn, Commander."
Rudra nods and walks into the fire.
His ability—Metallic Distortion—releases pandemonium. Internal wirings of missile control facilities overload. Defense drones fall out of the air. Security locks of gold, food, seed, and uranium vaults burst.
Then the final command resounds:
"Launch."
42 missiles take flight into the air. A storm of revenge.
12 missiles hit Cheyenne, Mount Weather, and Raven Rock, destroying deep strategic bunkers.
10 missiles destroy nuclear facilities in Minot, Malmstrom, and Kirtland.
8 missiles strike crucial petroleum storage facilities in Bayou Choctaw, Bryan Mound, West Hackberry, and Big Hill, igniting fires.
6 EMP missiles disable national communications and data storage facilities.
6 chemical-nanobot warheads pour down on Midwestern grain silos and the Fort Collins seed depository, sterilizing essential crops and storage facilities.
As dust settles and alarms sound through a decaying defense system, the commanders retreat in silence and disappear—on emergency escape vessels, each move made with deliberation.
The world is in shock.
And the enemy. is left gaping at a nation disintegrating from within.