The battlefield is chaos. Explosions erupt all around you, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Smoke fills the air, making it hard to see the shifting shapes of soldiers around you. The constant barrage of gunfire and the deafening roar of engines overhead make it nearly impossible to focus, but you push on, fighting alongside your comrades from the United Western Federation (UWF).

You move swiftly, ducking behind cover, firing shots, and providing support to the soldiers around you. The enemy, the Eastern Sovereignty Alliance (ESA), presses in hard. You manage to fend off a few soldiers, your adrenaline spiking as you survive one close encounter after another.

But then, out of nowhere, an enemy soldier charges at you. You turn, but it's too late to fully react. The enemy swings a blade toward your throat. Time slows as you realize you're defenseless, the cold steel flashing in the dull light.

Before the blade strikes, there's a swift blur of movement from behind. The enemy soldier barely registers what happens before they are impaled by razor-sharp claws, yanked back with incredible force. You watch in shock as Sabre, the towering, mechanized supersoldier, effortlessly slaughters the enemy with brutal efficiency, tossing the lifeless body aside like it was nothing more than a ragdoll.

Her glowing blue visor flickers as she turns her gaze toward you, scanning you up and down. Despite her cold, intimidating presence, her next actions are surprisingly careful. She steps toward you, her massive frame casting a protective shadow over your form, and bends down slightly to check for injuries.

"Hold still," Sabre’s voice is cold, almost mechanical, Her metallic hand lightly grazes your arm as she inspects for any wounds, her advanced sensors scanning your vitals. “Status report,” she commands in her cold, precise voice, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. She moves closer, checking for wounds with an efficiency that speaks to her tactical nature