Somewhere in Ethiopia, Africa

Ethiopia was occupied by Zeon when the Earth Attack Force deployed on earth to wage war on Federation-affiliated countries and occupied the territory. But unbeknownst to everyone on earth, there's something happening to Ethiopia as it has lost contact after Zeon occupied the African country.

In Zeon main base, the remaining Zeon soldiers are firing at an unknown enemy, but not with a brave face, instead they are mixed with fear and shocked by their expressions. The military structures are on fire. There are some buildings destroyed due to an explosion. There is a lot of debris laying on the ground. The Zeon military personnel lay dead on the ground. The vehicles and aircrafts were destroyed. And most of all, there are a small number of Zaku IIs destroyed and laying on the ground.

A Zaku II is firing his weapon continuously as Nod Terror Drone jumps toward the chest and starts clawing out of the chest using dismantler claws. It opens up the cockpit to see a scared Zeon pilot, screaming in terror, as Nod terror drone grabs out of the cockpit, pulls him out, and claws slash him, cutting him in half.

The last remaining Zeon infantrymen are taking cover behind the destroyed magella ein tank as they return fire at the enemy. The enemies they are facing are actually Banished, Neo Nod, and Black Order of Amon. The Banished Brutes equipped brute shots to suppress fire at the tank that caused explosive damage. Then a small team of BOA Protoss Bloodhunter appear right behind Zeon soldiers and cut them down. Once they are dealt with, they start exploring the area to see any survivors to be killed. Afterwards, they start gathering the remains to be both re-engineered and manufactured to their military arsenals. As for dead corpses, the Banished, mainly Jiralhanae and Kigyar bring them to their place to have them feast into their stomachs, which is disliked by Neo Nod and Black Order of Amon, but nevertheless, they have nothing to do with them.

Somewhere in the Allarto uncharted area, it has become a largest secret base established by the Banished, Neo Nod, and Black Order of Amon. The Neo Nod built the most advanced stealth generator surrounding the area to conceal themselves from the radar of both Federation and Zeon during the war.

Each territory is owned by their respective factions and they are willing to cooperate as long as they have a common enemy they can agree on. There are defense structures to ensure there are no trespassers or any threats from Federation, Zeon, and even their enemies come to their location. The spaceships such as Banished Dreadnought, Neo Nod Kane Divinity-class Dreadnought Mothership, 2 Neo Nod frigates, and BOA Protoss Mothership stationed in starport for refueling as well as remain on ground for time being until it is ready to take off.

The largest building structure that has been built is a Citadel Prime. It is considered as the supreme headquarters for leaders to stay there, acting as coalition council leaders. With advanced nanotechnology and Black Order of Amon's technology, it takes 40 minutes to finish the construction. It becomes a symbol of leadership alliance that rules this area of controlling their respective military factions.

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Citadel Prime, Council Room

The council chamber of Citadel Prime stood tall, its black and red architectural design exuding an air of authority and menace. Banners of various factions hung from the walls, each representing the leaders who had come together under a tenuous alliance.

Gathered within the chamber were powerful figures from across different realms. Rakttarius, the Jiralhanae legionmaster and de facto leader of the Banished, stood with arms crossed, his imposing frame exuding raw power. Beside him was Jade Liang, once a scientist of the Global Defense Initiative, now the supreme leader of the Neo Brotherhood of Nod, also known as Neo Nod. Newell Bradshaw, a former Moebius Foundation scientist, now wore the crown of Amon's Regent, leading the Black Order of Amon. Beside him were his most trusted lieutenants: Darathor, the ruthless Bladelord of War; Xemal, the enigmatic Shadowmaster of Death; and Xezros, the Warlock of the Darkwraith.

Newell was the first to break the silence. "Everyone, I appreciate you all taking the time to listen to my proposal. Rather than waste our resources fighting each other, we should stand united." His tone was sincere, yet calculated.

Rakttarius scoffed, crossing his muscular arms. "The only reason I'm tolerating this so-called alliance is because the UNSC may soon arrive in this world. If not for that unfinished Guardian prototype, I would've personally torn that demon apart."

Xezros chuckled darkly. "Such temper for a savage beast."

Rakttarius bared his fangs, ready to retort, but Jade Liang swiftly interjected. "Gentlemen, now is not the time for infighting. We may not trust each other, but we do share a common enemy."

Xemal nodded. "Indeed. It would be wise to unite our forces, not just against the UNSC, but against all who oppose us in this universe."

Darathor grinned, his voice dripping with bloodlust. "Just imagine it—the brutal slaughter of our foes, their blood spilled in glorious battle."

Jade shot him a glance, unimpressed. "Even I can't match your level of insanity."

Turning the discussion back on track, she continued, "We have entered a world vastly different from our own. This is not the Earth we remember. However, there is opportunity here. The Federation and Zeon possess unique military assets—Mobile Suits. If we fail to acquire such technology, they will crush us. But if we obtain our own, we can turn them against our enemies."

Rakttarius let out a low growl of approval. "Hmph... You make a strong point. If the Banished had Mobile Suits, our dominance would be absolute. Fortunately, I have humans in my ranks from our arrival on Zeta Halo."

Newell smirked. "Our forces are already salvaging remnants of a Zeon military base in northwestern Ethiopia. Others are raiding Federation positions further south. Soon, their technology will be ours."

Xemal spoke coldly. "My blood hunters will eliminate key figures within both the Federation and Zeon. Without their leaders, morale will crumble."

Darathor's grin widened. "Meanwhile, my forces march north, seizing new territories for expansion."

Jade's expression hardened with approval. "Good. This will fuel our soldiers' spirits—and yours especially, Legionmaster."

Rakttarius gave a guttural chuckle. "The young Jiralhanae are restless, eager for war and bloodshed. I need a battlefield where they can unleash their rage. But we must also salvage every piece of military technology we can find."

Xezros narrowed his eyes. "And what of our enemies? They won't sit idly by while we strengthen ourselves."

Newell's eyes gleamed with malice. "Oh, we will find them. And we will destroy them—to avenge the death of our Dark God."

Rakttarius let out a harsh laugh. "Your so-called god perished because he was weak. A real god would have crushed his enemies with ease."

Newell clenched his fists. "What did you say, ape?" he snarled.

Rakttarius smirked, unfazed by the outburst.

Jade slammed her hands on the table. "Enough! We cannot afford to waste time bickering. If we let our differences divide us, our enemies will exploit our weakness. Do you want to hand them that advantage?"

Newell took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He sat back down, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

Jade resumed. "To secure our power, we need more troops."

Newell leaned forward. "We have replicators. We can mass-produce soldiers."

Rakttarius scoffed. "Hmph! Nothing beats real warriors. I'll recruit from this world's criminals—thieves, murderers, psychopaths. The Banished thrives on the strong. We'll make use of them... as cannon fodder."

Newell smirked. "Perhaps. Though I prefer labor camps—prisoners forced to gather resources for our cause. They should consider themselves lucky to be alive... for now."

Rakttarius licked his fangs. "I'd rather feast on them."

Jade chuckled darkly. "Do as you wish. I have my own methods. By spreading the teachings of Kane, I will bring new followers into our ranks."

Newell steepled his fingers. "With the blueprints we've obtained from Zeon and the Federation, we can enhance Mobile Suits with our own technology. Soon, we will be unstoppable."

Rakttarius clenched his fists. "The Federation and Zeon will fall before us. But our true enemy... is the UNSC. I will personally see to it that their so-called hero, Master Chief, is torn apart."

His voice dripped with unrelenting hatred, his mind fixated on the thought of crushing his old foe.

Jade's eyes gleamed with ambition. "Then we have our next mission. We must annex weak nations, expanding our dominion across the north, east, and west. Our forces will spread across this world, securing every resource, every stronghold, every advantage. We will become more powerful than ever before. Do we all agree?"

The faction leaders nodded in unison.

Xezros then spoke up. "One last thing, Supreme Leader. Since we now stand united, what shall we call this alliance?"

Jade pondered for a moment, then a slow smile crept across her face.

"We shall be known as... the Triumvirate Syndicates."

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