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Genji Shimada     The mighty, lumbering form of the Svyatogor has become a symbol of hope for the Russian people. Towering over the Siberian landscape and armed to the teeth, these huge robots bristle with enough weapons individually to give even the Omnic hordes of the Siberian Omnium pause. Between that and the bitter, hardened stubbornness of the army they fight, the forces of the Second Omnic Crisis appear to have been brought to a standstill, though not yet pushed back. The Russians were the only nation to hold their own solo against the Omnics in the previous Crisis - and they're more ready now, with fewer fronts to worry about.

    However, for the past week or two, the robotic forces have been relatively silent. They haven't disappeared entirely, but they have stopped going on the offensive and dug themselves in where they do have territory. Those on the front lines have doubtless been nervous about this development, especially the longer it's gone on. The Omnium can churn out troops almost endlessly, and it's been their strategy to keep pressure on the Russian forces constantly. For them to suddenly stop attacking and dig in has a lot of field commanders worried.

    And wouldn't you know it? They're right to be worried.

    At a southern portion of the Siberian front, not far from a major supply depot, the ground trembles. Rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Every step is a small quake. A shape looms through the light snowfall, huge and quadripedal. Even the Svyatogor arrayed along the defensive line can't match this thing for size. It's like a small mobile fortress rather than a mecha. Well-armed, well-armored, and even equipped with shield projectors; and escorting it are a number of much smaller (but still large) quadriped walkers, like defensive tanks. And moreover, as it walks, drop pods are ejected, one after another, each disgorging a pair of winter-camo Bastion units, laying down a spread of ground troops to join the walkers in covering it.

    Weapons on the defensive line open up immediately. Energy cannons, artillery, missiles of varying make - some are trying to wipe out the ground troops, and many more are trying to pierce that barrier and hit the Omnic colossus hard. Even the Svyatogor are going full tilt. But while some energy attacks seem able to slip through the barrier and deal direct damage, they're in the minority, and they're not doing enough. These people are gonna need some help.
Karian Icefang     Above the skies of Siberia flies the Strike Cruiser 'Fang of Morkai'. It picked up on the call from Genji and the fact that ground forces needed some assistance. Aboard it, Karian Icefang and his retinue of Space wolves make for the fastest way they could get to ground and set up, and that method was via drop pod. "We don't really know what we're walking into, but scans show robotic enemies in nature. Our bolter shells will fly true, and if they draw close, our chainswords and our fury will see us through. None of our allies die today, brothers. For Russ, and the allfather." Karian says over the vox.
    Moments after, the clamps release and the pods auto-pilot kicks in. Each one is directed towards the allied front, and echoes it's arrival into the atmosphere with a thunderous boom. If the defenders looked to the sky, they would see the pods falling almost like rain in a storm. As the pods impact onto the ground and open, they would see the massively armored giants that were Space Marines taking up positions to defend. "This is Wolf Lord Karian Icefang to all allied forces, The Sons of Russ are deployed. We will take the front lines...as is our duty to the Allfather."
Beelzebumon      A climatic battle between ancient foes is waged, rending the land asunder as the war is fought with tooth and nail, sword and gun. On one side, a legion of knights stand, brave and stalwart in the face of their enemies. On the other, demons from the deepest pit. The fighting is fierce and vicious as old rivalries are resumed amongst the hated enemies. Beams of destructive energy lance out across the landscape as the two forces charge, and at the head of the hellish horde, a beast cackles as he charges into the fray, singling out a familiar, dragon-helmed foe. The demon leaps, his claws raised high as he laughs with wild excitement and comes down upon his foe with an earth shaking impact, only to be thrown to the ground as a new foe appears... a titanic dragon who raises his mighty foot, bringing it down upon the demon with distain--

     Beelzebumon snaps open his eyes and finds himself staring up at the cold sky, half buried in tightly compressed snow with an empty bottle of vodka in his hand, and nearly four dozen more bottles laying creushed in the snow. He lets out a groan and mutters to himself, "God damn... musta partied too hard last night... feels like someone stepped on me... head's pounding like someone's playing a march inside my skull..." Beezlebumon sits up, and notices something odd immediately...

     Namely the fact that he is sitting in a massive footprint in the snow.

     "... The fuck?"

     It takes him a moment longer to realize that the pounding he thought was in his head is in fact coming from all around him... and looks around.

     To find that he is literally in the middle of a gigantic robotic horde, with guns blazing all around him.

     The Demon Lord rubs his bleery eyes and gives the scene another gander as if to try and figure out of this is real, or another dream. Then he looks down at the bottle of vodka, "... Damn, this shit has some serious kick to it. I'll have to remember to pick up another case once I'm no longer in the Robo-apocalypse."
X Tracing Genji's transmission doesn't prove too difficult for one reluctant warrior who just can't seem to ignore any call for help.

    Cerulean light spears down through the clouds, a brilliant pillar of crackling energy that's there and gone in the blink of an eye and leaves a swirling hole in the clouds above. It touches down on a lonely snow-covered hill watching over the conflict. The light fades, but X remains in its wake. The free-willed reploid steps forth across the snow, gaze sweeping back and forth across the battlefield. He couldn't be tenser or more focused right now, as his tactical analysis software works on mapping out the conflict and sort out friends and foes.

    Naturally though, MOST of his attention fixes on the MASSIVE WALKER-BOT! "Who even BUILDS Mechaniloids that size?!" And it's marching on a nation's defenses... WHY?
Tesla Armadia It would figure that the newest robot uprising would be in middle of one of those most famously ass-biting cold places on most any known Earth.

    Extreme cold and a certain mastermind do not get along on the best of terms. But investigating such occurances is part of GEAR's job in the Confederacy, so Tesla Armadia's dislike of the temperature extremes will have to take a back seat to duty after communications monitoring picked up the request for help.

It was hardly the tremors made by the steps of the monsterous robot encroaching towards the Russian line, but snow and icy rock crunched beneath the rumble of reinforced wheels. The front of the massive truck that looks more like it rolled out of a cyberpunk flick is more like a steamroller, which with the bladed prows in front of them handily forced through the obstruction caused by the Siberian environment. Large spotlights over the cab illuminated through the snowfall like the eyes of some mechanical beast. Two great plumes of ember laiden smoke belched from it's dual stacks, marking the Mad Maximizzer's presence in the distance long before the roar of the monster machine's engine reverbrates through the beginning battle.

Within the cab the technopath's countenance was illuminated by the glow of various holo-screens around her, while she was sipping another cup of her overly potent coffee to help keep warmth in her system. Goddamn all the technical marvel at her disposal, hunkered in her seat in her armor with the environ comfort controls maxed out, and she still can't entirely shake the Siberian cold out of the compartment! Partially due to her own biological discomfort with extreme cold, but that's besides the point. She'll curse the off-set to all the advantages mutant armadillo genetics give her later, after her work is done.

"We will be reaching the perimeter of the conflict in approximately 10 minutes, master." An AI comments from somewhere amongst the screens and terminals glowing around here.

Tesla paused in her reply as the first sight of the mechanical behemoth loomed into the view of the windshield before her. Gave a curious tilt of her head to one side, eyes glowing faintly behind her visor. "That... is an extraordinary large construct to be autonimous. All combat systems at ready." Another sip of her coffee, mug looking almost tiny in the graps of her mechanical gauntlets.

"They may not necessarily appreciate our 'help'."
Graf Zeppelin      Graf Zeppelin got word of the alert on this particular earth while on a visit to Njorun in fact. It was several warpgates before the lone aircraft carrier found her way to these snowy fields, full loadout equipped, with turrets, armor, and her flight deck present. Stepping through, pulling her hat down a bit further, capelet swaying in the wind, she squints her blue eyes and peers through the snowfall as she comes to a stop next to the blue robot, X.

     "...Such colossal war machines..." She shakes her head, adjusting her card pouches. "War never changes, does it?" She mumbles, gripping her hand cannon as she eyes the conflict severely.

     ...Now, what to do about this at all?
Guest Tracer     Well, that is a bloody big hulking robot. The dangerous kind of Omnic, that doesn't care who it hurts. Or worse, even. She's been around Russia a couple of times, but as they never required or asked for Overwatch's aid, she never really got close to this particular Omnium. After meeting up with a couple of Union quartermasters, she was able to requisition a couple pieces of gear to get herself into the fray.

A snowmobile. And a comfortable parka. It is, after all, pretty cold. And her usual outfit isn't exactly made for siberia. She'll make do, though. The snowmobile probably isn't gonna last, at this rate, as she starting to run into a few of the Bastion-model ground troops. Bracing the controls against her thighs as she stands up and leans forward, Tracer brandishes her pistols and fires a burst into a couple of them, as she passes.

Sparks, oil, and an explosion each. They're not /too/ dangerous, if you get the drop on them, outside of their turret mode. If you don't? Well.. best have a medic nearby.
Bastion     Bastion is not using winter camo. It still has evidence of the overgrowth of nature upon it from its many years of inactivity, though most of that has been dislodged through unfortunate scraps with people who responded to an Omnic with hostility or otherwise triggered conflicts. While repairs have been made to the damaged portions, grass, flowers, and a bird nest on one shoulder that has been carefully defended lay atop dirt and rust-browned metal, its original paint coating worn or blasted away.

    So, what brings Bastion all the way out here? Its bird friend, Ganymede, needs food. With military conflict ongoing and the coldness of the region that had initially been gone to in order to avoid people has left the little momma' bird with slim pickings. Thus, despite the risk, Bastion is trying to find a place that might have better options. Bird seed, or bugs, or something. A supply depot has got to have bird seed, right?

    What it has found instead is more conflict. Including what appears to be a walking fortress surrounded by other Omnics, ones that look surprisingly similar to Bastion... At least according to its database. It recognizes they are the same as it in design, that they are products of human technology, but piecing that together with its mostly-erased memory is another matter. Ganymede seems quite distressed by the thunderous noise of weapons fire, the tremors in the ground rattling its nest, etc. Bastion is no more pleased. Not with the conflict between giant mecha, not with the loss of life, none of it. So it turns, in preparation to depart the battle lines it came dangerous close to, only for pods to start raining down from the sky.

    Bastion lets out alarmed noises, its machinegun arm coming up as it runs between the pods, avoiding marines as they emerge. As Beelzebumon sits up, he may, just barely over all the other noise around him, pick up the sound of electronic warbling and a *tromp. tromp. Tromp. Tromp. TROMP. TROMP* growing closer and closer, until, with a high-pitched, "WHEE-OOOOOOOO!" Bastion goes vaulting over the Digimon's head with one accelerated stride, a bird flapping and twittering in distress on one shoulder, before the Omnic lands on the other side and continues on its way.

    Likewise, shortly after X teleports in, looking grimly upon the battlefield, and Graf steps up alongside him, something large and mechanical runs by behind him warbling rapidly, and then is off running towards a seeming opening between the two forces, like a pair of tidal waves crashing together. It's a bit like a police car with siren going passing really fast, except a bit less noisy and a bit more panicked.
Kushiko One fact is present among others: the cold sucks. Mercifully it is not as cold as it could be, but hey, it's still Siberia.

Now, some cursory knowledge not withstanding it's come down to the simple fact that an incident out here in Russia could see further knowledge gained, and for her Tenno a modest sum of credits and other resources; such is the way of the Lotus.

Truthfully, Kushiko /was/ pretty/ interested in the things the various worlds of the 'verse had to offer. It was under this impetus and more that the spade shape of the Liset might yet be seen over the rooftop of a nearby building--once the Russian forces had been given proper reasons by the Lotus /not/ to immediately shoot on sight--and depositing a slim, feminine figure atop one of the supply depot's buildings.

Mag Prime--a familiar sight for probably a few of those here, vaulted over and down to the fortification's wall, landing nimbly. An odd-looking warhammer affixed to her back looked more industrial than not along with what had to be some measure of sniper rifle, but much more high tech next to it's companion weapon but it, like the weapon wer both colored with orchid purples and blacks in varying measure.

Totally not some space ninja, nope.

But those weapons aren't actually what the feminine figure uses: gesturing with a hand, lilac light channeling through parts of the ornate armor, Void energy surges through the air in order to magnetize the groups of Bastion-class Omnics at first. Partly to test. Partly to go on the offensive.

But really, the other part is that even if it doesn't /entirely/ work the electromagnetic energy ought to give the Russian forces a relief given that anyone trying to fire out of it that isn't on the Russian's side (that Kushiko is aware of, hi Tracer!) will find their kinetic and energy weapons drawn back into the field to be used to make such spherical fields of lilac energy death traps for any Omnic that strays too close--though the larger ones may probably pass through with ease, if not unscathed.
Genji Shimada     The ground forces don't miss the Fang of Morkai way up there thanks to some very efficient radar-equivalents, but by the same token, it's weird and different enough from an Omnic craft they don't immediately flag it as hostile. The drop pods cause some concern - but when the first one doesn't explode on landing, and instead disgorges 8-foot men falling into defensive lines, cheers go up from the troops. The hordes of Omnic units and tanks, however, send bullets and energy projectiles rather than cheers. A number of Snow Camo Bastions are charging them in particular.

    The massive colossus has gone trundling on by, but that doesn't mean the other forces miss Beelzebumon rising up behind them. Indeed, a couple Snow Camo Bastions wheel around at the waist and begin unloading light machine gun fire on the Digimon!

    X, meanwhile, is far enough to one side and away that the human forces mistake him for a human - and one of the responding forces - while the Omnic forces note his robotic nature in passing and give him the indifferent shoulder as well. For the moment, Blue Bomber Mk. 2 has no attackers to deal with.

    And by now, the word is going out that some /very weird people/ are showing up to help for some reason, so the defending forces are going to hold their fire on anything that doesn't immediately look Omnic. Which bodes well for Tesla in her vehicle, because otherwise they might mark her as a Junker and possible threat otherwise. They've sure got her on scanners, after all.

    Graf Zeppelin earns suspicion even despite that, but only briefly. When they see a human in there with all that armament, they stop worrying about a strange new Omnic unit and go back to the task at hand. She too has a moment of peace.

    You know who they're GLAD to see, though? Tracer. Because that means Overwatch is on the scene, and they've /all/ heard the rumors. For Overwatch to be here is more than just welcome backup; it's like a symbol of hope. The weaponfire from the defensive line gets more intense as people get fired up, which is good because it spares Tracer getting targeted by a tank. The tank explodes neatly, but another pair of Snow Camo Bastions comes trundling through, their built-in guns blazing.

    In the meantime, among all the snow-painted Bastion units, there is one coated with the detritus of time and nature, barreling through the attackers and defenders alike. Its fellow Omnic units attempt to connect a wireless battle network with it, and when that inevitably doesn't take, a couple turn away from the lines to chase after, pinging with relentless 'Distress?' queries. This will unfortunately lead them in the general direction of X and Graf.

    Kushiko, meanwhile, might actually get a couple of panicked yells and hostile shouts on her arrival - at first glance she almost looks Omnic in the Mag Prime suit. But when they realize what she is, they seem to give her a pass (for now). Especially when she unleashes globes of magnetic force on the enemy forces, and a good dozen or so of the nearest Bastions shudder and fall still, caught in bubbles that play hell on their systems and others who pass through.
Karian Icefang     Karian smiles softly as he hears the cheers from the ground forces. It seemed even in this new world, they recognized the signs of hope and safety. However as the round from the Bastion units fly towards them, Karian grabs the nearest soldier and forces him down. The wolf lord didn't know what kind of ammunition they were using, or if it was strong enough to punch through his cerimite plating and the thickness of his power armor. But he wasn't going to take any chances. " Brothers, I want heavy bolter fire on their line now. Until we know their full weapon capabilities, no one charges their line. But if they get close...give them a taste of what we can do in melee." Sure enough, the Grey Hunters deployed let loose their heavy bolter fire with all the thunderous fanfare the giant rounds and guns are due.
Beelzebumon      ROBOTS WANT TO TAKE MAH BOOZE!

     Incensed by the idea that the evil dirty Omnic want to take his liquor (even if he drank all of it. Filthy robos will probably knock over a beer store before he can), Beelzebumon springs into action as he rolls back and vaults to his feet, even as bullets rattle into the snow where he was resting moments ago, "Alright ya tinplated fuseboxes, nobody! BUT NOBODY! Touches my booze without my permission!"

     With a sudden surge of motion, the Demon Lord leaps and grabs one of the snow-colored Bastions by the shoulders, then uses the momentum of his flight to flip over it's back before hauling it off its feet and hurling it through the air, then he rushes the second, only to juke at the last second to slip around behind the robot and grab it by the waist, before hoisting it off the ground and throwing himself backwards is a good old fashion German Suplex.
X "War and violence seems to be the ONLY thing constant across the Multiverse!" X replies to Graf, his tone bitter and angry. What's he supposed to do about this? What's ANYONE supposed to do about this constant stream of bloodshed and tragedies, from one world to the next? Is NOWHERE peaceful and safe?

    Is the utopian future he was meant for nowhere to be found?

    But no, here he's faced with the EXACT thing his creator struggled so hard to AVOID with his design. These Omnium do not value life whatsoever and this bloodshed and chaos is the result!

    Just thinking about it's enough to get X's teeth grinding! "Someone has to--"

    Just as X is about to finish his determined exclamation of intent, Bastion goes troudging past. The completely different exterior and personable warble give him pause. He turns to watch the thing go by. Sure it looks of a similar make and material to the other Omnium bots... but it's definitely not with the attacking forces. He decides to leave it be until given a reason otherwise!

    "... as I was saying, someone's got to stop that war machine!" Now with his 'groove' back, X leaps off the hill and goes sliding down the icy slopes once he touches down again. The moment he hits flat ground he charges for the war zone. The robot's left forearm glows and reshapes, the hand traveling inwards and leaving a gun barrel in its place.

    The Omnium troops will QUICKLY have a reason to re-evaluate their stance on X, as Blue Bomber Mk.2 opens fire with a flurry of well-aimed shots, on a warpath for the walker!
Tesla Armadia Tesla tilts her head a little forward as she listens to the back and forth on the comms, screen lights reflecting a sheen across her visor. Heavily armed, well armored, possible necessity of creative applications to bypass defensive measures...

    "Calculating potential opposition threshold." One display changes to display a mockup icon representing the giant Omnic... Only for it to be literally swarmed over by countless smaller red dots practically overtaking the screen. "Error," the AI drones, yet seems to manage to sound irrate. "Threat detection scales do not reach an upper limit compatible with this outcome."

    "Think of it as Lunessa would," Tesla replies as she puts aside the mug and leans back in her seat a bit. All she has to do is raise her hands into position, not touch a single control, and every system in the cab focuses on her through the technopath's powers.

    A smirk tugs one side of her face, enough to show a sharp fang-liked tooth. "Target rich environment."

    As her monstrous machine rolls onto the edge of the fight Tesla gestures with one hand, and the left mechanical arm of the Mad Maxizer responds in kind, reaching for one of the nearest Omnics with its bladed claws and rip it from it's position. Fingers clench, and machinery mimics to try and crush the robot.

    A gesture with the other arm, and as if acting as one machine responds to master, dual buzzsaws screaming with an almost bloodthirsty sound of their own as Tesla takes a wide sweep with the blades at the ranks.

Or things can choose not to move out of the way and potentially get run over by the siege machine itself. She isn't going to be picky, anything between Tesla and behemoth robot is just another obstacle to be broken through.
Guest Tracer     Tracer is starting to work into the meat of the Omnic's line. That means the infantry units are starting to give to a mix of that, and some of those bigger tanks. Nevermind that being in this deep means you're getting shot at from just about every direction. The snowmobile is actually something of a liability, now. She does a jump off a snowdrift, above one of the tanks. And she drops a little present down on top of it. The pulse bomb emits a warbling sound as the charge gathers power, and the detonation blows the tank's turret to bits. The whole machine staggers a bit, before slumping to the ground.

She sticks a second one onto the snowmobile and sends it underneath another of the medium sized walkers. That one goes off too, removing one of the 'feet' off of it, and causing it to stumble and lose balance. In the heavy snow, that means it collapses, and is effectively out of the fight. Meanwhile, Tracer rolls as she hits the ground, pistols at the ready, and she's on her feet with both of them blazing, zipping back towards the front of the lines, picking off as many of the Bastion units as she can.
Graf Zeppelin      "......."

     It would seem that Graf Zeppelin was overlooked as a non threat.

     She wasn't so prideful as to find insult with this. No, instead, she calmly opened a card pouch, and withdrew a deck of metal cards. With a hand drawn, she slotted five cards into the back of her flight deck.

     Then it began. Her flight deck lit up, and she took directed an arm forward. "Provide support." Five bursts of light follow, sailing through the air, before forming into a mini planes, veering through the snowy sky at high speed, they circled around the enemy units above, awaiting command.

     Graf Zeppelin gave that command soon enough. "Fire upon the escorts. Whittle through their ranks." And then those planes immediately opened fire, letting loose bursts of artillery down at the escort walkers around the gigantic thing. The aircraft carrier wasn't here to be some glorious hero. Standing back and providing support was just what she would do. Evenly observing the battlefield from atop a snow dune, she directed her aerial fighters carefully...
Kushiko Mag Prime is definitely not a robot. She is however, /sleek/.

...

Moving right along, the tabi-footed Warframe glances behind her towards some of the Russian forces and projects her voice; there's honestly no way around it and it probably will soothe some of these people because when she projects that voice? So too comes the Void projection of who it is behind it: the scarred, prosthetic-marked face of Kushiko--eerie eyes and all.

"The fields won't last too long, but when they're up they'll take whatever you guys fire at them and magnify what's being done. We are going to try and strip their shields and armor as well." It's a long shot, but Mag Prime is pretty well custom tailored towards this so long as she isn't horribly focus-fired. Which given Karian and the others who can probably take advantage of what she's doing? Might be less trouble than she thinks.

Nonetheless, it's a quizzical expression that is unseen once she stops projecting her voice: the reason being the odd Bastion unit fleeing--and others giving chase. It is not something she can immediately deal with so in the interim she can only focus on the advancing mecha. To wit, she leaps, again, sending herself spiralling a good thirty-plus feet forward and into the air and once she's reached the apex of that leap, she seems to glide a little forward. Twisting so as to avoid friendly fire and not, though she doesn't linger long.

Because not long after that glide, she curls and twists, then stretches out a hand, energy coruscating a ribbon along with the motion as she unleashes an expanding, radial wave of that same energy as before. Polarizing magnetic energy designed for twofold reason: reverse the energy polarity and thus sap away what shielding she can from the advancing Omnics, while others /not/ so shielded? Overwhelming magnetic energy to destabilize armored plating and weaken it internally--and creating many, many shards from that hopefully fractured armor that could be used to deadly effect soon.

Granted, she's going to need to book it out of there soon--other Elites won't be /affected/ so much as they might feel and see the wave go over them, though she supplements this with further gestures with her hands: targeting clusters of smaller Bastion Snow Camos closer to her that she could effectively use what she does as a shield before falling back as soon as she can.

Don't want to make herself /that/ big of a target, no--though with what she's doing there may not be anything she can /but/ be such a thing to the Omnics.
Bastion     'Distress? Distress?'

    Yes, Bastion is distressed! Though the fact the others are trying to communicate with it gives it some cause to twist at the waist and look behind it. Now running backwards, it sees it is being chased, and some blue guy in armor shooting at them. It looks like aircraft are taking fight, shots are being fired, and then an electro-magnetic wave passes over it. All of this has already set off its combat programming hardcore, but for the sake of Ganymede, and its own survival, this particular Bastion is viewing the situation as one where retreat may be a better method of defense than firing back at anyone.

    But then that gap in the lines closes up, and retreat stops being an option.

    *TROMP Tromp tromp tromp...* HALT. Bastion has to come to a stop quickly, its design allowing it to do so despite its full-out run up until now without so much as a skid on any ice the ground may have. Tread feet are good for stability. Bastion turns to scan in a different direction with its head-camera-eye. As shots whiz past, probably not aimed at Bastion, and the threat to both the Omnic and Ganymede can no longer be avoided... The very turret mode Tracer knows to be such a problem to deal with pops up in the middle of the battlefield. Without a clear idea of who is friendly and who is not, Sentry-mode is engaged, Bastion reconfigures into a stationary position with a very large gun. It hasn't begun firing yet, but it's adjusting its aim between multiple targets, trying to calculate what the best thing to mow down is to protect itself.

    Probably whoever or whatever is the first to make a hostile move on it will be that thing. Even if it's not intentional.

    Stray shots from Bastion units fly right over Bastion's head. Right over its shoulder. Almost hitting the nest with eggs in it.

    Something clicks in Bastion's head. A brief flicker between the cyan light of its camera-eye, more towards the red that the other Omnics are displaying.

    The high-speed *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* of rounds firing at anything that threats Ganymede or Bastion begins. And right now, that seems to be its fellow Omnics.
Genji Shimada     The ammunition fired by the basic Snow Camo Bastions is intended to pierce armor, but not heavy armor. Not of the sort that Karian wears. It won't get through the armor of a Space Marine right away, but that's not to say they're completely safe either. Especially if a unit focuses fire on one of them - sooner or later they'll get through. Several Bastion units are blasted apart by a hail of bolter rounds, but one manages to bunker itself down, reconfiguring into turret mode... and pointing its fire right at Karian himself!

    Meanwhile, the Digidemon has turned a Bastion into a thrown weapon, and shown another the famous technique handed down by the Haggar family for generations. Two robotic units have been easily crushed, and that is both good and bad. Good in that a pair of Bastion units have been removed from the fight. Bad in that one of the four-legged tanks is now 'looking' squarely at him, pointing its main gun. THOOM!

    Off to one side, X finally decides to go start heroing, and his surprise attack proves very effective. A few Bastion units go down in a flash - including one of the ones chasing Bastion - and others are slow enough to respond that he nails one or two more before the rest can turn on him and start firing. He's making good headway towards the colossal Omnic, which seems to be ignoring him!

    And now Tesla has arrived, and given the Omnium's forces a thoroughly gripping display of prowess. One Snow Camo Bastion is crushed. She manages to rampage her way right into the robotic line, taking out a good number of them, but unfortunately drawing the attention of a pair of walker tanks in return!

    Meanwhile, the cavalry's here. And trying to track the cavalry as it darts and blinks among the Omnic troops is positively infuriating. They can't seem to keep a bead on Tracer, and her pulse bomb stunts are doing a good job of disabling more tanks. That doesn't mean they're not gonna /try/, of course, and there's even a turret or two attempting to lock on.

    Wait, hang on, did that girl just deploy miniature planes? Graf, if you ever wanted to see a Bastion unit make some very confused noises, you just succeeded. A couple of them turn to look at her just as she's summoning her planes, and the perplexed "Bweeoop?" is quickly replaced by alarmed noises. The word goes quickly through the forces that someone's deploying combat drones, and a few Bastions suddenly bunker down and switch to turret mode, attempting to shoot them down. But this is a strange and surprising enough development that the planes are getting some good kills in on the walkers! Each one down is a large relief to the entrenched Russian forces.
Genji Shimada     And speaking of relief to the Russian forces, Mag Prime's bubbles are doing a very good job of stymieing (stymiying?) the advance. Only a few of the Bastions are able to get through them still functioning. Seeing Kushiko earns some muttered shock and surprise at her appearance, but they're not questioning the support. Especially when she leaps out into the lines and unleashes a polarizing wave of energy, hobbling a large spread of them. Others, however, spot her and shift to turret mode as well, trying to shoot her out of the air and doubtless giving Kushiko some worrying flashbacks to the Grineer. They've also learned not to fire into the bubbles by now.

    Meanwhile one of Bastion's ROBOT BUDDIES has turned around to open fire on X, who just blasted its companion into scrap while they were JUST TRYING TO SEE WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS DUDE OVER HERE GAWD. So its attention is off the rogue, detritus-covered unit and on the bluebot. Which means that when Bastion itself decides to hunker down into turret mode and begin spraying fire, it's caught completely off its guard and releases only a "BWEEE!" of alarm before going dormant. This is unexpected enough that Bastion will have a moment or two before its bretheren start attacking it!
Genji Shimada     Overall, the large Elite push against the Omnic ground forces is doing a lot to free up the Russian defenders. All the colossal Svyatogor units have turned their firepower on the massive mobile fortress, whose glowing shield is starting to show wear from the barrage - not to mention the armor underneath, with more blasts passing through entirely. Even the defensive emplacements can focus more on the big robot now.
Beelzebumon      "Oh son of a--"

     That is all that Beelzebumon manages to get out before one of the tanks turns its cannon towards him and nails him dead center with a cannon round, sending the Demon Lord flyyyyyyying while screaming out, "-- BIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!" before landing with a large plume of snow.

     As Beelzebumon lays there in a snowy crater, he mutters to himself, "Ugh... I am entirely too sober for this... and where the hell is Behemoth? I could really use some help right about now..." With a loud groan, he forces himself to his feet and dusts himself off, then draws both of his prize Berenjena Shotguns from their holsters, before snapping off a quick pair of shots at the legged tank's knee joint.
Guest Tracer     Tracer, upon hearing about the rogue Bastion unit, starts heading in that direction. She does her best to make things super difficult along the way, all while blinking her way through the gunfire. She's never worn much armor at all, relying on her swiftness and the abilities she has, to avoid getting hit entirely. Grazes, though, tend to happen. And likely her bodysuit has some runners and knicks in it, and Tracer some scrapes of her own. "Ack! Bloody..!!" She curses under her breath, still firing and reloading as she moves around, the snow slowing her down a little bit.

Eventually, she hears that loud telltale noise, of the immobile Bastion pumping out fire. There's a lot of them around, honestly, but the arctic-camo ones generally aren't slowing down enough to be in that mode. She pokes her head into the clearing, from behind a pine tree, and waves at the overgrown Bastion unit

"Er, hiya! Are you a nice Omnic?" She sends a spray from her pistols at one of the other hostile ones approaching, before turning back to talk, "That's a nice bird, there! He your friend?"
X X has a brief flicker of second thoughts about this assault of his! Largely because... the Bastion units he jumped seem too expressive, too indecisive, compared to any Mechaniloid decision-making progress he's ever seen.

    They beep and boop. They act SURPRISED. He's not sure how much of this is adaptive programming simply encountering a situation it has difficult yparsing... or if these are mute but self-aware soldiers.

    And that uncertainty gnaws deep at his focus! Enough that a few of the shots pelt him pretty good and open nasty, sparking gouges along his body. Light damage, but not an experience he wants to repeat.

    X responds to the nearest Bastion unit with a roaring wave of plasma from his buster, charged to the limit while he shielded himself!

    "Nothing's EVER simple these days!" He complains, but the complaint serves as bit of extra motivation. He presses on, firing streams of shots from his Buster and the occasional greater Charge Shot when he has the opportunity to build up a charge!
Bastion     Bastion is not presently feeling guilt over destroying the other Bastion unit. Far from it. Safety is the highest priority. It's fortunate that Tracer happens to pop up while Bastion is reloading after expending its entire ammo belt, but it's even more fortunate that she announces her presence first, giving the rogue Omnic an opportunity to evaluate her rather than simply react. Ganymede flapping and tweeting and making quite a fuss in immense agitation in her nest has Bastion still on alert, as does all the combat in the area, but Tracer is trying to talk, not shoot.

    So it lets out some wary beeps and boops as it finishes reloading, its gun pointed not-quite-at the human. Only to swivel very much not at her as more targets are identified in the area. Noises of alarm, sounding more like a warning for Tracer than for itself, go out. Bastion would probably prefer not to keep shooting, but self-defense mode is still turned on. And that means as more Bastion units continue to approach, more rounds start tearing towards them.

    Clearly this Omnic must be malfunctioning, right? Better bring robot buddy back for reprogramming, right? Right?


    Gotta' get through the bullets first, pals.
Tesla Armadia     "Archiva," Tesla remarks to the AI even as she's wrecking merry havok through the enemy line with the Mad Maxizer's mechanical bulk. "Start patching into this world's internet equivilent and initiate standard datamining operations. Find if there is any media or historical information on these outbreaks of robotic violence."

    "Yes, master. Though I will be unable to provide farther tactical support during the processes."

    "Acceptable." Tesla glances sidelong at one of her many displays as it shows the Svyatogors moving to focus their firepower on the titanic Omnic instead. Another zooms in on the unit that has turned, transformed, and opened fire on what looked to be its own robotic kind. "Despite the stall these forces are -way- too well prepared for this to be a random revolt of rogue AI is a crapshoot, and I want to know why."

    That task assigned, Tesla turns her attention back to the matter at hand. Just in time to see two of the walker tanks turn the attention on the Mad Maxizer and open fire. The assault slams into the mechanical monstrousity, shredding off chunks of armor. That fall to the snowy ground in flaming shrapnel.... to reveal more layers of armor. Ablative plating does a wonderful job at displacing damage from more crutial machinery. Shame it's by design and necessity basically a one-time use thing. It's time to step up the game.

    Which may be a bit surprising at first that the rolling industrial nightmare actually chugs to a stop, though it's engines can still be heard running. The top of the cab canopy hisses open, a bit of mist puffing up as the warmer internal air meets the cold Siberian wilderness. But it does give a nice effect to Tesla rising out of the machine on a platform, hands clasped behind her back. The temperature difference is already causing a bit of frost to gleam upon her power armor, but she's got the internal comfort controls cranked to the max. She hates this environment, but Tesla retains her composure all the same. "I doubt you have the self-awarness to register any of this, but allow me to introduce myself." She unfolds her arms to raise one and bring a hand to her armor-clad chest. "Tesla Armadia, Confederate Major and head overseer of Science, Research and Developement." Truth be told, it's as much for the other people present as well. "If you ever posessed the capacity for imagination, you would be able to envision the fact that I am not a particularly -nice- person. In fact, as a technopath, I rather like machines. But even at that, wanton destruction and extermination of organic life is not particularly high on my list of preferences."

    Leave it to the evil mastermind to get out in middle of a raging battle just so she can chew the scenery with some monolouging.

    "Now, shall we get to the real reason that I am here?" Eyes flash behind her visor, and response the sides of her warmachine open up, ominous clicking and clacking heard as dozens of segmented, tendril-like devices extend out of the apetures, ending in everything from pincher claws and interface probes to drills and laser saws and instruments one can only imagine what horrific engineering purpose they serve.

    Impassively Tesla steeples her fingers together, that glow causing ominous reflections across her futuristic visor-glasses. "Seeing what makes you tick."

    Like a swarm the tendrils surge from the sides of the machine towards the two tanks, aiming first for weapons, then for armor and joints. To disable. Dismantle. Deconstruct. Call it what you will. It is a nightmarish display of mechanical brutality fused with the technopath's precision to just outright -end- the two tank's threat.
Kushiko Well, that was fun while that lasted; though when those fields fade, it's with an explosion of deadly shards that ought to leave a lasting, painful impression.

Speaking of painful impressions, turrets suck! Like, a lot! It's reduced Mag Prime to twisting out of the air, rolling around quickly and in lieu of having something that immediately resembles cover, that long-handled hammer of hers is snapped into her hands and she begins to /spin it/ to deflect as many shots as she can. As much parrying as she can do it does not actually completely null out the forceful impact--and the sheer volume that lies within--as she lands afterwards, continuing to whirl and twirl her weapon in an almost hypnotic fashion.

Such pressure necessitates a change in plan. Well, several, but who's counting? The monocular optic seems to be focused on this turreting group--and part of her realizes that while it does remind her of Grineer turret emplacements, it lacks one key ingredient: heavy reinforcement to keep them in place. First things first: another wave of polarizing energy, and though Karian and his wolves may not have intrinsic shielding, she /is/ able to spot them enough excess shielding energy from before from that wave of energy sent outward to weaken the bigger units to support them with Void-fueled shields.

Rolling and then spinning Jat Kittag around her into one hand with one fluid moment, manifesting electromagnetic energy around the offending Bastions in Sentry mode--and PULLING them towards her. Presuming it works? She'll try and nab one of them in that Magnetize bubble of hers--as many of the others she's made begin to crackle and fade--explosively. No, the real purpose of what she's hoping to do?

... ignite the engine of that hammer and reveal it's true purpose: a jet-powered engine of destruction that causes explosions to erupt once the first of the snow-camo'd Bastion's fall, swinging that jet hammer with a force of fury that espouses a certain, hammery kinship with an old-as-balls German knight.

... Maybe. Regardless: HAMMER TIME!
Graf Zeppelin      Hm.

     So they weren't expecting 'combat drones', were they? Graf Zeppelin smirked just slightly. Her planes veered through the skies, evading shots every which way. Two were shot down in confusion, but the other three planes continue on, firing every last bullet they have in capacity in return.

     And while they were busy shooting at her planes and not her... Well, Graf Zeppelin aimed her hand cannon slightly in the air, while also directing the other turrets on her loadout.

     "........."

     "......"

     "..."

     BLAM!

     She pulled the trigger, And every turret on her metallic loadout fired off their loaded rounds, arcing right into the confusion at the walkers and camo-Bastions that her planes were busy keeping distracted.

     She still hasn't moved from her vantage point.
Karian Icefang     Karian growls as he suddenly finds himself under fire from a Turretted Bastion. "Damn...No choice, it seems.." He says to himself. But with his steely determination, and a prayer to the Emperor, ready him for his next move. Then with the aid of Kushiko's shielding, he grins widely. "Brothers! Can machines feel fear?! I don't know, but if they can, they will surely fear the wolf's howl, as it is their destruction! FOR RUSS AND THE ALLFATHER!!" HE bellows out. He then leaps out from his cover, as does his wolfguard. Howling like maddened beasts, they charge right for the Bastions. With a quick motion, Karian draws the massive, gleaming claymore from his back and fires rounds for the turreted unit. Should he get close enough before his shielding drops, he would bring that adamantium blade across to sever the gun from machine.
Genji Shimada     That humanoid... thing, just took a cannon shot center of mass and got back up. The four-legged tankbot is not sure in the /least/ what to make of this! Especially when its leg is shotgunned out from under it, causing it to list to one side and lose a good deal of stability. It utters an alarmed whoop, which causes several of the remaining Bastions to turn around at once and focus on Beelzebumon; and the tank itself swings that cannon up to unload another energy blast at the Digimon as well. Get away you scary... whatever!

    And then there's Tracer, zipping through the Omnic ranks faster than they can keep up. They do try, oh god do they try, but what's going on through their lines is extremely difficult to keep a bead on for more than a second or two at a time. And the distraction she provides also does a good job of keeping them from turning to swarm their own TRAITOR. She's bought it and herself a moment of time, there on the outskirts of the battle.

    For what it's worth, X, while they seem to display some sentient traits, the way they move is far too in sync on the whole; they are individual units, but all of them are linked and all operating under the same directive. A directive that marks YOU as a hostile to be eliminated! At least they're equal-opportunity. You know what else is equal-opportunity? Bullets. They're unloading a lot of them, but constant effort is getting X closer and closer to the colossus.

    With Bastion still in turret mode, its Snow Camo bretheren are having a hard time approaching. Even those that try to bunker down into turret mode themselves are easy prey for the unit that's already set up to fire. So it and Tracer both continue to have some elbow room there on the edge of the fight... except that maybe, just maybe that approaching tank turning its energy cannon their way might be a problem. It's getting ready to shoot.

    But the Bastions that Kushiko is fighting? They haven't met Genji (yet), so they have no context for how dangerous a melee enemy parrying their bullets can be. They only know they need to keep shooting. Some of them are taken out when the Mag bubbles finally explode, but a couple more are still firing. That changes quite handily when they suddenly find themselves all yanked hard into range of a certain hammer. Combining Roadhog and Reinhardt into one opponent is absolutely cruel, and Kushiko gets a chance to visit much cruelty on them indeed. One or two tries to take a hasty shot at her from close range, but loses its gun in the process. There's a damaged tank that's managed to make it to the front lines, though, and the space ninja is its next target.
Genji Shimada     The approaching tanks are puzzled when the vehicle stops, and when a humanoid in armor rises up to stare them down. It's weird enough to give them reason to stop, while their heuristics attempt to decide what to do with this situation. They've almost tuned her out... except that oh god what are those doing, where are those doing- VWEE! VWEE! VWEE! Danger alarms! Danger alarms! Tesla has officially taken those two out of the fight. In such a way that she has the attention of several of the remaining Bastion units. They're jogging her way.

    Graf Zeppelin's planes have been doing their job quite well, darting and swooping and taking out the big guns in the horde with efficiency. The Snow Camo Bastions have recognized them as a threat, but there's only so much they can do even in turret mode. Still, more of them are joining the defense... which makes them sitting ducks for the shipgirl's cannonfire. Hosing the area with shells proves brutally effective, enough so that most of the ones that could turn to fire on her instead are downed. One, however, survives. And switches out of turret mode, so that it can charge the kanmusu where she stands outside the fray.

    Back at the front lines, the Sons of Russ have had some pressure taken off them by Kushiko's direct intervention, allowing Karian to marshal for a charge into the Omnic lines. The turret-mode camo-Bastion is opening fire right up until the moment Karian cleaves it apart, and while its assault probably did a fair bit of damage, that's not enough to save it from being carved like a robotic turkey. Other Bastion units don't fare much better against the attack from the Space Wolves.
Genji Shimada     On the whole, the Omnium's ground forces have been deeply trashed. The dug-in Siberian forces have almost entirely turned on the colossal Omnic fortress, including every towering Svyatogor mecha. Under concentrated fire, that shimmering barrier it projects quivers, buckles, and then finally breaks, allowing all the energy and projectiles to start pounding away at its hull directly.
Beelzebumon      "Ha! You ain't so tough! Just goes to show you that it's not how big your gun is, but rather how you--"

     Cue multiple Bastions turning in unison to take aim at Beelzebumon.

     "... use... it. Well played, well played."

     As soon as the Bastions and the tank open up on the Demon Lord, Beelzebumon leaps into the air and holsters his guns, then dives towards the ground like a swimmer diving off the diveboard towards the icy ground, before beginning to spin around like a drill.

     Which is rather appropriate, since as soon as he lands, that's pretty much what he becomes.

     The snow and the ice bulge as the Demon Lord tunnels his way under the tundra, much like how you'd see in an old Looney Toons cartoon as he makes a beeline towards one... and then /leaps/ out of the ground to tear into it before drilling back under the hard packed snow.

     Several times he repeats this pattern, launching out of the ice like some demented shark to pounce upon his prey as he makes his way ever closer to the tank, only to pop up directly beneath it to give it a nice, friendly eviseration.
Karian Icefang     Karian smirks as he see's the Bastion unit get carved by his sword. But such victories would need to be celebrated later. He and his brothers were still under fire, and some rounds were actually getting through, much to the later agonized cries of the Iron Priests. However, that didn't stop the Space Wolves. They pressed on into the line, chainswords roaring and howls echoing amidst the roar of bolt fire. Karian himself made it a mission to cut down every last unit in his vicinity, before moving to assist anyone else in range.
Graf Zeppelin      There is always the common conclusion drawn that fleet daughters were incapable of close combat. That was the folly of ignorant enemy units. Having done plenty of damage, yet one lone camo-Bastion charging for her, Graf Zeppelin watches impassively for a moment.

     And then she hooks her arm into the back of her flight deck, using it as a shield. With her hand cannon in her off hand, she charged forward. Down the snow dune, and right towards the lone robotic opponent. And while she charges, flight deck/shield first, she aims her hand cannon over it, peeling off a couple rounds at the robot.

     It was time to take this battle into close quarters. And while she engaged the robot, her remaining planes began to retreat, having run out of ammo...
Guest Tracer     Tracer does manage to wave to Bastion again, in the midst of all the gunfire. She's covering his six, as it were, or rather. Wherever his turret isn't pointed. When he does get hit up from behind, Tracer has him covered. She's pretty good at this, actually.
Kushiko For certain notions of adaptation, the Tenno can combine an awful lot of enemy types into one depending on their loadout; in Mag Prime's case she's an absolute nightmare to anything armored and synthetic and can turn the worst of enemy fire in on themselves.

In the aftermath of the electromagnetic wrath she's been visiting however and the ongoing conflict being what it is, the Tenno gives herself joyously to the conflict itself--even as she sees the damaged tank come her way, an idea occurs to her and it's not an idea she's going to let go to waste. Especially not with the shielding beginning to crack and allow more traditional arms to make an impact.

And speaking of an impact, she switches effortlessly to her sniper rifle of hers, so powered by magnetic induction that makes it effectively a highly corrosive anti-machine rifle. To wit: taking aim with a quick shot to attempt to disable it a litte bit further, if not outright destroy it.

Though, even if that does not take it out of the fight, she is moving to seal it's fate. Electromagnetic energy rises across the snowy Siberian plain--even allies at this point--which include present Elites like Bastion, Tesla, to say the least of X and more--feel it. It may not affect them but it's a strange sensation of energy uncoiling, unfurling across snowy landscape.

One hand uplifted brings it towards a rising crescendo and the effect is plain: all those shards of bullets, broken material in a 40-meter radius around her--which is pretty widepsread when you think about--some shards becoming silvered like the edgings of the Primed Warframe, lifting not just the damaged but the undamaged alike up. A second hand lifting up, energy forcefully brought to compress and CRUSH not only that which is scrap but that which still tries to fight. But more importantly as the few seconds progress, those newly magnetized pieces of scrap, metal, bullet casings and more are made into larger shapes.

And now, the final gesture: pulling back with her uplifted hands before sweeping and clapping her hands forward. The very gesture of which picking up every piece of Omnium Snow Camo'd Bastion, every spent bolter casing, every piece of metallic and non-metallic scrap she can pull up is brough down in a crushing storm of flak at the massive snow fortress. Thing is, it's not going to necessarily be able to destroy it but her intent is to ensure what the Svyatogors, the Russians, the Wolves, pretty much everyone who's laying down firepower to make everything /they/ do all the more magnified by the equivalent of inducing a microfracture assault on the super fortress Omnic.

... Then again, given it's fueled by the equivalent of a storm of mass driving electromagnetic force, it could do some more crazy things.
Tesla Armadia     Normally Tesla Armadia would love to watch someone deal with their world view being cracked by exposure to another. But things are a bit hectic right now, she's focused on her own matters, and even with power armor environ controls the cold is really REALLY annoying her. So X is safe from her piling more on his moral stresses. At least this time.

    But she's probably got an eye out for the reploid. And for the non-cameo Bastion unit that turned on it's own. But there will be times for exploring those side venues another night. Maybe after she's gotten back whatever infomation her AI digs up that will put more of what Tracer and X's conversation brought up into perspective.

    Because right now while her work with the instruments of her own engine of distruction has thoroughly put two tanks out of the fight in a display that would give any sane AI night terrors, it has gotten the attention of several of the remaining smaller units. Though this also takes more pressure off the local forces, allowing them to concentrate on the massive moving fortress of an Omnic.

    Almost a shame she hasn't gotten to it herself, but acceptable. She's not here to be one of the heroes, anyways. Helping, sure, but hardly for alturic purposes. Tesla plays her plans on multiple levels, not all obvious ones.

    "Now that I am drawing a crowd." Despite sounding a bit winded from the effort and the cold, Tesla remains on her feet as the cameo-ed Bastions are jogging towards her position. She considers what was said over the comm channels, and grins that sly, slightly unnerving little smirk of hers. Even as the energy channel 'tron lines' in her armor start to charge up, glowing slightly. "I think a -real- demonstration is in order... Pay attention..."

    Tesla reachs out with her technopathic powers, going for the unit in the lead of the group coming towards her. It's got to be quick and dirty, so she just goes for her mental equivilent to brute force hacking, trying to dig into the Omnic's programming to find the code equivilent to that 'switch' Tracer mentioned.

    And turn it back to ON.

    Giving it a moment to, if successful, actually see the destruction that's been laid to waste across the Siberian landscape. Mostly of it's own kind. If Tesla is successful, it'll see without those 'war machine' filters functional. Let it taste the actual agony of warfare instead of the cold calculations of a emotionaless soldier.

    And then Tesla fires one of her kinetic laser blasts for it's center of mass, to give it a -personal- feel for what suffering this sort of violence can cause.
Bastion     As Tracer covers Bastion's flank, the Sentry-mode Omnic continues mowing down any other Omnics that try to get set up. It's not getting away unscathed from all this, and it has the vulnerability of needing to reload, just like the others do. But when a big four-legged tank thing starts aiming its big energy cannon towards them, Bastion lets out several WHOOP WHOOP WHOOPS of //intense alarm/// as it exits its turret configuration, turns its torso around, and attempts to grab hold of Tracer with its not-a-machinegun arm as it turns, in an attempt to spin with the friendly human all the way back around 360 degrees away from the tank, until Bastion is facing towards it again.

    Successful or not, it then begins running while firing at anything that gets in its way, trying to get out of the line of BFC explodery before the macross cannon can open fire.

    Bastion continues to be disturbed by the sensation of electro-magnetic waves coursing over its frame, certain modifications made to it at some point shielding it from the effects for the most part where other Omnics may or may not be. But it's still an inherently unhappiness-inducing sensation. It's just fortunate it doesn't appear to be doing additional harm as it tries to cary allies and bird-friends out of the path of devastation in addition to itself!
X The Omnic bastion units are TOO darned creepy The way they behave isn't consistent... and it speaks of some very strange designers. Maybe mad and thoughtless designers, but who can say?

    "I don't know what you want, but this is NOT the way to get it!" The blue bot declares, weaving in-between gunfire. The units are fairly in sync, which meakes predicting their decisions a bit easier. X ducks, swerves, and places other Omnics between him and theatest concentrations of forces, making him harder to strike at without shooting through other Omnics!

    But these efforts aren't entirely successful. Gaining ground means taking fire constantly! The bullets aren't that threatening to his special 'Titanium-X' exterior, which proves capable of self-repairing scratches and gouges just fast enough to be noticed, but the rate that's going is slowing down as X's energy supplies start being put to the test.

    Nothing to waste on cosmetic damage here, only serious things!

    And some of those bullets ARE serious. They pierce through instead of bouncing off, damaging innards and drawing showers of sparks!

    Where there is no cover he uses Omnics for such, or blasts the snow to superheat it into thick fog! He's pretty sure these things aren't equipped with sensors that can see through it that well. Even his barely can!

    "Have to reach that monstrosity, no matter what!"
Guest Tracer     Well, this is definitely a surprise! Tracer definitely wasn't expecting Bastion to whisk her out of harms way, but that's exactly what happens. "Oof!" She looks up, just in time to see the huge robot firing that energy cannon down at where she /was/. "Blimey! That was a close one." She smiles back at Bastion, and to note.. she's still shooting. "Thanks, love!"

She tosses out another pulse bomb, that sticks to one of the other Bastion units, and promptly detonates after a brief delay, taking out it and another pair standing nearby. Hey, as long as this one knows where it's going..
Genji Shimada     Beelzebumon goes underground. This results in several Snow-Camo Bastion units and one tank kind of collectively pausing in synchronized confusion. Then they immediately leap off the ground they're currently standing on, and begin sweeping the ground around them, prepared to try and shoot the Digimon wherever he might emerge. But they might as well be trying to stop a sandworm. Even once they realize the traveling disturbance is there, what are they going to do, shoot through the snow and dirt? This is proving exceptionally effective.

    Much like Karian's attack, really. The armor of the Space Wolves is doubtless growing more battered by the moment, but it allows them to ignore the Bastion armaments long enough to tear apart any of them that come within reach. And their advance has the attention of some of the last remaining walkers, but there's a major problem with that; specifically, that the Russian forces are now providing the Space Marines with covering fire. If a tank looks like it will be a threat, they open fire on it. Efficiency and effectiveness.

    And what of Graf? Her own attacker is charging in on the assumption she's a ranged support... unit? Emplacement? It's hard to say. But it's on the way in, hoping to get too close for her to safely attack. She proceeds to surprise it by first using her flight deck as a shield, then sliding down to open fire on her from much closer in. One shot takes off the left arm at the shoulder, a second clips it in the leg, and then a third... well, there goes its right arm from the elbow down. Which means it's now unarmed. Right in front of an armed enemy. "...bweet." But it can still headbutt her, right? Right?

    Tracer and Bastion are proving an effective combination! The number of enemy Omnics coming their way thins out, until at last the tank is the only one remaining. Bastion at that point makes what may be a very wise choice to run, and the walker seems to hesitate for a second or two while it weighs 'give chase' versus 'focus on objective'. It eventually settles on the latter, then turns... only to be struck by an artillery blast from the Russian lines. Those weapons of theirs are pretty effective too.
Genji Shimada     There are few on the field right now, however, that are better-suited to taking down the Omnics than Kushiko. The powers of the Mag Prime warframe are natural anathema to the robotic forces, and she's working that for all it can give her. That rifle in particular is nasty even to a larger unit like the tank. The shot clips it across the main turret, causing a burst of sparks and a sudden shudder. The cannon falls still, trying once or twice to turn but failing. That just leaves it - and all its smaller compatriots - open to being lifted and crushed by sheer magnetic force, and then turned into projectiles on the fortress itself. It's a brutal assault, adding to the already-mighty onslaught against the fortress.

    The other 'natural enemy' of the forces on-site is Tesla, and boy is she working it. Especially when she reaches into one of the Camo Bastions and forces it to be an individual again, at just the right moment to realize its forces are being routed. It utters some very alarmed bleats, stumbling to one side... but just before she pulls the trigger, she'll see its 'eye' turn back to red. She still manages to down it, but if she tries the same trick with the rest, she'll find they actually /resist/, adapting to the cyberattack. They're much more vulnerable to munitions, though.

    And then there's X. X, who has his eyes on the immense, heavily-beweaponed prize. With a determined advance like that, the Original Reploid pretty much can't be stopped, no matter how they try. Not when their forces are as hard-pressed as they are. Through all the blasted Bastions and steam clouds, he's got an open path to the colossus. Which is good, because...
Genji Shimada     The constant fire has finally taken its toll. One leg buckles, rocked by several blasts in rapid succession, before whatever provided tension finally gives. The immense mobile assault vehicle lists to one side, its weight pulling it over onto its side. A great cheer goes up from the Russians; the heavy firepower is brought round to finish it off (something that X now has a prime opportunity to help with), while the lighter artillery and weapon emplacements are sweeping the remaining Omnic forces. They're now in full retreat, trying to withdraw any remaining still-functional units.
Karian Icefang     Karian gives chase towards some of the still remaining bastion units. His armor is definately battered to hell and back, but he was still standing. "Forward...drive them back. Today will be remembered brothers!!"
Graf Zeppelin      "......"

     Really?

     Graf Zeppelin shields herself against the stubborn headbutt with her flight deck, which leaves a slight dent in it, as well as having pushed her back a tad. But after that? ...Well, she just takes aim at point blank range for the unit's head. "......." What X said earlier kind of struck a chord with her however. Logically, these things should be parted out, but...

     Oh well.

     With a sigh, she lowers her aim down to it's leg, opening fire there to completly immobilize the thing without killing it. Surely this stubborn thing wouldn't try to drag itself through the snow by it's head to try and bite her ankles or something. Hah. Imagine that.

     Graf Zeppelin smirked a bit, and then began to back away, leaving it still functioning, if she can. Hopefully it doesn't SELF DESTRUCT for the MOTHERLAND or something.
Kushiko Somersaulting backwards, Kushiko's Mag Prime takes advantage of the fact the others are making such a forward charge by supplementing the actions of Karian, Graf, X, Bastion and Tracer along with the Russkies at large by throwing out a few more Magnetizing bubbles; drawing in the already prodigous fire, or simply locking down Omnics that might try to retaliate.

In effect, the real reason for it is firing her Lanka into these bubbles; now what might happen when you fire something like a coilgun of a sniper rifle into an electromagnetic field? ... magic happens. The magnetically induced projectile and it's energy accelerate and turn those bubbles into Omnic-shredding killzones.

That, and once it's been loaded enough, it does produce nice shard-rife explosions to further damage or demolish others before she turns her Lanka with it's corrosive modification to add a more precise--yet no less destructive edge--towards bringing down the Fortress Omnic.
Tesla Armadia     As the Omnic unit she was messing with goes down from the blast, Tesla also slumps finally. Two intensive expenditures of her technopathic powers has left her pretty drained now. But it confirmed what she wanted to know. Something was capable of taking a large number of individual, aware AIs and lock them into essentially an emotionaless hive mentality. The perfect fighting, killing machines.

    Maybe a little -too- perfect.

    Tesla doesn't need to try again even if she had the energy to. Her passive awareness of machines around her picks up on the shifting of their own basis to resist such invasive tactics. So even in this cold construct mode they can learn and adapt. Also a good thing to know.

    Unfortunately Siberia is a harsh mistress, and her now tired state makes the effects of the cold all the more aggrivating. It's a moment of vulnerability while she's recovering from the expenditure, and one of the remaining enemy units, prehaps in some tactical realization of how much of a threat she can be, opens fire. There's an audible bang and a plume of smoke as the shot hits the technopath in the shoulder, knocking her over.

    Tesla snarls as she hits the roof of the Maxizer, but the hit did snap her out of the lapse of clarity she had been in. Then smacks the platform to activate it again and withdraw back into the machine itself, resuming her seat in command. Slumping back, she gives a dismissive wave of her hand. "I've learned enough. Destroy the rest."

    In response to the command weapon ports open up on the Mad Maxizer's exterior and fire. The telltail trails of missile exhaust spew through the air as several are hurtled at the group of fire-and-retreat Omnics. Missiles tipped with powerful drills, designed to bore into armor before detonating. Likely the 'penetration munitions' she mentioned briefly.

    Honestly, at this point, Tesla just wants to finish up and get out of this frozen hellhole with her aquired information intact.
X FINALLY! X reaches where he wants to be: Another small hill with a clear view of the massive walker.

    The effort's taken a toll on him though. His exterior's severely scarred, and over two dozen bullets have speared through him entirely. Various oily substances leak from the 'wounds,' which periodically spark and crackle. Self-repair systems are hard at work...

    If he had some armor, or was more mobile... or had more experience, or even had better weaponry, perhaps that would not have been such an endeavor for him.

    As it stands, he needs all of the power he can afford. Under normal circumstances he might be tempted to try CLIMBING the massive Omnic walker-tank and blowing it apart in segments, but with it under heavy fire from so many other sources... that's just suicidal. Yet what can he do with his measly X-Buster?

    The crystal mounted in his helmet pulse-shines red like a beating heart, a sign that his self-repair systems are stretched to the limit.. but he diverts power from them.... and raises the X-Buster, pointing it at the greatest heat source - what he hopes is the thing's reactor!

    Power thrums within the weapon. Capacitors begin to scream and vent heat. Motes of light coaelsce in the air around the weapon's barrel and are drawn inwards, compressed, stored, and prepared. The buster hums and pulses, though the area around X becomes swiftly unbearable thanks to an ever-intensifying high-pitched mechanical SCREAM. His entire body begins glowing from within, metal skin radiant and hot - what snow nears him from this storm doesn't make it far before it falls as rain or vaporizes on contact with his body.

    And in his sight, his targeting systems finally acquire a lock.

    "Finally... this better be enough!"

    All that charging complete, the buster howls, unleashing a sizzling outpouring of hot plasma with such intensity and extended duration that it more resembles a drilling BEAM than a singular burst like X normally fires!

    His goal is clear: Pierce through the armor and wreck that thing with one shot... if his 'ancient weapons' are up to the task.

    That's the part he's not so sure about...
Bastion     As the big tank pursues its original objective after taking a shot, Bastion beeps and boops something that is probably meaningful regarding transporting her to safety, possibly something related to her covering its blind side while it was stationary and this being returning the favor, or maybe it's just a bunch of meaningless boops. It's up in the air! Together, the two seem to at least be effective at keeping lives from being lost... Depending on one's definition of 'life'.

    But taking some time to self-repair is probably going to be necessary for at least one of them after all this. Bastion is no more durable than the Bastion units, after all.
Guest Tracer     Tracer hops down, once she figures it's safe. She smiles up at Bastion, "You're alright, ain't cha? You know. A good guy. You don't want to hurt anyone. Right?" She does look up at Ganymede, and rubs at her chin, after tucking her pistols away. "Wait a tick.. I know I got.. Ah!" She's rummaging around in her parka for something. She brought a ration or two. Can never be too careful, this far out from civilization. Just so happens, she has a biscuit left, too. The cracker kind, that is.

"Here then. You got a nest there. Gotta take care of the little ones, yeah?" She reaches up, and places it on Bastion's shoulder. "I dunno if you should stay here, though! The Russkies probably ain't gonna be as nice as me. Go ind Genji, okay? Can you do that? He'll help you out."
Genji Shimada     Karian's job seems just about finished; the robot horde is pretty much completely in retreat, with only a few remaining as a 'rear guard' to buy time for the retreat. And those are easily taken down.

    Graf Zeppelin manages to easily disable the Snow Camo Bastion. It tries, briefly, to drag itself after her, but quickly realizes the futility. Not to mention how foolhardy it would be to throw its survival away trying to kill her. And fortunately, it doesn't self destruct! However, after she's a short distance away, it drags itself over to its leg... and several little self-repair arms pop out and begin working on fixing the damage and reconnecting the leg. It's a slow process with that much damage, but leaving it functioning has given it the chance. On the plus side, with the others in retreat, it's probably not going to give chase when it fixes itself.

    For what few Omnics remain that are foolish enough to attack, Kushiko is providing a very solid solution. The Lanka and the magnetic bubbles prove utterly perfect for denying the advance and preventing the attack of the last remaining Bastions. And the Lanka's shots manage to pierce the hull seemingly at the point of a generator, causing a small explosion that saps the strength from another leg. If it was able to get back up with three usable legs, it sure won't be with two. Tenno armaments are a hell of a thing.

    It is at this point that some of the remaining Bastion units realize their mistake in pursuing Tesla. Their explosive, drill-tipped, large-numbers mistake. The array of missiles shreds apart the group, ensuring they won't even have the /chance/ to retreat. If the mad technopath needs some time to recuperate, she's got it.

    And then X opens fire. The work of Dr. Thomas Light has always been ahead of its time - so FAR ahead of its time that, despite being decades old, when X was discovered, he was still more advanced than anything else out there. The weapon on his arm is no exception. Aside from its versatile copy ability, it packs a hefty amount of firepower into a small package. And the steam rising around him serves as a perfect herald for the blast he unloads - a blast that impacts the colossal fortress with heat and ferocity few can match. The hull is already damaged from so much combined fire, and X is close enough that his plasma ball hits with full force and heat. It goes right in.
Genji Shimada     Blasts rock the giant fortress's frame, one after another. One power conduit blows out. Another. The remnants of the power core go up in a bright, short-lived blast. A few final explosions rip open holes. At last, the thing slumps to the ground, well and truly neutralized. The Russian forces are cheering and preparing to move in and mop up. It's a good time for Bastion to slip away!

    Speaking of which, Tracer receives a brief call from Genji. "The good news is, they were not willing to shoot at it while it was carrying you. The bad news is, they make no such promises if they see it again. I will try and find it on its own, if I can."
Tesla Armadia     By the time anyone is back to paying attention to her, Tesla's monsterous machine is already rolling on its way out. This was enlightening, but personally? F*** Siberia. She needs more coffee and a hot shower, in no particular order. Goddamn frozen wasteland.
Kushiko For a few, lingering moments, the Mag Prime Kushiko is operating is tacit and still--seemingly 'watching' and confirming the kill, though more accurately she's actually watching /everything/. From Tesla, to Tracer, to Bastion and X.

She sees no reason to offer anything to the Russians who, at least by now know she is truly no Omnic, if a little bit weird. She holsters the Lanka afterwards as her Liset bears down on approach, phasing in as she leaps up to it, pulling herself into the ship's humanoid-shaped recepticle like a coffin before it loads her back in.

And awaaay she goes!