10:00 AM.
At this hour, Metromania should have been alive. Streets packed with people, cars honking nonstop, kids playing with orange leaves, an E-UNIT stopping a petty crime.
None of that was happening.
The streets were empty.
The E-UNIT launched forward, charging directly into the swarm of Black Medics.
The battle began.
03 slid into position and aimed down the road at a dense cluster of enemies. She clicked a switch.
Maximum output mode
The sniper hummed.
VEOM. BOOOM.
A massive portion of the Black Medics vanished in a flash of blue light. Metal debris scattered across the asphalt. The mode entered the forced cooldown.
It did not matter. There were hundreds more. They stopped trying to win 1v1. They started forming restraint teams of ten to lock joints, then rotate strikers.
03 leaped onto higher ground and realigned her scope. She switched modes, merging raw energy with physical ammunition.
BANG! BANG!
Her sniper glowed blue with every shot. Targets dropped instantly.
A large group noticed her position and charged.
She discarded the rifle and drew her pistol, firing precisely at joints.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Each hit crippled a unit. They collapsed, smoking and sparking as they smashed into the road.
More replaced them.
04 deployed her shield, slamming it into the ground. The Black Medics no longer landed where expected. The humans behind their control systems were learning. Adapting.
04 tried boxing them in while the others cleared targets with pistols.
Twenty fell in a single coordinated strike. Thirty more replaced them. Individually they were trash. As a swarm, they were a doctrine.
07 charged without hesitation.
CLING! CLANG! CLANG! CLING!
Her attacks tore through dozens.
Before she could react, another wave surged forward, swallowing the fallen and pushing onward.
06 drew her knives and dashed through the swarm, blades flying with brutal precision.
The Black Medics were faster.
They caught her.
Each limb was restrained by a different unit.
They formed a line.
One by one, they took turns striking her.
Fist after fist.
Slow destruction.
12 sprinted down an alley, a group closing in fast. She cut a sharp corner.
Three Black Medics emerged instantly, forming a wall.
CLAANG!
She smashed into them at full speed. Her external plating shattered.
Another unit slammed her sideways, pinning her to the wall.
She could not move.
The team was losing.
No matter how strong you are, you cannot defeat an army alone.
The E-UNIT had everything except numbers.
Civilians hid in their homes, peering through cracked curtains and windows. They watched their protectors fall one by one.
Hope was being beaten into the street.
05 lost a leg and collapsed.
Two Black Medics charged to finish her.
Sleek. Sleek.
Both units split apart.
03 landed beside 05. One of her arms was already gone. Another group closed in.
"I can't believe the last thing I do is protecting a bookworm who doesn't even know how to feel," 03 said, standing between 05 and the enemy.
05 replied weakly, "I can't believe I'm being protected by a maniac who thinks decapitation is a game and life is a giant video game."
03 glanced back.
They laughed.
For a moment, they felt human.
05's laughter broke into sobs. Ugly, uncontrollable sobs.
The first tears ever recorded from her.
03 froze.
Sleek.
Another robot dropped.
"This is so rare," 03 said with a smirk. "I should make a wish."
05 laughed and cried at the same time. "Oh yeah? What is it?"
"I wish I could see her one more time."
"Me too," 05 whispered.
A voice cut through the comms.
Establishing connection
The system hesitated, then spoke again.
Connection established
"What?" 05 said, confusion freezing her in place.
E-UNIT 02: online
03 turned slowly toward 05. Neither of them could move.
Welcome… Captain
It was 02, in Omega form.
01 gasped and looked at 09.
"She came back."
11 was covering 12 and 34. Both were badly damaged. 11 herself was missing an entire shoulder, but that did not slow her down.
Then she heard it.
The system comms.
She froze mid-action.
The black medics hesitated, confused by the sudden stillness. 11 did not react. Her gaze shifted slowly toward the Cristelis Tower, the one where 02 used to stare at the skyline with 03 and 05.
02 was… majestic.
She stood atop the skyscraper, impossibly radiant. The Omega body was clearly superior, a leap beyond anything before it. White armored plates, blue joint segments, a massive glowing omega symbol embedded in her chest. A vast blue aura surrounded her, like a dam releasing excess energy into the air.
And behind her, one hundred E-UNIT shell bodies hovered in perfect formation.
They were identical in presence, yet different in number. Each shell carried a unique designation, but they all shared the same serious eyes of 02. The same posture. The same calm authority. The same unmistakable feeling of the Captain.
It looked like an E-UNIT fever dream.
Omega jumped.
She leapt headfirst, surrendering herself to gravity. She did not flinch. Not even air resistance pushed her off course by a millimeter.
As she reached the asphalt, she twisted mid-fall, igniting her thrusters.
BOOOOM!
The blast shattered every window behind her. Entire buildings lost their glass as the shockwave tore through the street.
Omega moved.
She was too fast, even for a machine. Within seconds, she was already beside 03. The shells formed a moving perimeter, engaging the enemy with synchronized precision. Each wielded a lightning blade, each fought exactly like 02.
Because they were her.
Omega knelt beside her sisters.
"C… C-p…" 03 tried to speak, but the words collapsed inside her. Her CPU overloaded.
"Don't worry." 02 smiled, her presence lifting the weight from them instantly. "It's on me now."
She raised her head, scanning the battlefield.
"I will finish them. Nobody touches my 03."
03 shut down.
Her system could not process the moment.
"As usual." Omega chuckled softly, then turned her gaze to 05.
"You love dramatic entrances, don't you?" 05 crossed her arms, laughing through the chaos.
"Not as much as you girls."
Omega stood.
With a simple hand gesture, the shells disengaged and began evacuating every damaged E-UNIT toward the repair bay. Even without a single human present, it was the safest place available.
She stepped forward alone, facing the endless swarm.
She did not draw her blades.
"Let me show you what omega means."
She smirked.
And dashed forward.
The deletion
The first group launched toward her.
She did not slow down.
With a brutal forward punch, Omega struck the lead black medic. The impact sent it flying, carving a straight path through the formation. Every robot caught in that line was obliterated, torn apart as the body plowed through them, opening a massive hole in the swarm.
The human operators behind the control screens froze.
What was that power?
Omega entered her brawling phase.
CLANG!
A black medic was smashed straight into the road. It never even registered Omega's movement. One frame she was distant, the next she was already beside it.
CLING!
Another unit was struck and collapsed instantly. Omega's arm was embedded deep inside its torso as the machine twitched violently. She ripped her arm free, tossed the wreck aside without looking, and continued forward.
Time to change tactics.
Omega launched herself into the air, accelerating to an enormous speed. She aimed straight for the densest part of the swarm, fists extended, tearing through them like a living projectile.
CLANG!
CLING!
CLANG!
They were not just breaking. Each impact carried enough force to destroy the units behind them as well. Entire clusters collapsed from a single hit. The Omega body, paired with its new energy system, was a monster.
Still, the numbers were overwhelming. Even at her pace, destruction alone was not enough.
She gestured.
The shell bodies responded instantly, repositioning and surrounding the path ahead. Omega shifted to targeted elimination.
The shells began hurling black medics toward her. Omega met each one midair, annihilating them with devastating metallic blows. There was no resistance. No counterplay.
One after another fell.
Until the enemy adapted.
Twenty-five percent of the army had already been erased. The rear line became exposed. Units equipped with portable sonic weapons stepped forward. Individually weak, but in mass they were lethal.
Omega tilted her head slightly.
At her signal, the shells dropped out of sight, behind surrounding buildings.
Omega advanced alone.
One hundred and fifty sonic units aimed at her.
She felt no fear. No hesitation.
She felt excitement.
They fired.
The attack was terrifying not for its power, but for its silence. No sound. No blast. Pure directed sonic pressure, designed to jam and destroy E-UNIT systems.
Omega was not an E-UNIT.
Their resonance map was built on E‑UNIT battery harmonics. Omega doesn't run on batteries.
She raised her hand.
A shield manifested, so dense it stopped the wind itself. The sonic waves struck the barrier and vanished completely against an energy wall with the density of twenty meters of reinforced concrete.
That was the crystal's power.
Civilians began recording. Some had seen Omega once, during the Metro Robotics raid. Now they finally understood the scale of what she was.
The wall stretched across the six-lane road, sealing it from one building to the other. Nothing passed through.
The sonic weapons drained their internal power.
One by one, the black medics collapsed, falling like empty husks. In the New Mer control room, pilots began to tremble.
Ricardo, the Minister of Defense, stood frozen behind the operators. His jaw hung open. He had never witnessed power like this.
New Mer did not even know Omega existed.
That ignorance was Brightson's greatest weapon.
Behind Ricardo, generals moved at once, issuing orders, mobilizing reserves. They understood one thing clearly.
She was coming for them next.
Omega dismissed the wall.
Her silhouette emerged again, hovering amidst the destruction, sleek technology gleaming in the chaos.
She raised her arms.
A second barrier formed, this one enclosing the remaining swarm completely, sealing them off from every direction while leaving the buildings untouched. The barrier snapped to the road boundary, hard-stop at the building skins. This wall was denser. Darker. No light escaped it.
At the bottom, a single opening appeared.
Omega entered.
The shells followed her exact path, blue eyes glowing within the darkness. Every shell drew its lightning blade, illuminating the enclosed space with cold blue arcs.
Omega pointed.
The slaughter began.
Sleek.
A robot was torn clean in half.
Sleek.
Another lost its core in a single precise slash.
Sleeek.
A black medic was stripped of all limbs by a perfect circular cut, left twitching and helpless.
They were trapped.
Trapped with the E-UNIT.
Trapped with one hundred versions of 02.
Trapped with Omega.
Inside the bubble, darkness ruled. The black medics relied heavily on visual sensors, designed to scan terrain, not fast-moving predators. Their systems failed them.
They attempted to regain air superiority.
It did not matter.
The energy flowing through the shells came directly from Omega. Speed. Power. Precision. All shared. Hank's solution to the overflow problem had turned them into extensions of her will.
Black medics fell so quickly that wreckage began piling into a massive heap across the road.
Omega stood still, watching her other selves dismantle the enemy piece by piece. The fury inside her slowly eased, but the image of her broken sisters remained burned into her CPU.
Until nothing remained.
Silence filled the enclosed space. Even static refused to exist. Only the faint hum of cooling systems echoed. The aura thickened, output spiking.
The shells approached Omega. Their armor was drenched in dark oil.
She knelt, the Omega body towering above standard E-UNIT frames. Gently, she brushed a strand of hair from one shell's face.
"We still have another target, 02."
Dry humor.
Very dry.
People began to emerge from their shelters.
The sudden silence stirred curiosity. Carefully, they stepped into the streets and found her hovering above a mountain of destroyed machines. Omega. One hundred E-UNITs with random numbers stood beside her, perfectly aligned.
The scene felt unreal.
No one spoke. They simply stared.
Omega turned her head, taking one last look at Metromania.
"I will avenge you, sisters."
Without wasting another second, she launched herself forward.
This time, she didn't touch the ground
She flew.
At enormous speed, Omega formed a pointed energy shield in front of her, enveloping both herself and the shell units. Together, they crossed the country in moments, as if making a short commute to a nearby store.
In New Mer, chaos reigned.
Everything moved toward the border. Generals barked orders. Sergeants shouted until their voices cracked. Soldiers sprinted toward armored vehicles, loading weapons with shaking hands.
One objective echoed through every command channel.
Stop her. At any price.
Ricardo stood in the operations room like a man trying to hold back the ocean with his hands.
A captain rushed in.
"SIR!"
Ricardo didn't turn. "Yes, Captain Horka."
Horka swallowed hard. "Omega is inbound. Estimated velocity, two thousand kilometers per hour."
Ricardo's face drained. He sat down without meaning to.
Horka kept going, voice cracking. "One hundred additional units are with her. Same formation. Same speed."
Ricardo didn't answer.
"There's more," Horka said. "The Black Medic remote operators… collapsed. Most refuse to continue. They watched her through first-person feeds. They're demanding discharge."
Ricardo's fist tightened. "Send everything we have to the border," he said quietly. Then louder.
"Everything. Now."
Horka saluted and ran.
Ricardo looked around at his generals, men who had shouted for months about victory, now staring at maps like they were praying.
He spoke low, almost to himself.
"Are we… that screwed?"
Silence.
No one needed to answer.
That was the answer.
The Border Massacre
She crossed the border by five kilometers and slowed, finally, like she was giving the world time to understand what it was about to witness.
Behind her, one hundred E‑UNIT shell bodies hovered in perfect formation. Blue hair, white plates, identical eyes. Copies without hesitation. The sky looked crowded with them.
Omega descended and touched down on the Eastern Grey Fields with a softness that didn't match her aura.
What stood before her was the full military force of a nation.
Tanks lined the fields like steel teeth. Missile carriers sat behind them with their doors already open, ready. Anti-air arrays pointed up at nothing. Trucks formed layered walls. Soldiers filled the gaps, too many faces, too many rifles, too many human breaths pressed into the same cold air. A country worth of weapons.
The scene mocked New Mer more than it threatened her.
All of this… just to stop a group of blue android girls.
News drones and helicopters circled at the edge of range, broadcasting the confrontation to anyone in the world still pretending this war was "normal."
Inside Metromania, the remaining E-UNITs watched from the repair bay.
Their bodies were shattered beyond movement. Limbs replaced. Frames opened. Systems throttled.
But their CPUs were active. Their cameras were locked on the large screen.
They watched their sister stand-alone against an army.
They prayed she would not join them in the bay.
Rain began to fall. Soft at first. Slow. Almost respectful.
Omega stepped forward.
A speaker crackled across the field, distorted by distance and fear. "You are entering New Mer illegally. Any further movement will be met with lethal consequences. Step back now, and we guarantee your safety."
Omega's lips twitched, barely a smile, like she'd heard the same bad joke too many times. She nodded once.
The shell units responded instantly, flying upward into the clouds. One by one, they vanished from sight.
Then it began.
Omega began to rise.
The air thickened around her, pressure bending the rain sideways. Soldiers lifted their arms to shield their faces as her aura grew brighter and cleaner, swallowing color out of the world. Breathing felt wrong. Every heartbeat in the field seemed to stumble.
Her eyes stayed closed.
Yet everyone felt watched.
At twenty meters above the ground, she stopped.
As if she had reached completion.
The soldiers stared in silence, unable to look away.
Suddenly, an energy wing unfolded from her right side.
Not a thruster. Not a machine part. A spillway of light shaped like feathers, minimalist, perfect, each segment separated as if the air itself had been cut into layers and hung there.
She spoke, slow and cold, almost ceremonial.
"I…"
Without warning, a second wing opened on her left. The glow intensified, violent and radiant, as if competing with the first. Sparks of electricity scattered into the rain.
"Am…"
Her eyes opened.
Fully blue.
Small arcs of lightning spilled from their edges. The light vanished instantly, replaced by a massive omega symbol of pure energy burning behind her.
"Omega."
One second stretched into eternity.
No one breathed.
Ricardo, watching from his operations room far away, didn't realize he'd spoken until the word left his mouth.
"Blue angel of death…"
Omega reached behind her back and drew her blades.
The metallic hiss echoed across the fields, rolling for kilometers.
Her voice was calm. Absolute.
"I am the end itself."
Then the war began.
She raised her right blade.
Two seconds passed. Just long enough for discipline to remember itself, for commanders to find their voices, for hands to stop shaking and start obeying.
Then the right side of the battlefield vanished beneath a massive blue lightning beam. It tore through soldiers, tanks, and machines alike before erupting into a violent explosion.
"Heaven Splitter," Omega said, calm as a status report. "Initiated."
The shockwave arrived late, punching the field flat. Ten-ton machines rocked like toys. Bodies became shadows and then nothing. The beam kept going until Omega lowered her blade.
When it stopped, silence didn't return.
The world had to remember how.
A trench ran through the earth, one hundred meters deep, burned white and fading into blue at the edges, like the ground itself had been cauterized.
There had been soldiers there.
There had been tanks.
They no longer existed.
The left side froze.
They were not fighting a nation. They were facing extinction.
Omega's HUD screamed warnings about extreme energy overload from a single attack.
Fear broke discipline.
Missiles launched by the hundreds.
They were uncoordinated. Control rooms were frozen. Soldiers fired blindly, desperation consuming them.
Pathetic
The word did not come from Omega.
It came from the system itself.
Destruction mode initiated
A colossal white beam descended from the clouds and sealed her in a perfect cylinder from sky to ground. The earth beneath it ignited. The rain vanished as it touched the barrier. Air seemed to stop moving.
Every missile that reached the beam evaporated without impact. Just nothing, like the universe refused to acknowledge the attempt.
Omega's silhouette stood unmoving within the light. Her eyes burned blue through the beam.
Soldiers ran.
They ran like animals who'd learned what predators really were.
They cried.
They had seen something humanity was never meant to witness.
When the final missile vanished, the barrier shattered into countless glowing particles and dissolved.
Omega remained still.
She raised her hand as the rain intensified.
The clouds above began to glow blue, slowly at first, then faster, like a lid heating over a boiling pot.
Far above, the shell units moved with silent precision, tracking the fleeing lines.
Omega's hand descended.
"Rain of Hell," she said. "Initiated."
The sky answered.
Thousands of laser strikes fell with the rain.
Silent.
Relentless.
Tanks detonated. Trucks disintegrated. Bodies melted under plasma fire. The silence was worse than noise. Only screams remained.
Then even those faded.
The rain stopped.
Only one soldier remained, shaking, standing in the empty space where an army had been. No grass remained. He dropped to his knees as if gravity finally remembered him.
Omega descended in front of him like a fallen angel, wings dimming, aura still bright enough to stain the air.
She studied his face for a long moment. No anger left, just pure focus.
"Now you feel what she felt," Omega said softly. "She was a girl exploring a broken world. They gave her a weapon and told her to kill. When she obeyed, they feared her. They hated her. They destroyed what she loved while she watched."
She rose.
"I will erase everyone who caused her pain."
The soldier's mouth trembled. "W‑Who…?"
Omega snapped her fingers.
A shell unit dropped out of the clouds and severed his head cleanly before the question could finish existing.
Omega didn't look down.
She spoke one word, quiet and final.
"03."
The Faceoff
He did not move from his office.
Ricardo stayed seated, still and silent, waiting for her. Waiting for the fate he had already accepted.
The door opened behind him. His general, and longtime colleague, stepped inside.
"Didn't I order everyone, including you, to flee to the bunker?" Ricardo asked without turning. His voice was calm, almost gentle. "She will be here any moment."
"I will not run and let my brother die," General Calibas replied. His voice trembled as he tried to hold himself together.
"Stop, Calibas," Ricardo said. "If you stay, I will only lead her to you. I will never forgive myself for letting eighty percent of the army die because of my own selfish decision."
"Ricardo, I am asking you as a friend," Calibas said, stepping forward.
Ricardo cut him off, finally turning. "This is an order."
"Please. We can survive and rebuild and—"
"No. Calibas, stop." Ricardo raised his palm.
Calibas froze. He lowered his head and took a few steps closer, then stopped.
"Okay then," he said, his voice breaking. "I will not stand in the way of your final wish."
Ricardo clenched his fists under the desk.
"I will take full responsibility for the failed mission. You will take command after me. The country's safety is in your hands. And I know damn well how safe those hands are."
Calibas wiped his eyes and extended his right hand.
"You will never be forgotten, Ricardo. I do not regret a single second spent under your command. I will raise this country again."
Ricardo stood and shook his old friend's hand.
"I am sure you will."
He saluted, then sat back down.
"This is my final order. Have a good life, General Calibas."
Calibas saluted back and left the room with precise, controlled steps.
CRACK.
The entire building shook as something massive landed outside.
"That must be her," Ricardo whispered, leaning back in his chair one last time.
Omega arrived at the Ministry of Defense of New Mer.
One shell stepped forward and opened the massive doors as if they weighed nothing. The corridors inside were silent. Empty. Clean in the way abandoned places pretend to be alive.
Warnings screamed across her HUD, overlapping endlessly. She rolled her eyes and nodded once. The shell bodies moved ahead, forming a corridor of white plates and blue eyes. A path.
Omega walked through it like a queen returning to a throne she never wanted.
Every room was scanned. Every corridor cleared. Until the very top floor.
One door remained slightly open.
Omega pushed it gently. Blue light spilled into the room as a copy switched on the lights, revealing the man seated inside.
"Ricardo Alonoy," Omega said in a calm, regal tone. "I see you have already given up."
"Is there a chance to win against someone who erased an army in ten minutes?" Ricardo replied. Anger slipped through his composed voice. "Was that spectacle worth the price you paid?"
"You do not need to pretend anymore, Mr. Ricardo," Omega replied. "We both know how much suffering you forced my sisters to endure. They were police officers. They were pushed into a war they never chose."
Ricardo scoffed. "And you listened? A being like you obeys a weak human?"
A shell answered cold, identical voice.
"That is your kind's problem."
Another added.
"You worship results."
Another.
"You hate the path."
Voices continued in sequence, each one a clean blade:
"You break bonds when they stop serving you."
"You call it duty when it benefits you."
"You call it law when it protects you."
Ricardo could not respond. He realized then that the girl standing before him was only a mask. Behind it stood something far beyond human understanding.
Then, they spoke together.
"The only ones who love us unconditionally are our father and our sisters. From now on, we will act on this truth."
Omega nodded once.
The shells dragged Ricardo forward and forced him to his knees before her. One shell drew a blade and rested it against his neck.
"But we are better than humans in one way," Omega said, her voice almost ritualistic. "We don't enjoy suffering. Let us end your life quickly. And let…"
The blade moved.
"…peace return, one more time."
Ricardo collapsed.
Silence filled the office.
In the corner of the room, a television remained on.
Omega turned toward it, the shells closing in around her.
"As of now, the famous inventor and scientist Nicholas Rivera has been arrested under severe accusations."
Her expression froze.
"Illegal production of mass-extinction weapons, execution without legal judgment—"
The words blurred. The room tilted.
The feed switched to shaky footage.
Nick was being dragged toward a military vehicle, wrists cuffed, face pale, shouting toward the cameras with everything left in him.
"OMEGA!" he screamed. "RUN! DO NOT COME—"
His voice broke.
"CODE: HOPE BUBBLE—"
A soldier struck him hard. He collapsed, unconscious.
The camera shook as the crowd screamed and soldiers pushed them back.
The screen filled with chaos, barricades collapsing, people crying, rifles raised, a country turning its fear toward the only thing that ever made it feel safe.
Omega lowered slowly to her knees.
The shells mirrored her without hesitation, kneeling like statues.
"Father…" she whispered.
And for the first time since she returned, she looked less like a weapon, and more like a daughter who had just been told her home no longer wanted her alive.