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Eshiria Portman: We've lost contact with North America's Fourth Air Force and 8th Infantry Regiment. Are there any survivors from the 3rd Infantry Division and 11th Regiment? Please respond. They're engaged in battle with the enemy's 18th mechanized battalion. They're requesting reinforcements. The 2nd and 4th Armored Divisions are in retreat. More than half of both divisions are reported to be dead or injured.
Narration: There is no end to the reports that makes their way to the bridge.
Richard Maxwell: How long must we wait in the shadows? Why won't they launch the Fighting Thunders?
Narration: The man mutters in an irritated voice. The colossal enemy had suddenly appeared in the heart of North America. This is nothing like the smaller contaminated weapons of the past. During the test flight of the latest, state-of-the-art colossal airship that the army had been developing, it had been contaminated by the crystals. Not only is this a blow to the army's pride, but it is enough to threaten the army's tradition of handling everything on their own. Under normal circumstances, when a contamination occurs that cannot be handled by regular forces, a request for an attack using the Vanquish Crystal Defense V.C.D. is placed, but they have been left with the order to standby in the background.
Eshiria Portman: Emergency contact from the army. "Immediately carry an attack by Fighting Thunder, assist the North American army, and completely destroy targeted weapons of destruction." Those are their orders.
Narration: Finally, the attack order to rescue the lives of thousands of soldiers has been placed.
Richard Maxwell: Fighting Thunder. Why even bother with that name. Hey, "Raiden", did you hear that? It's a little late, but hurry and make your way to the battleground. I'll transfer each of you the info. Too much blood has already been shed, but we'll do what we can to stem the flow.
Narration: In order to speed up their attack by even a little, the ultimate anti-crystal weapons, the treasures of mankind, the Fighting Thunders, have been waiting spread out next to the warship. Like a war cry for the battle awaiting them, their red wings gleam in the sunlight. Like a requiem for the lost souls, their engines roar as they fly off into the sky.
