A/n: This is Si1ver_Skies.

Si1ver: Hi-

A/n: Shh! And this is Harbinger.

Harbinger: Hel-

A/n: SHH!

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The Great Dunes of Vacuo, an endless sea of sand with the occasional bolder dotting the landscape. Among this vast definition of fuck all sits a small oasis of a pond with a handful of pom trees surrounding it. To any poor sod lost in the desert, it's either salvation or a sick trick of the mind. Either way, the small area suddenly gets crushed by a giant bolder. An abnormally large bolder. Suddenly, the area around becomes engulfed in shadow as another building sized bolder crashes down just a ways away. Not long after, the first bolder is lifted up in the air and sent forward ahead of the second. The large shadow following suit.

Both bolders attached to a humongous beast of sand and rock, the Mountain.

The colossal rock monster, eyes and maw glowing with unnatural energy, prowls across the Great Dunes in search of anything, anything to crush in one step. That's all this beast wants. Find, crush, repeat. Whether it be man, Grimm, or watering holes, it didn't matter to it.

As it goes about its business, two distant ballistic missiles streak across the sky and strike it in the side of the head. The missiles detonate on contact and causes smoke and fire to engulf half of its stony face. Unfazed, the Mountain whips its head through the smoke to where the missiles came from. The dull light in its eyes quickly brightens to the assualt as a low guttural rumble bellows out of its gaping maw.

Off in the distance are several tanks and assualt jets barreling towards the Titan of Vacuo. A combination of sleek modern vehicles alongside old reused war machines traveling across the sands to combat the giant foe. More missiles launching from the occasional war rig to hit the Mountain.

Shrugging off more missiles, the Mountain starts stomping towards them. The earth shaking with every step it takes.

Back over at the attack convoy, among the aerial infantry, three bombers soar through the sky with lethal packages primed for delivery. Within one of the three bombers is a pilot by the name of Curt.

Curt: Yeah, I'm back.

Hands firmly on the controls, he flies alongside his allies as the sight of a giant fuck off monster soon comes into view.

Curt: Ho hoooly shit, you are a big bastard.

Radio: Vulture 1 to 2 and 3, confirm visual of the target. Over.

Vulture2: Target confirmed to Vulture 2. Over.

Curt: No fucking shit.

He reaches over to the radio and flips on his connection.

Curt: Target confirmed to Vulture 3. Over.

Vulture1: You know the debrief. 1 and 2 are to fly by and carpet bomb the target with the terraforming bombs, this will reduse it to sand. 3 is to drop incendiary charges for the final run, thus glassing it. Over.

Curt: Shit on him with beans and burn his ass with a chalupa, got it. I'll hang back and let you two get started. Over.

Doing as he said, Curt pulls back and allows his comrades to get in the first hits. Vultures 1 and 2, along with the other jets and tanks, descend upon the stone beast within seconds. Bullets, missiles, and all sorts of heavy ordinance pepper the Mountain as it brings up one foot in the air.

Curt: Oh shit-

The colossal foot comes crashing back to the ground. The resulting force of the stomp causes sand to kick up in the air. Not just a plume of sand being kicked up, but a wave of earth and stone bellowing from the ground to form a sand storm.

Whether by sheer strength of the stomp or supernatural abilities, the sand storm soon engulfs everything within a few miles. Practically zero visibility is given to anyone trapped. The only things that can be seen through the dust is sudden flashes of artillery here and there, and the faint red glow piercing the sand storm. That's all the three Vultures need. Wasting no time, Vulture 1 flies the bomber overhead towards the target. Pressing a few buttons in the penispit, the pilot primes the bombs and prepares to drop the load.

Now almost above the Mountain, a hatch beneath the jet opens up to reveal half a dozen explosives ready for drop.

Vulture1: Deploying payload.

A mechanical clank is heard through the hull as all six terraform bombs slide out and sail towards the Mountain. Probably. Hard to tell with all the sand. Doesn't matter, it's easily known the bombs hit their mark as several bright flashes pierce the sand storm as a hellish howl echoes out. Vulture 1 quickly flys away before the blast could reach the jet.

The explosions from the earth shaping bombs tear into the rocks that make up the majority of the gaint beast, turning most of the stone to sand and fly off in the air. The force of the blast causes the air around the Mountain to clear of sand, revealing the creature wobbling around as large chunks of its body are missing or falling away. Still standing, though.

Vulture 2 flies around to prepare for the second bombardment.

Regaining what counts as composure, the Mountain spots the oncoming bomber. The ominous light from its face quickly shine brighter, suddenly causing the sand storm to kick back up around it. Once again bringing visibility back to nothing. This time, however, the Mountain's familiar glowing maw soon disappears. Vulture 2 immediately veers off to find signs of the beast.

Vulture2: I've lost visual on the target! Does anyone have-

With a heinous roar, the familiar red glow engulfs Vulture 2's vision as the pilot unknowingly flies right into the Mountain's wide open mouth. Another multitude of explosions is seen through the sand storm as radio connection with Vulture 2 is suddenly cut to static.

Vulture1: Vulture 2? Vulture 2, come in! Over.

Curt: He's dead. If we're lucky, that did what we needed.

Not long after, the storm quickly begins to dissipate as sand is suddenly traveling to a singular point. Not long after, the desert air soon clears up and reveal what little remaining forces that survived the storm.

Back to the sand, what was once a vicious storm is now spinning into a tornado. The same red glow faintly showing in the center of it all.

Curt: Are you fucking kidding me?

Vulture: Vulture 3, prepare your bombing run. Over.

Letting out a few personal favorite words over the situation, Curt flies his jet around to get ready to drop hellfire on the..... The hell do you even call this thing now? The Twister? The now aforementioned creature known as Twister now starts tearing through the desert and sucking up any forces dumb enough to get close, the vehicles exploding into balls of fire from within soon after.

Flying closer to the airborne monster, Curt presses some buttons around him to prepare the bombing.

Curt: Deploying payload... God, that sounds gay.

Hitting the release button, a low thump emanates from behind him.... and that's it. No sounds of wind whistling between the hatches or the familiar sound of metal scraping metal. Just a thump and that's it. Curt quickly looks down to the button he knows releases the bombs.

Curt:... Uhm, deploying payload?

Click. Click... Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.

Curt: Oh shit.

Looking back up, Curt spots a hand shaped sand mass flying right at him.

Curt: OH SHIT!

He jolts the joystick to the side and barely maneuvers out of harm's way. Avoiding the bitchslap of the century, Curt stabilizes his bomber and lets out an aggravated sigh.

Vulture1: Vulture 3, you didn't deploy your payload. What happened? Over.

Curt: This old rusty piece of shit is absolutely useless! The bombs are stuck!

Looking out the side window, Curt spots one of the other planes flying by the Twister. Only to get sucked in before exploding not long after.

Curt:...... Oh, this is so not gonna work.

He flies back around for another flyby at the gaint freak. Spotting the same red glow, Curt gets a bead on his target and flies the bomber at it.

Vulture1: Vulture 3, what are you doing? You just said your payload was stuck. Over.

Curt: I'm about to ram this fossil right into this bastard's face! And stop saying over, you sound like a tool.

Gaining turbulence, Curt keeps the bomber stabilized as he continues to fly towards the somewhat sentient storm. The closer he gets, the louder his screams got.

Curt: OhshitohshitohshitOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIIIIIIT!!!

With little time before impact, Curt grabs a hold of the ejector handle and yanks it with all his might.

With a metallic snap and the sudden sound of rushing wind, Curt flies out of the bomber along with the seat. Not long after, the parachute comes out as he begins to fall. The bomber continues flying towards the Twister, albeit a bit wobbly without a pilot now.

Without delay, the bomber is consumed be the Twister and disappears within the sand. Not long after, a large explosion is detonated from within as fire soon launches out and dance around. The Twister soon becomes engulfed in flames, turning into a whirlwind of hellfire now. The heat of the blast catches Curt's parachute and launches him further up in the air.

As the oversized burning tasmanian devil continues to spin, the heat from the incendiary charges soon begin burning the sand. Turning the whole thing into glass. Overtime, the flames begin to die down as a strange shine comes through.

A few minutes later, the flames dissipate, and what could be described as modern art is revealed. Standing tall was the once feared Mountain, turned Twister, turned glass statue. Inside the glass is yet the very same red glow that has been present throughout this whole ordeal, fluttering and flying around inside.

All remaining ground and air forces close by soon lit the damn thing up with bullets, missiles, and almost anything else that can be launched at high velocity. Large chunks of glass break away with every hit as the whole thing is being reduced to shards. Not long after, the gaint glass statue soon topples over onto the sand, more shards shattering on impact.

Up in the sir, Curt slowly descends back down while kicking his legs back and forth whilst laughing his ass off.

Curt: Hahahahahahahaha! Ohhhhahahahahah! AAAAhahahahaaaaa! I can't believe none of that killed me! Hoooooly shit, I'm about to piss myself.

Whilst he comes back down, the same red glow within the pile of glass slowly seeps out. As it escapes and makes contact with the air, the red color turns to black and evaporates. Indicating that the Titan of Vacuo is finally dead.

[Location: Grimm Castle]

Somewhere in the infamous basement, You tinker around with fixing Penny. As You decide whether or not to add a built in blender, You suddenly sense a small shift in the still air and just glance over to nothing.

You:........ Well I'll be fucked, they actually managed to kill one. Hm, color me impressed.

After acknowledging this one victory to the mortals, you turn back to the disassembled android and decide to add the blender.

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Somewhere in Mistral, our three comrades of camaraderie surround a tied up soldier leaning against a tree.

Mistralsoldier: I-I already told you, I'm just a lowly grunt, I don't know anything about the Dryad's location!

Regret: And I already told you, I know you're lying! So tell us, or it's another knuckle sandwich for your face hole! Like so.

Regret pulls back another fist to punch the poor sap. As his fist goes flying in, the soldier ducks his head to the side in fear. Regret's fist makes contact with the tree and immediately lets out several pops and snaps.

Regret: Oh-Jesus Christ!

Once he lets out a yelp of pain, Regret falls over and clutches his broken hand.

Regret: AHH FUCK!

p0zi0ner: Oh God!

Regret: Oh my arm!

p0zi0ner: Oh God, Regret!

Regret: Aaurgh!

p0zi0ner: Regret, you broke your goddamn arm!

Regret: N-no I didn't! This is just a new interrogation technique! Ahh-ow!

As p0zi0ner tries to help Regret, War just looks on and pisses himself laughing at the whole thing. All the while, the Mistral soldier takes his chance and manages to escape.