The PacificBoard

Central Authority Main Assembly, August 5, 2020 CE
It was on every news channel, in every nation, in every topic. Two hours ago, an unnamed whistleblower submitted a report to a social media channel that revealed the biggest scandal in the world's history. Schwarze International had been blackmailing governments into banning WMDs. At first the pretense of opposing the use of WMDs would sound noble for a conglomerate, but any former employee that worked at Schwarze would tell you it was anything but. Schwarze International, under it's shiny pristine surface of providing quality products, vehicles, and military grade weaponry, there was illegal trade, abuse of corporate rights, forced labor of certain ethnic groups -- notably faunus, funding terrorist organizations, illegal human experimentation, and obviously, blackmail.

And it reached to the highest links in the chain of command.

Federal Sovereign Andris Fennik read through the report on the hologram, his hands clenched to the point he bled from his palms. His wife Ritsuko, who was thankfully not going through a mood swing from her pregnancy, stood nearby, genuinely worried at what had been bringing out so much fury that she was sure alternate universe counterparts would feel chills up their spines.

Ritsuko: "... Andris?"

He didn't respond. All he could hear was the fury of people, of himself, of High Command, of Onyx employees that lost their jobs. He had reached a breaking point. He finally unclenched his hands and Ritsuko immediately started cleaning his hands of blood while he gave a voice command to make a private call once his wife left.

Several Hours Later...
Onyx Corporation HQ, Rooftop

It was nighttime. Fennik sat on a bench at the top of a skyscraper, staring at the two geothermal towers stretching into the sky beyond the mountains. As he waited for his contact, he looked down at an old badge. One from a decade before, when he made the decision of his life. He didn't get to finish reminiscing as the door opened and his contact appeared.

???: "It's been a while, ENDWAR."

Fennik: "LONGBOW."

LONGBOW: "That crazy geezer still hitting targets drunk?"

Fennik: "Black Feather? Yeah..."

LONGBOW leaned on a nearby wall, his specially coated armor creating a shadowy silhouette that reflected no light.

LONGBOW: "Been half a year since the war ended... I miss being able to use the big girl here."

He pulled out his signature sniper, a Boris & Karlson produced .70 caliber Chem-Rail hybrid anti-material rifle that could punch through the toughest of infantry armor. It was aptly nicknamed the Big Nasty Kicker, as early snipers have had their shoulders dislocated from the "kick" when they fired the rifle, and have since required an exoskeleton to go with it. It also sent it's unfortunate victims flying when struck by the round.

Fennik: "Guess we all miss it. War is part of our existence after all. But now that I'm the Federal Sovereign, I can't do much direct action anymore."

LONGBOW: "So you called me here. Well, looks like things are looking up for us if we take the advantage we have now. Mainly, shut them down before they start Phase 2."

Fennik: "They already started Phase 2, LONGBOW."

LONGBOW: "... I'll rephrase. Before they finish Phase 2."

Fennik: "I'd go, but as I said, it's best I stay behind and manage the nation. I really do wish I could put on the old badge and go out to battle once more."

He reminisced in the days where he fought against squads, against battalions, against armies. Learning, adopting, and surpassing his enemies in everything they did. When he earned his nickname passed down from the top, from PARAGON himself. When he rose through the ranks and made his brothers-in-arms proud and even impressed his enemies.

LONGBOW: "Well, then, it's a good thing I was able to pull some strings with Supreme Commander Claudemburg III."

Fennik at first wondered. Then he started connecting the dots. Then he smiled with glee in a way he hadn't in years.

Fennik: "LONGBOW, you magnificent mother-trucker."

LONGBOW: "Hey, I actually did work in the trucking industry."

Fennik: "Yeah, yeah, where to?"

LONGBOW: "Old Shenzong in former China. I can't wait for the squad to get back together."

It was a time of great fury throughout the world, a time that even affected the stoic Fennik. But he was also about to return to a time of great excitement. Doing what he did best: waging war on the front lines. This time, against the megacorporation that dared to do wrong by his nation.