[i][b]All For One, One For All, In Good Company We Rise or Fall[/b][/i] [b]New Terra[/b] [i]Outside of New Terra's capitol city, a rift had opened, scans indicating it to be an exact match to that of Venom Incorporated technology. Overhead, seven UH-1 Venom helicopter flew out in unison, bearing on their tail fins a rearing black stallion. The helicopters thundered across the sky, soon followed and surpassed by nearly five full squadrons of F-35 JSF aircraft also bearing the same insignia. Behind them, loomed the final aircraft, ten massive Patton-class Helicarriers. On the ground beneath all of the aircraft, a massive military force approached. Tanks, T-14 Armatas, Le Clercs, Abrams, Challengers, and Leopard 2s thundered in a massive formation together. Transport trucks, semis and deuce and a halves followed as well, loaded with supplies. MRAPS, Humvees, DPVs, and Jeeps followed as well, all moving together as one. The army was ridiculously massive, larger than even Venom's. Soldiers wore varying uniforms, identifying them with their various nations, the US, the UK, the Russian Federation, Germany, and France. They did not push into any territory aggressively, rather, they formed a massive defensive perimeter, and the supply vehicles moved in along with construction equipment to begin construction of a massive FOB. The Castle had arrived, tracking the signal of one of their operators, Jackson Wolfe, the Dead Man Walking. Atop the deck of the first carrier, stood a man bearing a old Venom Incorporated exosuit, the carrier flying the Castle's insignia as well as the Union Jack. The second carrier flew the same colors as well. The third and fourth flew the German flag, and atop the deck of the first, stood a man in a uniform eerily similar to that of the Third Reich's High Command, except without the N@zi symbols and insignia. The fifth and sixth flew the Stars and Stripes, an American five-star standing atop the deck of the fifth. The seventh and eight flew the flag of the Russian Federation, a gruff-looking commander standing in an exosuit on the deck of the seventh. Aboard the ninth and tenth, the French flag, a woman in combat fatigues on the deck of the ninth. Below them, the work began, and the ships held their positions, weapons all powered down aside from CIWSs. [/i] [spoiler]OPEN[/spoiler]