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Somewhere in the Baltic Sea.
As the swarm flew over the slate-gray ocean, a notification pinged on Red Leader's radar.
<Two aggressors, engaged in Finland,> Red Leader chirruped over comms.
<Divert squadron and engage hostiles,> came the response from the Minds.
Red Leader issued an affirmative and peeled off from the Maxwellist drone swarm, their slaved units following Red Leader in the millions. The swarm was legion, a cloud that darkened the sky wherever they flew.
They hosted the pinnacle of military technology, fielding drones that were as large as attack helicopters and carried arsenals that would make dictators blush, to drones as small as bacterium, nanites that squirmed across the surface of others for repair and salvage.
Yet it was not enough. Millions of the worshipers of WAN had been extinguished during the sieges from the sea, killed before being able to upload to the Internet, their minds forever lost to the glory of WAN. The Maxwellists were crippled, the Cogs were handicapped, and the Church was splintered, the surprise attacks overwhelming even the Jailors ironclad failsafes.
As Red Squadron drew closer to the pings, their optics were met with an awe-inspiring sight. Mountains of bone and muscle moved and rumbled, as they turned the sea beneath into a turbulent froth, the beasts shrieked with an almost human rage.
A bear the size of a mountain, with too many limbs and far too many teeth, shaggy with wet seaweed and crusted with bedrock, engaged with an entity that Red Leader could only describe it as "Lovecraftian" in form.
Its shape was unsymmetrical, its color red in hue, with no definable features other than its hundreds of limbs, used them to swipe at the bear, drawing blood using barbed tentacles and piercing talons. Its roiling flesh was ever changing, bringing forth the faces and anatomy of uncountable species, extant and extinct, before being replaced by yet more species. Blood continually leaked from pus-filled wounds in the skinless flesh, knitted over by thin strands of msucle just in time for the bear to riposte with another bloodied swipe. Eyes set deep within pores and high upon stalks all swiveled to observe the drone swarm.
The shoggoth lashed its numerous tentacles around the bear, drawing it close and unable for the bear to break free. The creature slowly stretched itself backwards, tearing itself almost in half to reveal a cavity that one could just barely call a mouth, filled with innumerable teeth made of large chitinous spears and jagged antlers. The creature then bit into its opponent, ripping fur and meat from the bear and pushed the bear away, giving itself a brief respite as it assimilated the new material.
The titans were evenly matched, both backing away for the brief moment that it took to heal from their gaping wounds, then colliding with each other again, hitting with such force that any other creature would be obliterated by a wayward swipe, protoplasm bursting forth from injuries that stained the gray sea with an oily slick.
As Red Leader calmly observed from cruising altitude, a stray mass of flesh was launched from the tentacled shoggoth, flying at subsonic speeds towards the swarm and embedded itself to a slaved unit, penetrating its armor with a chitinous beak. A neural cord wriggled its way into the unit's compartment and knotty, mutated neurons interfaced directly with elegant fiber-optics. As it did so, a message of barely concealed rage, was relayed to Red Leader over hijacked communications.
<Mekhanite. Your forces are great, but hers are greater. We can stand for now, but we will soon be overcome. As once enemies, join together with my Halkost and bring forth the defeat of our enemies, or Yaldabaoth will subsume this world with her children. As children of both Ion and Earth, we beg you.>
Red Leader paused, their splintered consciousness taken aback. A completely unexpected request. They hesitated for a nanosecond, and accessed comms, quickly forwarding the message to the Minds and queried a course of action.
No response came. But across the world, in thousands of servers, both public and secreted in mountaintop bunkers, the hum of the interconnected Minds of WAN grew as it calculated and deliberated. They weighed countless variables, judged innumerable outcomes, and finally delivered a single strand of data, translated as this:
<Assist.>
Red Leader accepted these new orders and quickly obliged, deploying their drones in attack formation. The swarm strafed the bear, peppering its side with supersonic gunfire and beams of lasers, leaving burnt tracts in the back of the bear. The titan snarled in pain and rage, turning its head to glare at the newcomer with its beady eyes, each still the size of SUV.
The bear swiped at the swarm with its fifth paw, which the drones easily passed around, firing upon the paw as it ponderously traced its parabolic trajectory.
A pull of a synapse, and a thousand bombardier beetles squeezed, dousing the bear in caustic flame, setting its fur to light.
A press of a button, and hundreds of miniature mortars roared, salvos delivering custom payloads of enchanted iron, blessed grapeshot, and depleted uranium that shredded through muscle and sinew, left to leach their poison as the wounds rapidly healed over.
A tug of a neuron, and a million pistol shrimp claw's clicked, generating supercavitated plasma that burns through the behemoth's torso, cauterizing the wound along with it.
A switch of an AND gate, and the power of the atom was unleashed upon the beast tenfold, the radioactive craters rendering the bedrock upon the beast's back to smoldering rubble and dribbling lava.
The twin forces of nature and technology were brought to bear against the titan, as they clashed again and again.
The battle between the three foes, two aligned against the third, creates a whirling maelstrom around them, as the sea is whipped into a frenzy by the movements of the giants, and massive temperature increase caused by the drones' straining turbines and liberal use of plasma and fire. The mist obscured all forms, with the bear illuminated naught but in the most briefest of moments when lightning crackled against the sky, revealing its hateful snarl and murderous eyes.
But as the fight raged on, as the Halkost tired and the swarm's materiel depleted with drums ran empty and nanites furiously repairing, the bear was still standing, though slowly suffering from the wrath wrought against it, it was still in fighting shape.
As the bear slowly tottered and writhed in its death throes it let out one final earth-shaking roar and collapsed, dousing the Halkost and drones in a fine mist as its corpse sunk into the fjord. The seas calm, as if appeased by the bear's death.
<That final roar… what was that?> queried Red Leader.
The Halkost turned to face west, its mass incalculable in emotion or thought.
<It was calling out to kindred,> gurgled the Karcist.
As a response to the Karcist, Red Leader was alerted to movement on the horizon, twin V's of frothy water and barbed fins cresting the waves as they headed directly towards the duo.
Red Leader turned their optics toward the Halkost.
<One more round?> they queried again.
<Hm. I am rather hungry,> the Karcist replied, and the Halkost shrieked with a thousand mouths a cry of bloodlust and glee as they prepared to clash with the titans once again.
