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"Oh come on! You wouldn't even consider one measly date with me after things quiet down?"

Standing in the shadow of a doorway. both 'pythons' out and dangerous, was Aekea's own little heart breaker, Liam. He was making quite the show of it as usual, as he puckered up his lips and laid a nice wet one on each arm.

"Not unless ya' want this wrench somewhere it wasn't meant to be, buddy!" The exasperated reply came from a hunkered down figure, who took the time to lean back and up a bit, stretching out her sore back.

The orange and yellow checkered bandanna did a good enough job of holding back her blue head of hair, but there was still sweat that built up along her forehead, making the scar there itch something fierce.

Both sleeves were rolled up and her overalls were dangerously open in the middle, which only made Liam linger all the more as he couldn't help but check out her rack every now and then. "...'sides, shouldn't you be watching the door, like I asked ya' too!" She shot the pretty boy a sharp look, even as he remained standing there, oblivious as usual and smiling that dolty smile of his.

"Hey-- hey, relax. I'm on it." Liam waved, as he turned on his heel heading back outside.

HUMANS. I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU.

The mechanical comment brought Sam back into focus, even as she wryly brought the wrench about and waggled it towards the source. "Well, I'd much rather be working on my cars Ribateau-- but it's kinda hard to do anything at the moment!"

Indeed it was... as the undead assault had been ongoing for some time now. Things were looking pretty grim, and before they got any worse, the few people with any wits about them left in Aekea had already decided on a course of action...

For Aekea had a secret.

A very...mechanical secret.

WE'LL DO ANYTHING WE CAN TO HELP OF COURSE! ALTHOUGH I ONLY SPECIALIZE IN BASE FLOOR AND WALL TILES.

Sam grumbled as she put up with Bildeau's endless pandering. She honestly didn't know what was worse.. Liam or Bild'... "Well, look. Like I said... you guys have a lot more than just house decoration in you're programming."

IT IS FORBIDDEN FOR US...YOU HUMANS MADE IT SO. OR IS THAT SIMPLY INCONVENIENT FOR YOU FLESH BA --AH-- HUMANS TO UNDERSTAND?

Sam squinted hard, banging her wrench hard against Rib' insides. "Oops. Sorry!" Not...

OHHHH I AM SO GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE! I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR LOVE SAAAAM!

"Great-- how about you guys keep quiet a bit, while I try not to fry your CPU's?" She smiled wide, eyes closed as the three Bot's suddenly felt a cold shock run through their servo's.



"Ladies--- Ladies!" Liam shouted out, arms spread open even as two figures suddenly blurred forward. Blinking, Liam smiled even wider, if that was at all possible, as each arm soon became occupied with women.

Two to be exact.

"Why'd you leave us!!"

"That was absolutely horrible of you!"

"I'm sorry! Seriously! I promise each of you a personal Gun Show when this is over!" He smiled and winked.

The Von Helsons...after the little incident with Natasha, they had been less forgiving and more...well...more everywhere. He had enthralled them with his stupid sexy body, and they were hooked for good.

So it wasn't much of a strength to get the vampiric duo to act as his personal bodyguards, while the fighting above the city worsened. It wouldn't be long before the entire city was flooded with undead as well... if all the news reports were right anyway.

He had been trying to ask Sam out for the entire week (Natasha...turned out to be more of a woman than even Liam could handle), when the whole 'invasion' had begun.

It was Sam, and a few hectic calls around the city who had gotten it into her head to do what no citizen of Aekea was allowed to do: Use the Bots...

So here they were--- located smack dab in the middle of town (right where that ******** huge crane is), with the Von Helsons guarding the perimeter and Liam keeping them both pliable and willing to do the work, while Same worked inside trying to bring the Bot's battle settings online.

Vengeance shuddered as it was struck by all those missiles, smoke pouring out of the blasted holes in its hull, but the airship remained afloat. Vengeance returned fire with its main cannon, bombarding the base and its missile silos and autocannons and the seemingly abundant number of other highly destructive and seemingly heavily defended weapons systems with dozens of mid-size (30-ft. diameter) beams of pure negative energy.

(Roll) On the ground, two of the twelve Necromorphs were blasted back by the firepower aimed in their general direction, while all the others evaded, fanning out to surround the base and flank them from all sides. The two that were blasted got right back up to their feet, however, and resumed charging toward the soldiers manning the weapons with feral speed. They were obviously more than the typical monsters the soldiers have been dealing with thus far.

"Damnit," Captain Krik cursed, "Why aren't they all dead yet? We should have already occupied this damn city and began with the next phase. Why are they still alive?!"

"Captain, perhaps it is time we used it," Commander Smock stated.

"It? You mean...? Yes... Perhaps we should. Ohula, get the Draconis III on the line. We are going to need Lord Zauviir's authorization to use it."

As the gates whirred open the forces at the gate gave out a large cheer, their companions having succeeded. This was only met seconds later by horror as they saw the large metal contraptions spill out the gate and head towards them. Immediately a force that was trying to get into the city was turning, trying to make space between themselves and the machines, to get combat effective. Of course, the force was so large, that it took a while to move, so the troops at the front line would be decimated, unable to defend themselves they would be finished quickly.

The mages would need to handle this, quickly mages began taking to the skies, and began to blast the large machines with torrents of flames. The body and bone mages would be useless here, their attempts to kill the drivers made useless by their robotic bodies.

Within the army, Body-slaves tried to make their way to the front of the lines, the large hulking armored masses would try to forcibly stop the machines, although it would take a while for them to get to the front of the forces, until then the front lines would have to deal with the losses.

The mages that were walking around in the air began to target the wheels on the vehicles, aiming to heat them fast enough for the tires to pop, causing the vehicles to slow down to almost nothing. In the mean time, the other mages began shielding the mages within the air, taking away from shielding in the army ranks, the harvesters not really being practical for shielding against. Any rocks launched against the mages would bounce back and away, simply descending into the mess that was the army.

By this time, some Body-slaves had made their way to the front of the army, and had begun launching themselves on the Mack trucks, smashing at windows as they went. Being the large hulks they were, any rocks would not deter them heavily, perhaps dent their armour, but certainly not kill them.

More time had passed, and the army had managed to scatter more from the large vehicles. The heavy armour would certainly damage the harvesters, or anything with blades in fact, the brittle armour taking a toll on the blades of the harvesters. Added to that the occasional blade that became stuck in the wheels of the machines, and they would face a serious problem in movement.

As the machines began to move further from the gates, the army began to encompass them, troops coming up from behind to assault any of the slower moving vehicles. Troops behind the machines began to launch spears at the robots within the trucks. Anything to stop their assault.

Meanwhile, from still further in the ranks of the army, the abominations of the flesh began to move, crushing the odd soldier that was foolish enough to get in their way. These reptilian beasts stood at a good twenty feet in height, cold blooded, fanged, toothed, and keening for the oil of the enemies. Their screeches echoed over the battleground as they made their way to the trucks and combiners. They cast mighty shadows like an obscene spider, their six limbs moving in horrific manners, not to mention the two daunting sickle like appendages curving from their shoulder blades.

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If the farm equipment had been in the middle of a field when the tires blew, things might have gone a bit more smoothly. Unfortunately, they were on what could have passed for a smooth highway. The tires blew, shot air out, then started flopping around. Thirty five wasn't an extremely unreasonable speed, sure, they probably could have lost some control, but they were in a tight formation as it was. Hardly any room to swerve into one another and all.

At some point the thresher gears would just start smoking, and the blades stopped threshing. Still, Dead Men were just getting run the ******** over by now as farm machinery charged through the crowd. Those hit might not have been killed by the combines, but as the tractors pulled overhead the cultivators would punch down and puncture/smash anything underneath.

Trucks swerved, a few robots fell out of the back, and they just kept throwing rocks. If anything grabbed ahold of the sides, they'd use their super robot strength to deliver crushing blows sans rocks, or just try to pry the things off. Nothing really seemed to be standing in the way of the vehicles, though. With the thresher motors disabled the harvesters were able to punch the accelerators and keep going at a fairly steady speed despite blown up tires, and the mack trucks had more than enough momentum to plow through a horde of people.

Reyin was sitting back, enjoying the wonders of air conditioning when he caught his first glimpse of the giant things in the back of the ranks. Reyin furrowed his brow, pushed out his lower lip, and narrowed his eyes.

Yep, sure enough there those things were, tall as a small building.

The farm equipment wasn't exactly small in size, either. It wasn't twenty feet off the ground, but the top of the cabin was easily close to fifteen.

And, with a sigh, Reyin stood up in the cabin, patted the robot driving on the shoulder, and snatched up his sword.

"Just isn't my day."

With the fire mages concentrating on the mack trucks, that left Reyin plenty of time to kick open the door to the cabin and climb up to the roof of the combine. He balanced atop the cabin, crouched down low with his sword held in front of him, still sheathed.

The mack trucks were, well, getting hot. But the engines would overheat long before the reinforced steel and glass started to overheat.

As it stood, the radiator of each truck was building up a lot of pressure, but as the center of the army continued to get decimated they could focus less of their attention on the army and more on the mages trying to cook their transports.

Apparently rocks weren't doing the trick, so one truck swerved through a crowd of Dead Men, a trio of Aekean robots piled out, and before anyone really knew what was going on, a mack truck was hurtling towards the air at a group of fire mages. It was also on fire and spitting rocks as it spun end over end, but whatever.

The robots that piled out hopped into one of the remaining trucks as it rolled on past, hanging off the sides.

Reyin, meanwhile, was working his magic. He had climbed down from the roof, balanced on the thresher, and was pushing hard against a broken threshing blade that had split clean down the middle.

Once he had succeeded in pushing the blade out part ways, he clambered back up to the roof and locked eyes with the closest giant thing to him.

It roared.

Reyin smiled.