[September 28, 2125]
Inside the cargo bay of an Osprey, five individuals stood by the closed ramp, each wearing black bodysuits.
Their faces fully covered by masks-- each one different. Yet all of them bearing the same insignia embedded on their suits.
Radio communications from several groups of the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) were in an overlapping chaos.
"Kamagong squad to Base! We're being pushed back!" A soldier shouted as bullets hissed past.
"Agila leader requesting backup-!"
BOOM!
Another voice cried out, cut off by a loud explosion.
"Charlie squadron is immobilized and pinned down!" A soldier reported, his voice almost unrecognized from the loud and deafening explosions in the background.
"You guys ready?" A young male voice in front of the group asked, turning to face them.
He had thick black hair with the average physique of a Filipino teenager. With slightly lighter skin tone than most Filipinos.
His mask, horrifyingly patterned the face of a Multo. A creature from Filipino mythology said to haunt humans.
"We're ready to go, Kirashi," a young female voice answered. The only female among the group.
She had long crimson-red hair, glowing under the red light inside the Osprey.
She wore a blank mask with no face nor pattern, she had slim, curved figure, her skin tone slightly browner that contrasted Kirashi.
RATTLE, RATTLE!
The plane shook from the turbulence.
The red-hair girl and Kirashi both stared at each other for a while.
Kirashi nodded in acknowledgement. Then swerved his gaze right and left.
"Our mission is to provide additional support for the AFP to repel the U.S. Army attack." Kirashi ordered to the group before facing the ramp.
"Gotcha, commander." An energetic young male voice, cheekily and teasingly replied.
His pushed back blue hair, similar to the color of the sky.
His mask shaped like the skull of a bird-- a bulalakaw, he had a bulky frame, the most muscular one in the group.
"Be careful not to catch the AFP on fire, Itoshi." A deep voice this time replied.
He had the most fearsome mask, its patterns shaped of a widely opened mouth and eyes, as if devouring, a tamao, his physique almost as similar to Itoshi, the bulkiest among them. But him being the tallest.
His skin as brown as a moreno, he had a dark coat being his outerwear. His arms inside the pockets of his coat.
"Don't you trust me with my skills Ayro!?" Itoshi shouted aloud in pure shock.
"We don't." Everyone said in unison.
"WHAT!? I'm controlling my maji right! You're all overreacting." Itoshi in defense said so.
Though the others did not seem to buy it as he's the loudest one.
"We're all wearing masks but I can see your looks of judgement." Itoshi proclaimed to the group.
"Attention you 5, we've arrived at the dropping point, I'm opening the ramp." A male voice said aloud through the speakers inside the osprey.
"Understood Vulcan, have a safe flight back to HQ." Kirashi replied whilst holding his ear piece on his right ear.
"Roger that sir Kirashi. Looking foward to your next flight with Vulcan 1." The pilot replied.
The red light then turned off. A faint glow came out from Keito's mask, his mask was full black, yet there were white spots on it that glowed in the dark. Mayari.
BEEP!
After a loud beep, the ramp then slowly opened as air rushed in.
[Down below in the city filled with smokes, explosions and shooting...]
"Where's the backup!?!" The AFP soldier shouted amidst the loud crossfire.
BOOM! BOOM!
Two missiles hit the buildings where AFP soldiers were shooting. Making the floor collapse.
"We're not holding out much longer!" Another soldier shouted.
"Sh**! Miguel! Miguel hang in there!" One soldier was tending to his bleeding fellow teammate sitting on a corner.
Shortly after struggling to keep his teammate alive, Miguel came to a stop.
"Sh**! Miguel! MIGUEL STAY WITH ME NOW!" The soldier shouted loud, though Miguel did not answer.
The soldier grabbed his rifle and started shooting behind cover with blood in his hands.
The U.S. Army slowly pushed their way through the street, while AFP soldiers dropped one by one as they were forced back.
CRASH!
The ground ruptured around the area and smoke burst out down the road of the crash site, taking a few US soldiers down from the crash.
"Keep pushing forward!" A soldier in the chaos shouted, pressing further the attack.
Whoosh...
The smoke then dispersed, revealing Kirashi who had happened to be the cause of the crash.
A US soldier then turned to him.
"Enemy Maji user!" The soldier shouted, making the others turn to face him.
Everyone then changed their direction immediately to Kirashi.
RATATATATATATATA!
Bullets flew from several directions toward Kirashi, but he evaded each one and dashed to the soldiers shooting at him.
A weapon-- katana, materialized from the air, formed in his hand as he held it tightly.
He slashed every single one of the US soldiers as he dodged and blocked the bullets with his katana.
AGHH!
RATATATATATA!
SHOOT HIM DOWN!
Soon after, the shooting stopped and silence fell. the AFP soldiers came out of their covers and looked at Kirashi, who was standing in front of them.
Kirashi looked at them, his multo mask unrevealing who he is.
BOOM! BOOM!
Loud explosions echoed not too far. Kirashi and soldiers gazes turned their attentions shortly to it.
RATATATATATA!
WE NEED HELP!
FALL BACK! FALL BACK!
Chaotic voices and noises overlapped, signaling a distress.
"Tend to the wounded and regroup soldiers!" Kiraghie shouted in order behind his mask.
The soldiers, stood by, awaiting orders from their team leader.
"Let's go!" The soldier ordered as the rest followed after him. Their footsteps and figure retreating in the distance.
Kirashi stared at the lying corpses of the AFP soldier Miguel who bled out behind the corner.
A short while after, he leaped up to a roof of a building to another and head to the others.