Months have passed since General Donald Morden launched a worldwide coup to create a New World Order. Peace and order are finally beginning to return to the world.

The path to peace has not been easy; a second coup plotted by Morden while in hiding was barely averted thanks to a lightning-quick preemptive strike launched by the Regular Army.

Having played pivotal roles in both operations, Marco and Tarma of the Peregrine Falcon Strike Force decide it is time to leave the Army for an easier life; but their resignations are denied, and the two are ordered to continue leading the Falcons. Although General Morden’s whereabouts are unknown, remnants of his army continue to sow the seeds of destruction across the world; the Army needs Marco and Tarma’s skills and experience to help eradicate these elements. As Marco and Tarma jump from one battlefield to the next, they can’t shake an uneasy feeling: That General Morden is alive and planning a third attempt to take over the world.

Meanwhile, the Sparrows, an elite taskforce dispatched by the Regular Army Intelligence Office, are investigating a series of strange incidents. At first, it is just the kidnapping of livestock; but then come the missing VIPs and the abnormally large creatures. Taken together, the incidents suggest a single possibility: That for once, someone other than General Morden is plotting something sinister.

The Intelligence Office decides to formulate a plan—essentially a joint operation between the Sparrows and the Peregrine Falcons—and submits a request to allow a number of Sparrows to join the Falcons in an assault landing on a remote island where soldiers who once served under General Morden have gone into hiding. The office claims a link between the bizarre incidents and General Morden’s former men, but the top brass laugh it off. What could the giant creatures that the Sparrows found have anything to do with Morden? In any case, the office’s intelligence has proven valuable in the past, and the top brass see no harm in approving its request.

As usual, Marco’s vehement protests that such a joint operation would disrupt the chain of command fall politely on deaf ears. The assault landing is now about to begin.

Marco shrugs his shoulders in resignation.

 “Hey, dudes,” greets the easygoing Tarma.

Eri looks away dismissively.

“Hi, guys!” Fio cries, a big smile on her face.

The first chords of an epic aria drift through the air, the notes still too faint for the four to notice. But by the time it reaches its climax, the music will transform into a crescendo so violent, the four will wish they had noticed those first few strands.