Inside the heavily armored sanctum of the GDI High Council, the air was thick with the hum of holo-displays and the scent of expensive synth-coffee. On the primary screen, a recording of Edward's New Variant Titan performed a perfect tactical maneuver, its blue laser cannon shearing through a reinforced target with terrifying precision.
A ripple of uncomfortable silence moved through the room. They all remembered the "Laser Riots." When GDI soldiers discovered the Council had been sitting on blue-laser technology—effectively a more stable, GDI-branded version of the Brotherhood's red lasers—the backlash had been fierce. Front-line troops were furious that they were using expensive railguns while a cheaper alternative existed. The Council had been forced to lie, claiming the technology was "incomplete".
Now, Edward Harvey had made that lie impossible to sustain.
The Council looked at the screen. They had a madman delivering priceless assets that their current experimental wing refused to touch.
In the corner, a quiet Councilman named Kovacs leaned forward.
The Council turned to him.
The room hummed with interest. It was a bold move: creating an entirely new branch of GDI to house the "Mad Scientist" and his creations.
******
Edward stared at the official GDI commission on his desk, his Wild-Static hair seemingly more erratic than usual. He had been appointed the Supreme Commander of a brand-new experimental division: the X-Enforcers.
The Council's directive was clear: complete freedom. Edward could tinker with neural-links, refine his blue-laser capacitors, and—most shocking of all—conduct direct Tiberium experiments. While GDI's official stance remained Tiberium Abatement, the Council couldn't ignore that Edward, a former Nod acolyte who had decoded the Tacitus better than anyone, might actually find a way to domesticate the crystal.
A mischievous grin spreading across his face. He knew exactly what this was: the Council was shoving him into a separate room so they didn't have to explain his "unauthorized" miracles to the public. But a separate room with a blank cheque was exactly what he wanted.
Edward walked to the window of his new headquarters and nearly dropped his glowing coffee mug. The line of GDI soldiers stretched across the entire base, winding past the motor pool and out toward the main gates.
There were thousands of them.
Edward felt a sudden, massive headache blooming behind his eyes. He had expected to spend his morning adjusting the resonance on a sonic emitter; instead, he was the most popular man in the GDI military. Both feared as a "madman" and respected as a "priceless employee," he had accidentally become a symbol for every soldier tired of the bureaucratic status quo.
High above in the Council chamber, the members watched the satellite feed of the massive crowd.
Edward, meanwhile, slumped into his chair.
******
Edward slumped into his swivel chair, his head hitting the desk with a dull thud. For thirty days, his life hadn't been about physics or the beautiful, shifting lattice of Tiberium—it had been about signatures, requisition forms, and psych-evaluations.
The only saving grace was the recruitment pool. While the Steel Talons had kept their high-ranking "knights," the X-Enforcers had drawn the absolute best of the Main Force and ZOCOM's lower ranks. These soldiers were currently out on the training grounds, mastering the neural-links with a speed that proved Edward's "New Variant" interface was as intuitive as breathing.
With the recruits busy training, Edward finally had a chance to rest—or rather, a chance to tinker without interruption. He was a madman, but he wasn't heartless. His past had taught him the price of seeing people as expendable, and he was determined to ensure the X-Enforcers were the best-equipped soldiers in GDI history.
He pulled up the schematics for the standard-issue rifle and got to work. Within hours, he had finalized the GD-2M. By attaching a specialized magnetic capacitor to the frame, he created a superior model that served as a high-velocity, general-purpose powerhouse for his riflemen squads. It had the punch of a railgun in the body of a carbine.
But he didn't stop at firepower. He looked at the heavy, clunky composite armor and the specialized Tiberium field suits and decided they were relics. In their place, he designed the GD Exoskeleton.
It was a radical upgrade created in the X-Enforcer armory—a sleek, motorized frame that boosted a soldier's strength and endurance while providing far superior protection against both ballistic threats and Tiberium radiation. It was lighter, tougher, and meant his soldiers wouldn't just survive the battlefield; they would dominate it.
He leaned back, watching the blue light of the armory's fabricators. He was exhausted, but as he saw the new gear taking shape, he knew the X-Enforcers were ready for more than just training.
