Just realized that I missed the chance to name the combined force the "GDI" (Gate Defense Initiative. haha wow.
also tfw you realize the rating filter is set to the default "K - T", no wonder nobody was "updating". Oops.
Apocolyptia ignored the cold freezing air (welcome to Russia) of a raging blizzard blowing past her as she watched a large convoy of Epsilon units, lead by a Libra clone, pass through a ravine. From what she could see, there were plenty of armored vehicles, including Light Lasher Tanks, Heavy Psycho Tanks, Masterminds. Behind her were a large number of Mortar-Cycles and V4-Launchers, as well as Hammer Tanks and Bullfrogs, all covered in questionable amounts of tin-foil.
Their target was the large armored semi-truck carrying a larger trailer covered in tubes of...strange liquid.
Using the thick blizzard as cover, she issued a command on her radio, as the convoy was forced to halt at a demolished bridge.
The trap was triggered as mortar shells and V4 rockets flew through the air, masked by the low visibility of the current weather, in which they came crashing down on vital assets, such as the Gatling Buggies and the Psycho Tanks, taking them out of commission. Three Hammer Tanks rolled up, and activated their Leech beams, crudely but effectively tearing away the armor of a Mastermind, unable to mind control the drivers due to the tinfoil covering them, until eventually it exploded due to critical damage, giving one of the three tanks a brand new weapon.
Using that new weapon, it took control of a Lasher tank whilst firing its own gun, adding to the confusion going on down below.
Reapers jumped off of the other cliffside, smashing the unfortunate tanks with ease, ignoring the fact that they lost their legs and were now stuck. Nonetheless, they continued to fight, launching a flurry of Macross-Missile-Massacre-level barrages of rockets and grenades.
Within moments, the entire convoy, excluding the semi, was absolutely decimated.
The half-tank commando, using her suit's Magnetic Harpoon, ripped the trailer door off of its hinges, to reveal a dimly lit interior. Inside, tubing and wiring covered the trailer's walls and floor. Walking forwards without her suit on, she took notice of a large cylinder in the center.
"Damn, Apostle's got a fine rack." She muttered, pressing a few buttons on a control panel.
"DRAINING PROCESS ACTIVATED."
The container was drained, as a certain dragon-girl unceremoniously plopped down on the floor, facefirst. The sedatives began to wear off at a somewhat surprising speed, thanks to her regenerative abilities.
"Wha-...?"
"Come on, this blizzard won't last much longer! Grab your scythe and follow me!"
Not bothering to question it, the dragon girl picked up a large black scythe that was laying nearby and followed, and stared as the scrawny brunette jumped back into her tank-themed suit.
'Mother of Hardy, they're so bouncy...'
Later, at an TSU outpost, located in a Siberian train yard...
Giselle, the draconic apostle, couldn't believe how her savior could easily shrug off the freezing air.
As all experienced Pokèmon fans know, dragons don't fare well against the cold.
Even with a think fur coat, she shivered like a leaf. Sure, dragons flew up high where it was really, REALLY cold, but that was a lot more tolerable.
At least they had the decency to give her a pair of boots.
"Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Apocolyptia, the Tank Commando and second in command of the True Soviet Union. The man we have freed you from is Yuri -snrk-, who wants to control the world with his psychic powers."
For once, Giselle felt concerned for these "humans". She knew that they always fought amongst themselves, but Mother of Hardy, she didn't think that they went to such great lengths just to make weapons to kill others.
No wonder Hardy was rather intrigued by the new arrivals.
Eventually, they walked into a rather dimly lit room (thankfully, it was warm enough for her to take off the coat) with a large table covered with a map of the former Soviet territories.
There were several red thumbtacks marking TSU locations, the supply lines marked with red yarn, borders marked with black, and Epsilon territory marked with purple tacks and yarn.
"For weeks, we were close to being overrun by Yuri's forces."
"But since our leader, Sovi, risked her life to bring his existence to their knowledge, we have been able to push back against his iron grip! There's just...one small problem."
She points to a large purple X marked on the map.
"Right there, is a weapon called a Super Dominator. If we allow it to fully power up, a single blast could control entire NATIONS!" Giselle sweatdropped. Entire nations?! "There is a large flaw, though."
"Right now, he is using the human population of Russia to power up his new toy. Unfortunately, he depends too much on Matrix logic, for we have something even better." The commando said, holding a red shard of Falmarite. Giselle looked at it curiously. Was this the stuff Hardy told her about? "With this, we'll be able to power up our own weapon." Together, they walked into a much, much, MUCH LARGER room, filled with strange carriages, some of which are still being repaired by Soviet Combat Engineers.
What freaked out Giselle a little was the fact that one of them had a humanoid face on it.
Bald head.
Thick yet attractive mustache.
"And we call it...
...Stalin's Fury!"
[Okay, now back to Falmar.]
"Why the hell aren't they staying dead?!"
Currently, The 3rd Special Forces Team are in a heated battle against several suits of armor made of ectoplasm.
No matter how many they shoot down, more seem to pop up. At this point, they were starting to get backed up against a wall. (With the except of Shino and the other Rocket Angels whom were smart enough to go inside.) The Mistoids (Haha! I never forgot them!) were hard at work, healing wounds and stabbing ghost knights.
Finally, it all ended when they ditched their AKRs (Automatic Kinetic Rifles), resorting to their signature banzai charge (Or in Mike's case, a really clumsy yet effective shield bash.)
The mage who summoned them attempted to escape, before being dropkicked by Shino, where he fell off the ledge with a sickening yet somewhat satisfying thud.
Outside the mountain, a large pile of metal and bodies sat on the hillside, upon which sat Rory and Myuu, whose clothes were covered in oil stains. They had sustained light injuries, but there was nothing that a few band-aids couldn't fix.
Rory was petting Myuu between the ears, as she was busy eating another chocolate bar, and, like that one Peacekeeper mentioned in the last chapter, she purred happily, just like a cat.
"Myynn~!"
"Master Yuri, the entire group was decimated..."
"...Most unfortunate. Send in the Void Dragon to Point Omega."
"Wha-what?! Are you...I mean...yes sir..."
Once Libra left the room, Yuri sighed. His plan had started to collapse, as an increasing number bases started to report resource shortages. Even worse, Giselle managed to escape, thanks to those pesky rebels.
On the other hand, his preparations for the siege on Italica were going as planned, having his railway lines fully established and in position to bring reinforcements, as well as hauling massive railway cannons.
In this case, capturing the apostle could wait.
Princess Piña was not in a good mood. Her father, aka, the Emperor, had suddenly fallen ill, allowing her maniac of a brother, Zorzal, to take the throne. She had convinced her knights to flee, which barely allowed her to rest easier, knowing that they hopefully would be free of the bald man's mind tricks.
For now, she was resigned to her fate, sitting here in a really dark dungeon cell. Food sucked, and the only ones to keep her company were a few rats.
She could've really used a Yaoi manga right about now.
-clip clap clip clap-
She looked up upon hearing the sound of boots walking towards her cell, just in time to see someone open the door, sat a tray down on the ground, before closing the door and walking away.
On it, were some rather familiar objects, which she recognized as a knight's helm, the hilt of the Beam Sword given to her by Tatsu, and one of her spare dresses. Next to it was a note.
"Hey now, don't give up :) -Signed, Elpis"
Not caring about who this Elpis was or how they knew that she had a beam sword, but it didn't matter. It could've been simply divine intervention for all she knew.
[Database]
*Apocolyptia- Soviet half-tank bombshell commando. She uses a Kombat Suit themed around the Apocalypse Tank, armed with Magnetic Harpoons and fore-arm mounted cannons. She must reload her tank shells the same way one would reload a gun.
Lasher Tank- Epsilon light tank. Has a small spiked cylinder on the front, and a light cannon that is slightly more powerful that an Allied Guardian tank, with about the same amount of armor.
*Psycho Tank- Heavily armored tank rivaling that of an Apocalypse tank. It has a single cannon, built an fortified Mastermind chassis. Instead of mind control, it fires giant psychic blasts, that take a long time to recharge, but can easily devastate armor and infantry. Oddly enough, it's weak against structures.
Mastermind- Amphibious. Large armored vehicle that has a massive brain (not figuratively.) that can mind control up to three units. Unfortunately, they lack any form of failsafe, so if they end up controlling more than three, they will overload, which, if left unresolved, can result in self destruction.
Mortar-cycles- Soviet light bombardment unit. It's a motorcycle with a sidecar that has a mortar cannon built into it.
V4-Launchers- Soviet bombardment unit. Can use either single-warhead or multi-warhead rockets.
Hammer Tanks- Soviet MBT. Has a leech beam that it can use to repair its own armor, and can steal weapons from destroyed vehicles.
Bullfrog- Soviet AA/Troop transport. Amphibious. Lacks a conventional exit, so in order to get out, one must use the troop-cannon. Parachutes are provided free of charge.
Combat Engineer- Soviet Engineer. Identical to others in function. Can build a battle bunker. Unlike others, Soviet Engineers are armed with pistols.
Gatling Buggies- Epsilon AA/AI unit. The longer it maintains fire, the faster the rate of fire gets, to the point where it's pretty much capable of ripping through almost anything.
Reapers- "Well, at least we tried." Soviet anti-surface walkers. Poorly designed, as when it leaps, it will loose its legs upon impact. Luckily, it is heavily armored, and gains additional defense in this state. Haphazardly armed with grenades and missile silos.
Author's notes
Can't believe that i'm actually just about a little more than halfway through this story.
But don't worry, for the second battle of Italica is approaching, only then the titans will go to battle.
Also I plan to add on more to this story, rather than leaving it as a summary-fest.
If not that, then perhaps a sequel?
Gee, Dunno.
The term "Kombat Suit" was inspired by Lost Guy's CnC/Code Gaess crossover story, you should check it out.