<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Doctor Doom, Spring-Jack, Black Widow and Darkbird<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>One hour and they'd be arriving at London. This large aerial vessel was quite the engineering marvel and she couldn't wait for the right moment to appropriate the vessel and utilize it to help assist her country. The truth was, the shift to London didn't perturb her as much as it had initially. Dr. Doom probably had some very good reasons to run off to there, as opposed to staying over Moscovite airspace. Their brief time there had been beneficial though, with the eliminating of numerous mutants and the supposed withdrawal of both Magneto and the vampiric woman would undoubtedly assist in what would hopefully be the eventual liberation of Moscow. She was fairly confident that unlike the even more decadent and unprepared cities of the West and their soft citizenry, that Russia would be the first to throw out the invaders whether she was there to assist or not directly.<br/><br/>Hopefully whatever Doom found so interesting in London would bear fruit for her goals as well.<br/><br/>If not, his ship and all of its technology would be an excellent payment for her unwilling services.<br/><br/>As it was, she was simply preoccupied with spending this hour in repairing her vessel. First she was going to run some diagnostics on the electronics and software, making sure it was still intact, then she would get to work on patching and repairing the armor using the armor plating liberated from the corpses of Apocalypse followers they had stripped in the prior skirmish. Of course, rapid repair work wasn't ideal and wouldn't maintain the integrity of armor, but she was confident the patchwork would hold, especially since the armor of her suit was so formidable and thick and redundant. Even if it had gone all black electronics wise, Anton Vanko's brilliant original design would allow her to still wield the suits incredible strength, as well as most of the propulsion systems. Working quick, she quickly realized not having to sleep anymore, unfortunately thanks to the serum, was actually quite nice. Though she was sweating buckets with all of her welding in the workshop, all the moreso because she wasn't going to dare trust any of these pathetic Latverians or their toy robots to come close to her and offer assistance.<br/><br/>At least until she had finished her patch work, and started to look around for some proper ordinance to replenish the munitions... that she mostly used against Dr. Doom. Hopefully, aware of the delicious irony, she could use Latverian weapons stock to finish off the Dictator when he outlived his usefulness. That would be icing to the cake of final victory she imagined. She'd be an automatic Hero of both Russia and the world.<br/><br/>Move over Tony Stark.<br/><br/>Someone with actual balls was going to save everyone.<br/><br/>But first thing was first, scan the software, patch the armor, then find some missiles!