Colossus By Design: Entry 0111 - War, Part 3

[January 15, 2146]
[South American Wasteland, former South American continent]

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Both groups stare back at each other; the Epsilon, Delta, and Betas are on one side; the Alpha, Gamma, Zeta, and Warmongers are on the other. Neither one of them makes a move for a brief few moments.

Finally, the Epsilon makes the first move and cackles to all his underlings. All of them fly low to the ground towards their enemies, with the Epsilon at the front and leading the pack. In response, the Warmongers and the Alpha charge in on foot whilst the Zeta and Gamma fly low to the ground as well.

The Alpha and Epsilon clash in a power struggle in the middle of the fray, whilst the Gamma and Zeta force the Delta upwards to the sky to engage in a dogfight with him. Whilst all that is going on, the Betas surround the Warmongers, making multiple coordinated aerial strikes; the machines struggle to keep track of them all.


(Thomas Scott): SASHA, STOMP THE AREA!

(Sasha Kalashnikov): ON IT!


Tzar Bomba V2 initiates the concussive emitters in her feet and continually stomps on the ground, forcing large amounts of dust to be kicked up that hold off the Betas' assault briefly.


(Thomas Scott): KAREN! FAN SHIELD!

(Karen Marais): UNDERSTOOD!


Union's Warrior activates her spinning shield, churning the dust into a large shroud around the entire group of Warmongers as well as the Alpha and Epsilon brawling beside them; this leaves the Betas hovering over the battlefield in confusion and unable to make out what's going on within it.

Back in the skies above the ground skirmish, the Delta is evading several blasts from both the Zeta and Gamma; the sheer volume of fire coming its way making this task exponentially more difficult. However, in an unexpected twist, the Delta suddenly stops in flight; the Gamma and Zeta fly right past him. The Delta, having given them the slip, lets loose energy beams from all of his tentacles at his two opponents, but the Gamma manages to dodge or deflect them with his shell.

The Zeta isn't so lucky; multiple beams impact both her wings at once, sending her into free-fall. The Gamma, noticing this, quickly goes after her, managing to catch her on his shell and land back on the ground; he gently lets her slide off to lay on the ground. Enraged at this failed attempt to down the Zeta, the Delta flies after the two of them with intense fury.

Utterly focused on those two, the Delta is slow to react as the Epsilon is thrown out of the dust cloud surrounding the ground skirmish and directly impacts him. The two are thrown off course for several hundred meters before ending up in a pile on the ground behind the Gamma and Zeta.

The Betas, having scattered momentarily to evade the thrown body of their master, group up once more around the dust cloud; all of their mouths are open and glowing, ready to fire into the cloud. However, several bright glows light up within the shroud, and a flurry of plasma, shells, up-scaled rounds, particle beams, and missiles all fly out at them, catching them off guard. The flurry of firepower completely clears the dust, revealing the Warmongers and the Alpha all letting loose their ranged attacks; they blow away nearly all of the Betas in a single coordinated assault. Only around half a dozen remain, whom fly off into the sky.

The Epsilon throws the Delta off of him with one of his heads and gets back up to his two feet. He cackles angrily at the fleeing Betas, but these screams fail to bring them back. He turns his attention back to his enemies, grabbing hold of the Delta and lifting his underling back up to his feet with one of his heads.

The Zeta is beginning to recover, weakly hovering above her allies, and the Alpha and the Warmongers join her and the Gamma as they face the Delta and the Epsilon; the two of them are now alone. The Zeta's antennae begin to glow, but she falls back onto the ground. She attempts to get back to her feet, but the Alpha stands over her, growling, and the Zeta lays back down submissively.

Thunder and lightning boom across the skies, illuminating the battlefield.


(Thomas Scott): Okay, Alpha, Gamma.


The Alpha and Gamma turn to Freedom of Justice in response.


(Thomas Scott): You two, take care of the Epsilon, We'll handle the Delta.


The Gamma is about to make a move, but the Alpha stops him and gives him a stern look, causing the giant turtle to back off. He looks back at Freedom of Justice, and gives a small nod.


(Thomas Scott): Alright, Warmongers, we're gonna take on ol' tentacles there, whilst these two give the big guy what for. The Zeta will stay behind and sit this one out. AM I UNDERSTOOD?

(Everyone): YES SIR!

(Thomas Scott): Then move out!


The Warmongers run ahead towards the Delta, whilst the Alpha and Gamma charge at the Epsilon.