Blizzard's Bizarre Blitz

European Russia

In the last 20th Century, Western Russia was riddled with internal civil war and other governmental problems. People were forced to abandon their cold, struggling farm lifestyles and move to the few cities that were prospering in order to survive. Now, in the 23rd Century Moscow is one of the planet's most heavily populated cities. Where its farms once lay, winding highways and structures fill the void. Most of the land not covered by urbanization is landfill or frozen tundra. Aside from the cities, Russia isn't the most enjoyable habitat.

Contents: Contents:

Blizzard Man [Normal] [RM] Sewage Shark [C]

Repliforce Mobile Fortress V <F5> [RF] Moscow

South <S>: Afghanistan/Pakistan

East <E>: Asian Russia

West <F>: Finland

West <P>: Poland

West <BS>: Baltic States

Sea <BL>: Black Sea

Up <U>: Sky Above Russia

Max Armour arrives from the Northern Outskirts.

Max Armour has arrived.

Max Armour arrives from the Northern Outskirts.

Max Armour has arrived.

============================ Players in your Area ============================

Name Alias Siz Idl Short Description

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Skull Man Skull 3 11s

Blizzard Man Blizz 4 5s RM snowman w/limbs, orange hat, ski gear

Storm Owl Butterba5 0s Orange/red/green. Short wings. Big gut.

Tornado Onion Onion 4 1m

Max Armour max 3 48s

Sewage Shark Stinky 4 15s 6'9" Blue+teal smelly shark reploid.

========================== Fri Mar 18 19:03:20 2005 ==========================

Blizzard's at it again!!

It's not Austria, in spite of what Blizzard has discussed with his brothers in the past, but the thought dawned upon him. Austria's not that cold, anybody among the Robot Masters could go there and perform the mission... but so very few of Wily's men are built to handle the cold, biting climate of Russia, where there is wreckage and materials for the taking.

So why did he ask some others to come along when they're not meant to function in cold weather? Who knows...

"Check it oot!" Blizzard points to a great big stockpile of wreckage from the bloody battles that surround Russia. "We've foond something! See? I told yoo it'd be worth it! Now all we need to do is get these back to Pops, eh?"

Within the wreckage, a few Russian soldiers of indeterminate loyalties groan, and send out a call for help from their allies, whomever they may be. Unfortunately for Blizzard, this may not be the simple salvage mission he thought - not when innocents are involved, and what happens when there's innocents that need to be saved?

Sewage Shark is standing beside Blizzard Man. He's wearing a gigantic, ludicrously sized fur coat that muffles his voice, as well as a tall one-gallon cowboy hat, a tie with mettools on it, and swim trunks. He's still cold and shivering anyway, and his armor's feeling a little brittle. But he presses on, excited by the sight of the sweet, sweet wreckage. "Holy chocolate starfish is that a whole lot of stuff!" he exclaims.

Directly behind Sewage Shark, but not to close, and not downwind of him, was Skull Man, his cloak the only protection of his against the cold, as he tried his best to ignore it. Keeping his silence for nice, he simply follows the other two, wondering why on Earth he of all people had to come along, when others like Cold Man and Ice Man could have easily taken his place.

Storm Owl figured that the flight through the bitter cold night air would do him good to clear his mind and collect his thoughts. The war bird is beginning what will surely be a crucial phase against the Neo-Arcadians, perfect care is going to be required if they're going to successfully contain the human fanatics. Flying high above the light cloud cover, the full moon and the twinkling plethora of stars shine down on Storm as he soars on a routine Repliforce patrol route. The war bird, concentrating for the most part on his next plan of action against Neo-Arcadia, peers downward at the desolate Russian terrain as it zips past. The Commander, built for flight in all circumstances, does not appear fazed by the cold, although there's a steady layer of frost and ice building up on his golden-orange wings.

Suddenly jolted out of his plotting and planning by the crackle of his radio, Storm Owl frowns inwardly. Well, Repliforce is here in Russia to prevent this sort of looting from going on. And so, after quickly radioing a general call for help to any allies that might be in the area, Storm Owl changes course and begins streaking towards the military supply depot. If one can call the apparently poorly kept pile of weaponry a depot. A sure sign of the state of the Russian military.

Max Armour is in Russia tonight... um... who knows. Actually, he's continuing to test his PA, at his wife Shinobu's insistence. He tested most of the weapons, but its extreme weather and zero-g mods needed an extreme place like Russia to check on. So he, like Storm, just happened to be in the right area at the right time- hearing the radio signals as he nears the zone he was going to check on himself, in fact. However, ther ZIKOMO is a huge and slow armor, and is plodding along in the snow, each stride making a heavy SHOOMPH.

[This is Max Armour of Interpol, does anyone copy? Over.]

Tornado Onion was just in the lab when one of his more delicate experiments happened to be interrupted by the radio call. Of course, this wasn't something he would let go. He wouldn't let any of the radio messages recieved go unanswered. It's a pretty far distance but the Onion has been plenty happy today, watching a neo-arcadian go down in grudge combat and then getting a onion plant that is sentient from Plant man. Of course it was a far distance but it relayed through Storm's radio if only because of luck. However at this time the onion is quickly making his way toward the depot, spinning in a way that might remind others of top man. To those who are looking at him, he appears to be a moving snow storm, not extremely effected but not liking the weather either.

Blizzard continues his approach towards the wreckage undaunted. The 'door' to the place isn't in a good state of repair, and doesn't open despite Blizzard's best efforts short of beating on it with a ski pole until it comes down. So, he beats on it with a ski pole until it goes down. Brilliant! It clatters down into the rusted ground within, in which Blizzard waves to the others with his other ski pole to come on inside.

That's when Blizzard sees them - two injured Russians, one of which is pointing a rifle at him. The armed one is bleeding from his other shoulder, where the other one's injuries, if any, cannot be seen outside of a small pool of blood as he's hiding behind a canister.

"Whoa! Yoo shooldn't be angry!" Blizzard semi-protests as he backs away from the door. "We're just here to clean oot yoor wreckage, eh? Yoo don't need to--"

An angry shout in Russian precedes a few bursts from the rifle into the intruding cold-based Master. They aren't going down without a fight!

Blizzard Man misses Blizzard Man with his Generic Ranged attack.

Sewage Shark follows on. On occasion, he flings his coat aside, spreading his arms and shouting, "I AM BATMAN!" into the crisp evening air. And he puts the coat back on and then stands behind Blizzard Man as he is shot at. This probably isn't a good idea, knowing how gnarly Blizzard's attacks are on his poor armor. He blinks. "It's like they say, 'holy shizznit', huh? Looks like we're gonna have to put 'em out of their misery!" If he can, Sewage squeezes past the fat snowman. If he can't, Sewage lifts up a nearby chunk of concrete and hurls it at one of the two Russians.

Ducking out of the way as the rifle fire came flying out, Skull Man's wrist machineguns came to bear, spraying the entranceway with bullets, hopefully hitting the armed russian with at least one bullet. And if not, hey, at least it looks cool to jumps sideways firing away.

Storm Owl's telescopic eyes zoom in as he approaches the rather kindly declared supply depot. "Confirmed, Max Armour." Storm Owl replies over broadband. "I mark three enemies. Blizzard Man, Skull Man, and Sewage Shark." Storm can see the last of those three turning a large piece of debris into a deadly projectile. The last time the war bird and shark had spoken, it was under considerably different circumstances. Had Storm Owl more time on his hands, he might wonder what went wrong with the Reploid. Storm Owl opens another radio transmission. "Storm Owl to Fortress V. Comm Bat?" The voice of the communication's officer replies, "Yessir?" "Send a message to supply depot #48, ordering them to pull back. They are under Robot Master attack. Myself and Lieutenant Onion are approaching the scene." No reason for the soldiers to die in a horribly outmatched battle, right? "Aye sir." the voice from many miles away says before clicking off. Storm Owl's form is silhouetted against the starry sky, and is easily visible (and shootable) to those on the ground. His air generators warm up, and it doesn't look like he's preparing to give any warning before opening fire.

Tornado Onion hears the confirmation of the attack by Storm, having his generators fully warmed up by spinning there, his electricity generator holding him together and his air generator allowing the onion to spin faster and create a noticeable tornado of wind and howling snow, the snow just being picked up. He radios back to Storm, coming within eye shot(despite the snow around him). "Hehhe coming up to area commander!" He can see the three now, as well as the depot in the distance, also within firing range. He revs his air motors up to release the spinning tornado when in close, planning to chuck the mild tornado at the nearest offender while in close.

[I'll join you as soon as I--/]/

At this, Max suddenly takes a plunge as the armor of the ZIKOMO becomes stuck fast, one leg trapped in deep snow and ice. Max struggles with its leg, but only moves it a few inches. Continued efforts give only one answer- this can be removed, but not in any timeframe that would allow him to be part of this battle.

[Commander Owl, my Power Armor has been trapped in ice, I am unable to join you in this battle. I'm sorry, I have to extract myself,] he radios. Max struggles with the leg once more, and slumps in his chair.

"Guess we can see how the cold support systems hold up now," he grouses to himself, looking for a coffee.

Max Armour goes home.

Max Armour has left.

Blizzard flails about when the gunfire sprays outward, missing Blizzard Man entirely while Sewage Shark and Skull Man go in for the kill. Sewage Shark's debris crash into a barrel which happens to contain some very explosive substances, which blows up and... well, you should know what happened to the unarmed injured Russian.

Skull Man's machineguns make very short work of an already less than healthy soldier, collapsing to the ground to yell his beliefs in Russian one more time before becoming a statistic in the scheme of the Robot Wars.

Blizzard Man regains his composure as he peers all around. "We didn't need to do that, we coold've just asked! But, uh... oor mission's still the most important thing, eh? We shoold hurry!" With that, Blizzard Man charges on inside the wreckage. Looks like if Storm Own and Tornado Onion want to get them out, they'd have to go inside.

Meanwhile, the personnel of Supply Depot #48, not too far away from the wreckage, begin to pull away in anticipation of further advance by Blizzard's buddies. Another Russian soldier, hiding inside what was once a cockpit, readies himself for the advance of the enemy. He'll avenge his comrades, yes he will.

Sewage throws his fist up into the air as the concrete whacks into the barrel, and takes out one of them. "SCORE!" He cackles loudly while glancing at Skull and giving him a thumbsup, and then he moves into the depot, his metal feet slamming on the rusty door on the ground and impacting it down some. He grins, giddily looking around the area and then rushes in to grab a big piece of sheet metal laying there and looking tempting. He adjusts his cowboy hat while he finishes picking it up.

Picking himself up again, Skull Man stomps into the wreckage, memorizing the position of the Soldier he had taken down for later retrieval as he followed his brothers, his Wrist Machineguns still loaded just in case.

"Lieutenant Tornado. Fire at will." Storm Owl says over his radio upon hearing about Max Armor's forced landing. The Russian troops had, as per Storm Owl's instruction, begun to pull back. Though, with the sheer chaos that is the Russian defense force, the owl knows full well that he can't rely on them for anything. Swooping down low towards the supply depot, the Repliforce bird of prey begins a strafing run on the enemy. He feels he doesn't need to tell Tornado the obvious things about the dangers of going into battle outnumbered, but Storm knows that holding back in this battle would not sit well with the population of Russia, however logical that may be. Remarkable, the owl notes as he pulls up mere metres above the harsh cold ground, how illogic spawns illogic.

Now soaring along the snow and ice that covers the landscape, Storm Owl locks onto his first target, and the most dangerous as far as the war bird is concerned: Skull Man. He doesn't bother with the normal rhetoric about how they should retreat. Why give them any warning? From within a hidden launcher located in Storm Owl's wing frame, a single missile locks up into position. There's a blast of fire, and then trailing smoke as the golden-orange projectile corkscrews through the air towards Skull Man. Hit or miss, Storm Owl then pulls sharply back upwards.

Tornado Onion closes in on the area, the onions plan of sending the tornado at one of the three shattered once they all enter the single depot. Once inside he would have to limit himself to lower versions. That was until he heard Storm declare fire at will and run a bombing run into the area. He then decides to throw something in as well, only not a substantial, and aimed at the person who seems to be best suited in this area, Blizzard man. He spins to the door and fires it, sending in a wave of wind toward the skiing master, hoping to push the master off balance. He takes the way of Storm though and spins off once assaulting, hoping to try and pull one out.

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Short Breeze attack.

Tornado Onion's fart (in the spiritual sense, mind) does, in fact, knock Blizzard Man off his skis when he investigates the amount of salvageable materials, coming up ever-so-closer to the cockpit. Just before he can do anything with some of those shiny metal plates, the wind comes and bowls him over on his side, into the final Russian's hiding place.

Said final Russian was about to take aim and fire at the seemingly oblivious Blizzard Man, but his collision into what he's hidning behind jerks his aim upwards, causing a loud gunshot echo to ring through the area while the bullet ricochets off the ceiling and, ironically, back towards Tornado Onion.

Blizzard Man misses Tornado Onion with his Generic Ranged attack.

Sewage looks to the left, watching as a nearby missile explodes. Then he looks to the back of him as he hears a gun discharge and ring out with the booming noise. Then, he looks in front of himself, as though he were expecting some terrible, huge opponent to smash him in the head too.

Enter: Wuss Mode

The shark, still holding the metal plate, shrieks like a schoolgirl and then dives in under a pile of junk!

Not even noticing as the projectile screams towards him, Skull Man is sent barrelling further into the wreckage as the blast bowls him over. Barely recovering in time to retaliate, Skull Man fires a burst from his Wrist Machineguns at the rapidly retreating form of Storm Eagle. The Snow Storm may impair his vision, but enough bullets might manage to at least hit something.

Skull Man misses you with his Wrist Machineguns attack.

Storm Owl's steely gaze falls upon Sewage for the briefest of seconds, and a message is sent to the shark. He sees Sewage hide in the pile of rubble and doesn't bother taking the time to shoot at him just yet. He has no problem with dealing with one target at a time. The owl will, however, be keeping a close eye on where Sewage vanished to make sure he isn't using his time to loot and steal. Storm Owl, meanwhile, is rapidly pulling up and engaging in some of the finest evasive maneuvers out there. The spray of bullets scream past the war bird on all sides, but remarkably none are able to find the tricky mech. Now at what he considers a safe distance away at approximately ten stories above the depot, Storm Owl turns and hovers briefly.

While the atmosphere might already indicate strong winds, those winds begin to get far, far stronger. From his twin wing mounted wind generators, a singular blast of cyclonic air streaks down from the heavens, attempting to plow Skull Man back into the hard packed snow.

You strike Skull Man with a solid hit from your Wing Gale attack.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Sewage Shark: You say, "What happened to cause you to fall so far as to be in the service of the Robot Masters?"

In the meantime, Sewage gets the radio transmission.. and while he observes from the junkpile, transmits one back.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Sewage Shark says, "Sorry, man. Like, Shade hired me to clean stuff up, and like, I don't want them to get pissed off at me."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Sewage Shark: You say, "Your excuse is lacking. Being hired to do wrong does is not an explanation."

Tornado Onion was already spinning away from the enterence once the shot was fired, and is missed by said bullet. He however did get a nice up and close view of it, knowing that there's a Russian in there that yet lives. He attacks the master most closely related to the element their in yet again, but this time with a simple bladed ring that he has called... Onion rings. He tries to keep himself mobile on the ground, spinning to make himself less of a target. Spinning is odd like that. To those who aren't used to it make it seem like it is a horrid thing, but to those versed in spinning know that it is like you see everything at once. Taking the ring, his arm chucks it and 4 likenesses into the Depot, hoping to bounce it against the walls and at the master.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Sewage Shark says, "Man, I can't do anything without people jumping on my back, huh? It's like tug-o-war."

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Onion Ring attack.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Sewage Shark: You say, "This is a far cry from 'anything'. It is criminal, illogical, and likely to get you killed."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Um, I'm picking up a disturbance in the Midwest US..."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Sewage Shark grunts and nothing else, apparently confused and wondering what to say.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Not sure who it is, but it's somebody for sure."

Blizzard Man gets back onto his skis and tilts his head off to the side. What was that? Oh well, nothing important, he only suffered a little bump. With a cheerful shrug, he goes back to analyzing his area within for, you know, things to take back. Then, all of a sudden, the onion rings!

One of them bounces at such an angle that they ring themselves around the top of Blizzard's bulbous body and start bouncing him along with the rest, each collision painful as his body recoils against the sharp inner edges. The third recoil shoots Blizzard out of the wreckage and back out into the open field, where he's coming right back for the onion. The ring just /has/ to release him as he's coming towards Tornado Onion's direction.

Here comes the first of very many accidents.

Blizzard Man misses Tornado Onion with his Skiing Accident attack.

The final surviving Russian now has to deal with another problem - there's a shark hiding in the pile, and he's not about to move first. He points his gun at where Sewage Shark hides, waiting to see what the hell he does. As far as he's concerned, he treats him as an enemy since he was with the bulbous skibot and the wannabe reaper.

Sewage pokes his head up from the pile, like an alligator surfacing from the water and then trying to decide which wilderbeest to take down. He looks up, and up, where he sees the Owl flapping away at Skull Man, who seems to be having trouble. So, he shoves his gauntlet out, and aims it upward - his hand retreats into the metal, and from it a cannon of sorts pops out. There's a small chugging noise, and finally a nice powerful stream of pressurized water blasts upward at fatty mcfats!

Sewage Shark strikes you with a minor hit from his Rinse And Repeat attack for 11 units of damage.

Now more than slightly annoyed, Skull Man's Plasma Cannon comes to bear as he takes aim...carefully...carefully.......then decides not to. If a hail of machinegun fire couldn't hit, neither will a single shot, even though the Owl might be disoriented form Sewage's attack. Instead, he uses one attack that might be a bit easier. Standing still, Skull Man seems to take a deep breath, despite his lack of lungs, then let's loose something that resembles first a single, melachony note....then an entire sorrowful orchestra, designed to damage even the most tone-deaf of Robots or Humans.

Skull Man misses you with his Funeral Dirge attack.

Sound just doesn't carry very well in a windstorm, does it? By the time the deadly music of the dead reaches the war bird and past his cyclonic defenses, it's a low hum that isn't enough to do any damage to his frame. Storm Owl glances down at Skull Man, raises his fist to launch another blast from his potent wind generators. But before he can mentally pull the trigger on this assault, the war bird finds himself struck by a concentrated stream of water that broke through his wind shield. Dare I say he's being... marinated? The water splooshes in his face, very nearly knocking him from the sky. With his concentration broke, Storm Owl has to whip around one of his well armoured wing to block the steady stream of Sewage's... uh... stuff.

"And so you have made your decision?" Storm Owl says in his cold, harsh tone, glaring down at Sewage. "Then you shall see where your decisions have brought you." Soaring up slightly higher once again, Storm Owl's wings angle themselves, this time loading in a full spread of four feather missiles in their hidden launchers. Aiming two at Sewage, and two at Skull Man, the golden-orange quad-rockets corkscrew through the night sky with the light of the moon glinting off of them, seeking their targets.

You strike Sewage Shark with a minor hit from your Feather Missiles attack.

You strike Skull Man with a minor hit from your Feather Missiles attack.

Tornado Onion continues spinning. If he ever stopped her would be in deep trouble in this land. Speaking of which, the one he thought to be quite good at navigating this type of terrain comes to bowl him over. Still spinning, he is able to pull out of the way. In the great snow storm that is being created around Tornado, one can forget his other abilities, and he is hoping that Blizzard will become one of the many to not see this coming. Something instead of falling flies up towards the sky, making an arc and heading straight down towards Blizzard man. While this goes on Tornado makes a hefty retreat closer to Storm and the others, planning to unload the hefty spinning he has produced next round if he is not set off balance. He laughs ominously behind Skull and the shark, the poison payload about to touchdown on Blizzard.... Now.

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Thick Gas attack.

[Radio: (B) Main] Storm Owl transmits, "Status, Lieutenant?"

[Radio: (B) Main] Jet Stingray transmits, "Something going on?"

[Radio: (B) Main] Storm Owl transmits, "Robot Masters taking advantage of the chaos that is the Russian defense force. Tornado and I are defending a supply depot from their looting."

[Radio: (B) Main] Jet Stingray transmits, "If you need help, just let me know."

[Radio: (B) Main] Tornado Onion transmits, "Heheh Quite well Storm! No problems at all here. For being suited for this area he not quite dangerous in it so far."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "So, how is that situation in the Midwest? You guys figure out what it was?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Glaive transmits, "Dunno yet, but its a break in."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Yeah, somebody's breaking into some building-- and it's definitely Mavericks."

[Radio: (B) Main] Storm Owl transmits, "Excellent. I've come under fire from multiple targets, but shall attempt to keep them occupied while you deal with Blizzard Man."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "You guys have it handled I take it or should I be ready to deploy?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Gatts transmits, "I'm approaching the location now." Pause. "What is this place, again?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Um, not /totally/ sure, but it's high-security. I can give you coordinates."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Glaive transmits, "About to enter the facility, will give conformation once I am in. Radio Silence until that point...or I might screw up and get blown up."

Being that Blizzard isn't organic, it's hard to think that organic poisons would /do/ anything to him. But, the thick gas does clog up and interrupt a couple of sensors, causing a number of shorts that come up as almost unreadable HUDs about Blizzard's condition. A couple of stuttering coughs from Blizzard's systems aside, the whirling fron being stuck inside one of the onion rings still leaves him a bit... dizzy.

"What's this abooooooooooooooooot? It's so pretty oot..." Yes, robots can see stars! That's what the sparking glitches in his HUD is like as he staggers about the landscape. He can't see Tornado Onion, but likewise, can Tornado Onion see him? Blizzard's systems are hard at work at correcting these little glitches and errors before they can spread into something dangerous.

The Russian, in the meantime, holds his hiding place when he sees Storm Owl's retaliation back at Sewage Shark. He wouldn't want to risk getting caught up in that. HE might as well let the Repliforcers get on it, but he won't forgive what just happened to his comrades! He is vengeful, but he is also not stupid.

Blizzard Man forfeits a turn to charge WE.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "I'll take that as a 'We have it handled, Jet, go get yourself a soda'."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Glaive no signal.

[Radio: (D) Joint-Chat] Nana transmits, "Sorry. I think we got it."

*BLAMMO!*

Sewage, as his hand comes back into view and the water cannon slides inward, is caught in the blast of the feather missiles. He's blown back and his thick armor battered. It also blows away some of the junk strewn about him, lighting some on fire which is eventually extinguished by the sogginess of this area thanks to the water and cold. "Ow, that hurt, man!" calls out the shark. His mismatched eyes flicker with a bright blood red - he is pissed now.

So, scrambling out of the wreckage, he turns around so that his back faces the fat owl, and he quickly shovels any debris into his mouth. Rumble rumble rumble... his body makes a resounding noise as the trash is processed, and it comes barreling out of the shaft on his back in a neat rectangle of compacted trash.

Sewage Shark strikes you with a glancing hit from his Trash Compactor attack for 5 units of damage.

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!"

Now thoroughly bashed, Skull Man decides to take the fight closer to the ground. From underneath his now tattered cloak come a variety of seemingly endless chains, snaking through the air towards the Owl, hopefully grasping him and pulling him down to ground level.

Skull Man strikes you with a glancing hit from his Grasp attack for 0 units of damage.

Ironic that what used to be virtually useless weapons turns quite potent once trashed. Storm Owl, after launching his spread of missiles, has no time to summon up another protective wind storm, or continue with his evasive maneuvers. The compacted rectangle projectile ~DINGS~ the owl square in the jaw, snapping his head back and sending him fluttering helplessly backwards through the air, helpless to resist the coils of chains that suddenly wrap around him.

Thrashing around with his wings, feet and arms, Storm Owl grunts and attempts to fight them off. But it's no use. They pull at his limbs and bind his wings, leaving him unable to escape. The fish on Skull Man's line is slowly reeled in, though with considerable resistance on Storm Owl's part. All he's able to manage is a weak burst of air towards Skull Man in a desperate attempt to force the Robot Master to let him go. Hit or miss, however, the bird of prey is dragged to the ground. Oh oh.

You strike Skull Man with a glancing hit from your Generic Ranged attack.

Tornado Onion sets his sights on the two assaulting Storm and decides to unleash the high velocity spin that he has been storing since coming to here. He also feels that it might be time to spread the pain. He picks his targets Skull, Shark, And Blizzard and makes note of them spinning in place as he sinks a bit into the snow the power on this attack going to put him back for the next few turns, but it will be nice to try this. He plans on playing pinball with them all, with him as the ball. Those spikes also don't look to friendly with him spinning at that rate, well only one way to find out... right?

Tornado Onion misses Sewage Shark with his Spinning Like A Top attack.

Tornado Onion strikes Skull Man with his Spinning Like A Top attack.

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Spinning Like A Top attack.

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "....What's up?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "You okay, Sewa?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "...May I have your autograph?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "Oh yeah, sure.... Just as long as it doesn't end up on some online auction or something, it's cool. You need it right now in person or you want me to mail it to you?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "...Uh, no. It won't end up in an online auction. Promise. ... um, well, are you busy?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "Nope!"

Tornado Onion's bulk bounces off of Blizzard Man, but yet he maintains his balance as he slides back a few feet. His skis are optimally suited for this kind of terrain, and surprisingly he seems a little less clumsy in his element! With those errors cleaned out of his system enough to keep him functioning in spite of a half-dented, half-sliced "ring" of damage around shoulder level and his front plate being pressed in from the impact, Blizzard can tell what's going on.

It's Repliforce interfering! And the onion knocked his toque off.

Blizzard Man's eyes take on a very eerie red color as he reaches down and places it back on its rightful position. Pushing himself forward, he raises his ski poles once he can get in close, his shoulders flaring to life to introduce an even COLDER temperature to the air around him. "YOO WON'T GET IN OOR WAY THIS TIME, EH?!" It's an angry Blizzard Man ready to beat poor Tornado Onion to onion salt!

The Russian, in the meantime, opts for a bigger gun when he dashes over to the corpse of one of his fellow soldiers, exchanging his handgun for a rifle. He just might have to contribute if things start looking bad.

Blizzard Man strikes Tornado Onion with his Blizzard Berserker attack.

Sewage Shark turns back around when the trash is firing and the shaft sputters as though in relief - and his eyes widen as he sees the mini-tornado heading right at him! So he quickly slides onto his belly like a penguin just for it to clip his foot and then wind away and eventually dissipate. He phews, and then gets back up to see Skull, chaining up the bird. Sewage bobs back and forth, having no idea what to do. Then he locks on to Skull Man - well, he might as well fight for the winning team, as they say!

In a baffling change of loyalities, Sewage starts at a run, and then slides onto the ground, pointed forward like a large torpedo to try and slam into Skull. Of course, he makes an effort to flail around and scream like an idiot in order to make it all look like an accident, and maybe knock the chains off. Sneaky!

Sewage Shark strikes Skull Man with his Useless Flailing attack.

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "So, where to?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "Well then it might as well be in person, right? Um, is Tetsuo's rebuilt yet? I think it is."

[Radio: (G) Global] Sewa transmits, "Actually, how 'bout Ruby's?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Stingray transmits, "Yeah, I was there not too long ago... But Ruby's would be better. Considering that well.... Yeah."

Now heavily damaged, mechfluid leaking from quite a few places, including his eyes, giving the impression of a crying Reaper, Skull Man takes the only option that makes sense to him. Quite simply, he cowers behind a forcefield like a little girl. Bringing up his Forcefield, he starts running for cover, trying to get out. Interestingly though, he happens to be running right towards a certain pissed-off commie with a gun....

Skull Man raises a wall of wailing Cyberskulls in a defensive field, their hollowed eyes billowing with black smoke.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Uh, whoever you are, Bird Guy? There's a Maverick coming out to attack you!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Gatts transmits, "I...see. I'm on it."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Sewage Shark: You say, "What game are you playing at now?"

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Sewage Shark says, "What game?"

[Radio: (D) Joint-Chat] Dash transmits, "What's going on, anyway?"

Storm Owl struggles as he reaches the ground. Here he expects to be double-teamed to obvlivion due to his lacking hand-to-hand close-combat skill (getting flashbacks to Charge Man!). The war bird finds himself amazingly unharmed, however, but still bound to the Robot Master via the chains that bind them. Skidding along the ground in a somewhat sad way, Storm Owl manages to rise back up to his feet, now virtually skiing along the slick icy ground behind the enraged Robot Master. His beady optics widen slightly as he sees where Skull Man is heading. "Out of the way!" he calls out in his booming, commanding tone to the Russian soldier. He is not confident of the soldier being able to escape Skull Man, however, and so has to take matters into his own hands, such as they are. A futile effort, perhaps, but Storm Owl attempts to fire a burst of wind in Skull Man's direction despite his hands being caught by the chains that weren't severed by Sewage. Will this stop Skull? Pfft, I think not.

You strike Skull Man with a glancing hit from your Generic Ranged attack.

Skull Man's forcefield withstands the attack.

Tornado Onion is slammed into by the man he had seconds ago declared not a threat. WHAM! The onion flails wildly as he is rammed into, him loosing his footing. Of course, he might not know the weakness to Blizzard, he knows he might be able to hurt him in these conditions yet. Dancing being completely out of the question. This means little to him though as he still struggles to get up on the icy and snowy surface, and the dent that Blizzard man made taking up easily a third of his body pushed inside of him, he isn't feeling hospitable. If anything, he feels its about time he pulled out something just as strong, of course. He likes to bide his time. Trying to ward off some attacks he blasts his air generators and thunder generators, charging them and then sending out a mini concentrated wall of air charged with electricity. It zigs toward Blizzard, but will Blizzard zag?

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Thunder Hurricane attack.

ZAP! Blizzard's body shudders as he comes to a halt from his charge, going from bloodthirsty to relatively agreeable as he turns his attention back towards the wreckage he wants to bring home. well, until the zapping. Blizzard spasms momentarily, the damage amplified from being surrounded in snow, which is frozen water that conducts electricity quite well. A smart, tactical decision by Tornado Onion.

The Russian sees Skull Man coming in, but he knows better than to face him head on. Sure, Skull Man looks like he could break apart at any moment, but he's going to need to find a way to buy some time. In place of opening fire with his rifle, he draws a grenade and pulls the pin. This will hopefully slow Skull Man down while he plots out his next move for survival. RF might be helping him, but they've got their hands tied with the skibot and Dust Man's distant cousin thrice removed. He's /not/ going outside, but there isn't much room to maneuver inside either.

Sewage grins to himself, despite still steaming from the earlier blast. He coughs and shakes himself while getting up out of the floor and his feet clacking on the ground. He has no reason to really fight anymore, and is too confused to do much more, so he just runs over, arms spread wide, and grabs all of the sheet metal and various debris while stacking it on his back, and then grabs some more in his hands. Right now he looks like a giant turtle made out of junk, and then he starts at a slow shuffle out as he is weighed down. On the way he sends a tightbeam to the brains and brians behind the operation.

Sewage Shark retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Skull Man, Blizzard Man, Storm Owl, and Tornado Onion.

Blizzard Man strikes Skull Man with his Generic Ranged attack.

Skull Man's forcefield withstands the attack.

Now reeling his chains in as he runs, Skull Man can see the Owl entangled in them trying to attack him. He quickly untangles them and finishes reeling them in, and continues running. Interestingly, the Russian Soldier doesn't run. It seems that seeing an Enraged Grim Reaper charging at him has shocked him a tag. But, strangely, he doesn't fire either. Instead, he pulls out...A GRENADE!? Thankfully, the blast is absorbed by his shield, although it seems the shield might not last much longer. Well, things are certainly getting riskier. Even so, Skull Man is suddenly determined to get a trophy from this battle. Charging at the unfortunate Russian Soldier, Skull Man prepares to simply pick him up bodily, and hope the stupid bastard doesn't try and continue fighting when the Grim Reaper is carrying him.

Also, Sewage shouts something in the distance about 'douchebags' and 'your mom' and 'bacon'.

Skull Man smirks idly, the white Cyberskulls dissipating, the defensive shield coming back down.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] The Firebat from Starcraft screams "Embers!", followed by a thump, then Gatts says, "/Why/ does it keep doing that?"

Bad news for the Russian, death's icy grip reaches out and indeed manages to grab him by the neck, a perilous situation as he's lifted up off the ground... but bad news for 'Death,' the Russian is /still/ armed. Faced with certain death and almost nothing to lose, he squeezes his trigger finger on the rifle, hoping to unload everything into Skull Man before he can share the fate of his fallen comrades... or worse, gasping for air at the strength of Skull MAn's grip.

Blizzard Man strikes Skull Man with his Generic Ranged attack.

Storm Owl has two things to deal with right now: Sewage Shark fleeing the area with loads of supplies on his back, and Skull Man attacking the lone, foolish soldier. For all the Russian's heroics, Storm is going to give him quite a speech after. Assuming the human survives, at least. Blizzard, currently fried thanks to Tornado's electrical assault, is low on the priority list at the moment. Sewage Shark, Storm Owl has no choice but to let go. A handful of equipment shouldn't make up the repair bill of two Robot Masters, the strategist considers. He cannot be certain about that, however, as nobody really knows just how many resources the individual Robot Masters need.

Still being dragged behind Skull Man (and being reeled in as well), Storm Owl is able to free a hand and shield himself from the flash of the grenade. Most of it was absorbed by that whirling skull shield anyhow. As Skull Man lifts up the Russian, Storm Owl is drawn in close thanks to the chains. Can't use a wind blast, can't use a missile... might hurt the soldier. And so, there's little else that he can do right now. The bird of prey thinks back to training with Simian Monk back in the Wise Monkey Dojo. Sure, Storm may be a piss-poor hand-to-hand combatant, but as his fist recoils, aiming for the back of Skull Man's head, one can only hope that Simian did the impossible by teaching him how to throw a decent punch.

You strike Skull Man with a glancing hit from your Punch attack.

Skull Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Sewage Shark enters the Asian Russia.

Sewage Shark has left.

Tornado Onion notices his attack quite effective. And decides to step it up a notch. Looking to Blizzard man he charges up to an even higher level, sending a secondary, more powerful version of his first. He looks to Skull man fall over and Sewage run off, but they aren't his targets. Blizzard man is. He returns to creating a tornado double the size of the first one and charges it with approximately the same amount of increased voltage, sending toward the native of this land, it zips forward and heads toward Blizzard. Maybe a zag in the futre?

Tornado Onion strikes Blizzard Man with his Shock Cyclone attack.

As the punch finally manages to take Skull Man down, his system stubbornly refusing to give him that last burst of speed, he makes one last desperate, but failed, attempt at holding onto the Russian, but he simply slips from his grip as he falls. Now, in quite a few pieces on the ground, Skull Man's eyes slowly lose their colour, as a melachony note plays, signaling his loss of consciousness.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "We've got a man down! I need some assistance!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Riot transmits, "This InterPol Officer Riot. Whats your 10-20?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Gatts grunts. "I can't help you there, lady."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana sends a coordinate burst. "We're in the Midwest! It's a Maverick attack! I think I can delay one of them, but we need to get Glaive out of here."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Glaive?! Glaive down?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Glaive's signal is gone! No one knows where it is, but it's not here!

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Yeah! I know exactly where he is."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "But I... I don't know if I can get him myself."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Glaive's is wrong, Nana knows where he is.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Heheh .. Not good."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Well, aren't you going to do something?!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "S-sure but where he is?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits the same coordinate burst she sent before.

With Skull Man's grip released, the Russian falls down onto his knees, coughing up a storm at nearly being choked to death by, well, Death. Thanks to Storm Owl, he's a survivor of a very close, very scary encounter. Staggering up to his feet, he rests against the wall and moves away from the two openings to the wreckage, removing the rifle's magazine and putting in a new one in record speed. He's a gumby, but he's one that at least knows how to handle his weaponry!

Blizzard Man, meanwhile, finds his systems charging themselves up involuntarily. His weapon systems in particular seem to carry a certain boost to them after the second administering of shock therapy, but smoke is rising from his shoulders - oh hell, he's about to overheat! With Sewage Shark having successfully completed the job, Blizzard's thought processes introduce himself to a new concept. Common sense. Yes, Blizzard Man's neural processes have finally grasped a facet of common sense!

It tells him to drink milk after eating peanut butter, not before.

So much for a life-altering revelation. Anyway, with Skull Man's distress beacon going off, Blizzard Man curls himself up into a snowball and rushes off away from Tornado Onion, towards the wreckage, and through the opening caused by him being dragged through it with the help of the onion rings of doom from earlier. Rebounding off the wall, he scoops up Skull Man's unconscious body and barely misses both upholders of justice. In doing this, Blizzard can't bring himself into safety just yet.

The Russian decides to open fire with his reloaded rifle before Blizzard Man can get to a safe distance, as fast as he is.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "If not one else can respond, I know I could..."

Blizzard Man curls into a giant snowball!

Blizzard Man strikes Blizzard Man with his Generic Ranged attack.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "I don't care who comes! But somebody's got to, okay?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Hehhe as fast as I can, but dealing with masters."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "Of course, miss. I totally understand. If the situation was reversed, I'd be the same way. Tornado, you currently deal with Masters? You continue to help Storm then. Unless Officer Riot is going to assist, I'll dispatch myself. Always when I'm having lunch..."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Okay, thank you! Whoever's coming, um... hurry."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Riot transmits, "I'll be arriving shortly as I can."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, " Hehhe thanks Jet! ..Oh. Good luck!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Once you get here, be careful! There are two Mavericks on-site. I locked one in the building, but the other is outside, and-- oh! Oh no!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Mirror Orange transmits, "Mavericks?! What happen?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "The bird guy's down too! Um-- once you get here -- I cut the power to the building. I'll guide you once you're inside."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Click. Suddenly, there's a distress signal coming from the aforementioned facility. It looks like Gatts finally went down.

Storm Owl feels the solid impact of his knuckles hitting the back of Skull Man's head. Now 100% free of the chains, the war bird pauses and looks at his still clenched fist briefly as if surprised at the damage it did. There's actually not a small amount of injury to it. He has delicate hands that weren't meant for such crude forms of attack. Storm Owl first turns his attention to the Russian soldier, ensuring that he is alive and well. The Captain stands tall over the kneeling trooper. And what does he say to this hero that fought back despite impossible odds? "You should have retreated with the others," he snaps harshly. Logic over honour. Efficiency over chivalry. Common sense over emotion.

Speaking of common sense (cough), Storm Owl spares a quick glance towards Blizzard Man. Lucky he did this, as it gives the bird of prey time to leap to the side into the snow to avoid the rolling ball of Robot Master. Whirling around while still on the ground, Storm fires off a quick burst of air from his fist that goes wide due to the abruptness of it. There goes his chance to blast Skull Man to smithereens. Least the Russian had better aim.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Hehe Someone get over there before I need to pull away from Storm."

Skull Man has disconnected.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Mirror Orange transmits, "If trouble, I come, help. But too late?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Um... I don't know. Doesn't hurt, I guess!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Storm Owl transmits, "The situation here with Tornado and myself is under control."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Jet Stingray transmits, "As far as I can tell, sounds like there is a battle that is going sour for the good guys. One of the defenders already went down, apparently another one just fell as well. Go, have fun helping good and hurting evil."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Mirror Orange transmits, "Okay! Where at? Leg tiny, not good for walk, but come!"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits coordinates. "Sorry. I'd come pick you up, but I don't want to leave them here alone."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Mirror Orange transmits, "Oh, no need to. Coming... <big thumping noises can be heard>"

Tornado Onion finishing up the whirlwind, he charges up, generating enough power to let Blizzard remember him. If Blizzard man hopes to run, it will be from something that is worth running from. He charges his generators, the air generator creating a large tornado and the electricity generator generating a shock that begins to go all around him. He waits for the time when Blizzard will try to escape. He nods to the soldier who shot at him and to Storm....

Tornado Onion forfeits a turn to charge WE.

Blizzard isn't paying much attention to the onion's awesome display of power, given he's already tasted it twice in a very short amount of time. With Skull Man scooped up within the snowball, Blizzard Man orders a pickup or something at some previously decided-upon point as the snowball rolls away into the Russian tundra. It's hard to find an object made of snow among snow. It's Blizzard's best survival tactic when he has that in mind.

The Russian, meanwhile, shakes his head in minor protest, his retort in Russian. "Only two places I could escape to from within here, both lead to danger. I do not feel I had a safe way out, unlike you. I am also a soldier. Alone, I'm no match for evil machines alone, yes. But I was prepared to die today." He rubs his neck, which is still rather sore. "I thank you for help. You saved my life. You are the hope that one day we can co-exist." He turns back to his fallen friends, one whose body is mangled beyond belief due to the earlier explosion, the other shot full of holes by Skull Man. "Are you all right, comrade?" He asks this to Storm Owl.

Blizzard Man retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Storm Owl.

Tornado Onion keeps generating the power, the tornado growing in size and charge the longer he stays within it. He rises above the ground inside of it... but apparently is out distanced, watching Blizzard man move away. Quickly he might add. He barely notices where he went afterwards but thinks Storm just might. Otherwise he stands watching Storm and waiting for his next orders, lightly wounded but beyond that completely operational.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Heheh Everything alright now?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Nana transmits, "Ummm... not yet, but..."

That cannot be a very fun way for Skull Man to travel. At least he isn't awake for it. Rising back up to his feet, Storm Owl raises his undamaged his fists and aims it in Blizzard's retreating direction even as he listens to the Russian's excuse. "Very well," he mutters. "You are welcome." Squinting with one of his optics, Storm Owl fires off a quick series of wind blasts that hit the ground around Blizzard Man, spewing up snow and ice but leaving the Robot Master unharmed. Storm knows that he can catch up to Blizzard Man, but not before he makes his rendezvous with whoever it is that's going to take him back to Skull Monument.

Lowering his fist, he now gives his attention to the Russian. "I am relatively undamaged. Thank you for your concern." Bah, Storm doesn't even bother pitting his logic rhetoric against the honour rhetoric. Especially not since the soldier just thanked him for saving his life and declared Repliforce the only possibly saviour of this country. Activating his communication systems, he quickly radios, "Fortress V, this is the Captain. Have an aerial patrol set up around our position. Robot Masters have fled bearing one three eight mark zero zero four." He knows the patrol won't find them. Robot Masters seem quite adept at getting away. "Tornado?" he now says, turning in the Onion's direction. "Are you alright?"

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Alright. I standing by. If any threat of infection best to contact me."

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Mirror Orange transmits, "I entered building."

Tornado Onion watches as the blast from Storm merely frightens or warns Blizzard man and then as he confronts the Russian military man. Afterwards however the onion is spoken too. he turns to face Commander Storm Owl and salutes, his massively oversized arm almost covering his face. "Yes Storm? Hehehe... Oh I alright. The dent he put in me hurt otherwise merely outer damage. Nothing vital wounded, barely day of repairs. Heheheh" The onion looks around the battle field once again and is curious to why they had come here to claim the pieces of scrap. Was Wily so desperate for metals such as this?

Storm Owl can't help but wonder the same thing. Surely this is not the prime pick of targets. Of course, Blizzard Man is not known for his reasoning skills (the milk after peanut butter discover notwithstanding). Storm Owl nods, "Very well. Lets head back to the Fortress V. A patrol will be here shortly to relieve us. If the others need us-" There seems to be activity elsewhere, "-Then we can redeploy if they are desperate for additional firepower." Storm Owl would hope that isn't the case. "Well done," he then mutters to both the Russian soldier and Red Alert mascot. Praise rarely given, praise reluctantly given.

The Russian peers back to the dead bodies while the two larger reploids converse among one another, though he does take note of Storm Owl's praise. "Thank you. We should be all right for now. This was the second attack today in a very short amount of time. First by rebels, now Robot Masters." Some of those weapon supplies were damaged in the first explosion, but he sees to it that the recoverable weaponry will find its use against future assaults. Heck, there's no telling if there's a third one coming in tonight. Being a part of the Russian military is a very dangerous thing. "I will see to the burial of my fellow men." It should be noted that this is all in Russian, natch!

Tornado Onion nods to Storm owl and laughs a bit. "Heheheh I ready for battle whenever need be Commander. I check up on their status as well. Oh! And thank you sir!" He goes to check with the radio to see if all is going well as well as heading back to the Fortress V. He salutes one last time and heads toward the FV , spinning slowly then sliding faster toward it. If there is any problems he should be able to reach the trouble area within a certain amount of time, give or take a few... half-hours. Well to the FV.

[Radio: (E) Joint-Secure] Tornado Onion transmits, "Heheh How is the situation now?"

Storm Owl turns towards the Russian and says, "Sergeant... Petrova, is it?" He asks, peering down at the man's name tag briefly. Storm Owl nods, remembering the name for later. "Do you believe that your leaders would accept Repliforce taking control of the training and coordination of the Russian military?" Not that Petrova would know for sure, of course, but getting the average soldier's opinion certainly couldn't hurt. It's an idea that's been brewing ever since Storm laid eyes on this 'supply depot'.

Storm Owl then turns to Tornado, returning the salute with a sharp, picture-perfect one of his own. He waits for the response from the Russian before making his way back home.

"It is very difficult to say, as I am not my leaders," Sergeant Petrova states. "But I believe the world must stand together for peace. We have done this before, we must do it again and keep it that way. It is a shame that our people are fragmented and scattered in a time of need."

After checking over the remaining supplies in the wreckage, Petrova starts checking his own equipment. He knows the borrowed rifle is in good condition, but this is something he's careful about. Never mind what went through his head during battle. He's coming off a battle high. "You would have to take up the matter with them, but in times of danger they are very careful about speaking with outsiders. I hope you understand." Yes, it's all still in Russian. This should be going without saying.

Storm Owl nods in understanding. "Thank you, Sergeant. Do not hesitate to contact me if you need any more assistance here." Storm Owl takes one last look around at this dump. If this isn't the inspiration one needs to start fixing this army, then I don't know what is. If all soldiers are as brave as Petrova, then at least we have a good foundation for its reconstruction. Giving one final nod as a farewell, Storm Owl's short but sturdy wings spread outwards, and he flies back into the bitter cold night air after Tornado.

With Storm Owl's take of leave, Petrova's left to his business. First, to give his men a proper burial. He's been holed up in this wreckage for a few days by now, but now's as good a time as any to move to a safer location. He still has those duties as a human being to attend to.

As for Blizzard Man, he sits on a transport going back to the Monument, resting up against a seat but not in the seat because it's too small for him, and wonders to himself while the excessive electrical energy and the increased heat strain it brings along to his systems...

Where the heck did Sewage Shark go? Oh well, he'll drop off the materials at the Monument he's sure!

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Message: 15/90 Posted Author

AAR: Russian Parts Run Sat Mar 19 Blizzard Man

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<It's not a spinny. It's a rotatey! Whatever. I give up. Anyway, Blizzard's on the screen. It's a chest shot up - a few bullet wounds and things sparking, but he seems to be in one peace.>

"It's Blizzard, eh? OK! Yoo see, I brooght along Sewage Shark (picture, which is upside down) and Skull Man (picture, which is of his rump) along for a supply raid in Russia, since it's cold and I'm best suited for that kind of thing, eh? Sewage Shark may not be one of us, but he sort of foond me! He's good at compacting stuff into cubes like Dust Man, eh? I thooght he'd be aboot as helpful as me! I didn't tell him what we were needed things for, so the secret's still safe, eh?"

"I foond this oot in Russia! I thooght there'd be stuff inside, but there were Russians too! Sewage Shark and Skull Man took two of them oot, I didn't think we had to but it allowed us access to the stuff, but then Storm Owl (picture, with his head pasted on a turkey) and, uh, some onion (picture of an onion with a question mark next to it) foond us! They took oot Skull Man and the onion knocked off my toque, but Sewage Shark ran off with materials before I coold show the onion what for, eh? I think there was a third too, I don't know, but I'm glad we got oor stuff! I, uh, coold use medical attention maybe, let me s--"

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