ITT:WE ARE THE JOINT AMERICAN-AZTEC FORCES VS THE ARGENTINE-NAZI HORDE

-Unfortunately for the prototype, one of the Eagle Warriors had managed to, before the sudden transformation of the mech crushed him, cut a major conductor that powers the transformation sequence. This causes the metamorphosis to abruptly cease, and the mech is now stuck halfway between aircraft and mech while still in the air-

-From the forest, a pair of binoculars watches the battle; a pair of skeletal hands hold them, a bony index finger rapping out a bouncy melody; the hands are connected to bony arms, clothed in tan uniform fabric; the arms are connected to bony shoulders, padded and with epaulets; between the shoulders is a skull, painted red and with crosses carved into the cheekbones, an old peaked cap set atop it; the head swivels around to look behind it, and two hundred faces above tan uniforms grin back at it; a voice spoken as if through a megaphone sings out-

El Coronel: Mis hombres, es hora de que llevamos la fiesta de vuelta a estos perros rabiosos. ¿Quién está conmigo?!

-A deafening and lusty shout answers him, before the whole ghastly, festive crew clatters forth from the forest, some firing their guns in the air, others firing off tank shells for the same effect, various images draped about the vehicles, a chaplain watching with a smile from a personnel carrier towards the center-

"My men, it's time to bring the party back to those mad dogs. Who's with me?!"

edited 11th Sep '10 11:30:11 AM by Colonial1.1

"Captain Miller, Mexican units are joining the battle, vector Whiskey Alpha Sandman."

Miller nods as he hears the transmission on his radio's earphone.

"Thank you."

He sets the radio to a different frequency, trying to contact the Mexican commander.

"This is Captain Rob Miller, DIA, any way we could help you guys?"

edited 3rd Sep '10 4:12:51 PM by catfish42

- El Coronel laughs heartily as he opens the return channel, more festive music playing in the background; this time, no noise comes from the officer's jaws, open as they are; the US operative just hears a clear voice on his end-

Ah! You COIN boys are in this too, eh? Well, really, all we need is some fire support against Señor Jello over there. We'll handle the birds and cats, too, if your men would join our little fiesta.

-several anti-armour and firework rounds fly into the Chupacabra's face while the whooping infantry begin strafing the eagle warriors they can see-

edited 3rd Sep '10 11:50:34 PM by Colonial1.1

-the great beast's surface ripples visibly as the shells strike it; it staggers slightly under the impact, but is otherwise not visibly damaged. The Chupacabra's proboscis retracts as it turns to look at its undead assailants; then the beast bellows again, and the appendage lances out to snap up an entire squad's worth of skeletal infantry in one shot. The undead Mexicans can be seen getting whisked along the proboscis and into the main body of the Chupacabra, were they rapidly begin to dissolve-

"Alright, I'll see whether we can divert something from the other operations. Mudbugs where are you?"

"Just finishing up that village you mentioned, sir, we'll be with you shortly."

"Hurry, we got a bit of a problem here."

Miller continues to watch the battle from his position.

Night.

edited 3rd Sep '10 5:25:34 PM by catfish42

-El Coronel tsks, holding up a device and pointing it at the beast; now that their uniforms have been eaten away, one can see the boxy devices in the centres of their ribcages; El Coronel waves, and his men salute; he then presses the large red button and the belly of the beast detonates, hundreds of bones being propelled at terrific speeds back into the jungle-

-the pilot turns to his controls and begins rapidly hitting buttons, the metal wiggles and grinds, but won't budge. As I last ditch attempt he tries pushing the last bit of metal into place himself, but nothing works-

Screw this!

-the pilot hits a button and he is ejected from the craft, flying away at high speeds. The colossus smashes into the ground, completely destroyed-

-meanwhile the dropship attempts to pull to the side to avoid the proboscis, some of the marines on board fire at the chupacabra-

Oh, we've got a bird down. Denying now.

-Thunderchief drops a single bomb on the collosus and watches the resulting explosion-

I love those fireworks!

-the chupacabra howls horrifically at the explosion, but swiftly regains its cohesion. It turns to face the dropship as the soldiers' rounds strike it, and bellows as it once again launches its proboscis at the irritating aircraft-

-the dropship attempts to turn away from the shot but it catches it on the side. The engine starts to burn-

This is dropship 1, we're going into an emergency landing. Hold tight!

-the dropship hits a tree as it comes down, spinning it to one side. One of the colossus turns into mech mid-air and lands with a smash underneath the dropship, it grabs it just before it hits the ground and puts it on the ground safely. The other dropship goes to land next to the colossus for protection-

-the chupacabra's proboscis tears a hole in the damaged side of the dropship and slithers its way in, searchinf for the crew. In short order it finds a soldier, splits open and swallows him up, transporting the hapless fellow into the creature's main mass; those outside can see the poor fellow shrieking and flailing about as he is rapidly stripped down to his skeleton and beyond-

-Augustine grins as he watches the chupacabra go to work, then pivots in his chair to address a man clad in the grey fatigues of the SS-

You see, Oberstgruppenfuppenfuhrer Tautenkopf, we have the situation well in hand. I doubt that your men will even need to deploy their fantomas.

-the Oberstgruppenfuhrer grunts, the expression n his craglike face fixed and unchanging-

Your reliance on flesh-shaping technology may prove to be your undoing, Comandante. In any case, I am merely here to oversee these operations and ensure that they proceed smoothly; the Fuhrer will be quick to pull funding if this whole venture turns out to be a massive waste of time.

-Augustine scowls at this, but says nothing, and returns to directing the Chupacabra's movements-

"Captain, Mudbugs incoming."

Two small aircraft, each driven by two sets of short-bladed, contra-rotating propellers, mounted on the front and rear of the fuselage respectively, roar past a group of high trees, their wings loaded with missiles, bombs and a variety of other weapons and start strafing the Chupacabra.

-The Mexican infantry charge through the jungle, hunting for potential targets-

-Several of them are picked off by the Jaguar Warriors, who dart out from the undergrowth, tear one or two of the undead apart, and immediately retreat, the dense jungle inhibiting any attempt to follow them-

-the third colossus/gunship is still in the air, it aims at the chupacabra and fires a salvo of missiles that seem to be emitting a blue flame. The other colossus that has landed fires off a weird object onto the floor. The object whirs a bit, and then a blue projected shield comes out around the two dropships and the colossus. The colossus's pilot's voice rings out-

Yes! The damage dampener is up. Quickly! Ground forces to me!

-a platoon of skeletons charges over to the colossus, firing their guns in the air-

-the Chupacabra howls in pain and rage as the salvoes and the kamikaze skeletons set its gelatinous mass ablaze. It flails about violently, losing its cohesion as it begins to collapse into an enormous puddle of burning sludge-

-the Oberstgruppenfuhrer frowns at this display, then turns to face Augustine-

Tautenkopf: Well, mein kammerade, it seems your chupacabra has been slain. Now I shall have my men ready their geisterbombers for takeoff.

Augustine: That may not be necessary, mi amigo.

-The rain continues to come down, and as Itzacoyotl continues to beat his staff upon the ground, it pools and flows in a completely unnatural manner, the torrential rain across several square miles pooling and forming into a single temporary river that comes roaring down with the force of a train towards the undead-

edited 5th Sep '10 11:10:15 AM by MadeOfAxes

-The soldiers look towards the flow of the water, then turn their grinning faces to each other-

''¿Tienes los barcos?"

-Several of them with the largest packs nod, throwing them on the ground before cutting the strings holding them closed; six large, camouflaged dingies autoinflate into readiness, the infantry jumping in-

-Itzacoyotl smiles-

Hehehe. My traitorous fellows appear to not remember the old stories. Not surprising.

-A shadow streaks down the newly-created river-

-the puddle that is the chupacabra floats atop the river, not dispersing or merging within the water. The gelatinous mass begins to bubble and churn, and suddenly it erupts towards the dingies manned by the Mexican skeletons, flooding over one and beginning to digest the soldiers using it with a horrific, high-pitched shriek-

-The man approaches the river.-

There... the river... you must...

-He pauses. Is he hearing voices now? Nevertheless, he approaches the wide expanse with caution.-

-Thunderchief notices the chaos-

"Uh, this is Firebird One asking for a sitrep, over."

-the Chupacabra rapidly congeals into a new form as it digests the undead soldiers; rather than being humanoid, it now resembles a horrendous cross between a snake and a massive leech. Its head splits open, revealing a maw full of glistening crystalline teeth, and it begins to trill loudly as a long, forked tongue lances out to spear the second dingie and draw it in-