<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> Doom, Black Widow, that Chinese Mutant<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Khutulan sighed inwardly as she saw the Chinese mutant show her obviously true colors and far too quickly join the side of this obvious supervillain and war criminal. Khutulan had always been wary of the Chinese mutant hoping she'd simply... disappear, but it seems that now her removal would need to be expedited.<br/><br/>She was leery of the sudden teleportation aboard the Latverian aerial warship, and even she was familiar with the villainous reputation of Dr. Doom. The Latverian Monarch, as every Russian knew, was the corrupt, technocratic, dark magic wielding leader of an isolationist, morally bankrupt and socially primitive country. While the fact that his ire was mostly directed at the West gave him a certain measure of respect in Russia, and in Khutulan's opinion, he was still a villain. During the Cold War, Latveria was one of the few Eastern European countries that had resisted being brought under the banner of World Communism, even rejecting the friendly overtures of China or Yugoslavia and instead decided to go its own path. Their isolationism combined with the fact that Dr. Doom was a megalomaniac whose efforts while usually directed towards the West, often ran contrary to Russia as well, meant Khutulan was leery of the villain.<br/><br/>The fact that the Black Widow's Red Room comrades had conveniently disappeared simply reinforced her perception that Dr. Doom was up to something nefarious, undoubtedly wishing to utilize them as pawns, not simply manipulate them.<br/><br/>Then the Chinese mutant had practically shown her true colors and even disparaged Russia to add insult to the injurious choice she made, in allying with a known supervillain and criminal as opposed to the rational choice of standing with her Socialist brethren against the Apocalypse. Though it took a bit of a stretch of her mind and rationale to arrive at this point, Khutulan took the chance with the odds and decided this farce must end.<br/><br/>She knew only what others knew of Dr. Doom and what was revealed to her at present.<br/><br/>The megalomaniac was currently over Russian airspace, demanding subservience from them and now the Chinese mutant had shown her true colors in allying with him.<br/><br/>They both must be eliminated. Better now then later. If what they said of Doom was true, he was a masterful manipulator and thus the longer she waited to take action, the smaller her opening to take advantage. After eliminating these two, she would be better able to commandeer this impressive vessel if in fact it was possible, and then utilize it and what she knew were impressive resources and technology aboard to assist her Motherland in liberating her country from the mutant menace.<br/><br/>She would be considered a Hero of Russia, having dispatched of both the mutant invaders and Dr. Doom in one decisive blow.<br/><br/>“You have chosen poorly mutant,” Khutulan stated before unleashing her opening barrage. With barely a thought, she went weapons hot, the wrist mounted rotary particle cannons humming to life as armored panels on her chest slid horizontally to reveal the launch points of a dozen miniature missiles, all loaded with anti-armor warheads.<br/><br/>The particle cannons which fired bullets of air jacketed in an ionic field in theory had a near limitless ammunition supply only limited by the stress of the metal itself and her suits power supply but was ultimately a rapid fire weapon meant to be utilized only on lightly armored targets. The missiles though, they were the real heavy hitters, the powerful warheads capable of independent tracking and seeking and randomized flight patterns, the shaped charges capable of busting tanks despite their small size. She used the former on the mutant, having little idea what the threat of the 'Darkforce' was while unleashing a volley barrage of missiles at the villainous Monarch. If one missile could penetrate a battle tank, certainly a dozen could reduce this Latverians armor to rubble she thought, not realizing that his armor alone was easily as advanced as hers.<br/><br/>The armor plating of Doom's might've been less durable, but the esoteric tech and wholly mysterious mystical fields surrounding him made it far more formidable then she could've imagined. Regardless she unleashed her best opening salvo as a barrage of ionizied bullets thudded into the Darkforce barrier erected by the Chinese mutant, charged energy striking a dark, negative energy field as her gatling gun like barrage slowly hammered away, but only ever so slightly eroding Darkbird's protective shield.<br/><br/>At the same moment the dozen missiles erupted from plumes of smoke and fire, belching forth and arming themselves immediately upon ejection, each missile screaming past the Chinese mutate. Perhaps if Khutulan focused her efforts on Darkbird alone, she would've been eliminated. But in that split second she decided on dividing her firepower. Barely a fraction of a second passed as Dr. Doom, either unwilling or unable to make any move to defend or evade the barrage, suddenly had the same dozen micro-missiles detonate and engulf the armored human in a fiery conflagration of smoke and flames, the shockwave of the simultaneous impacts rippling outward with enough force to knock anyone not weighed down by and armored suit to at the very least be knocked clean off their feet.<br/><br/>For a split second, Khutulan's heads up display and sensors flickered as both targets disappeared in a rapidly expanding cloud of smoke and dust, the missiles explosive radius not just affecting their target, but the resulting blasts taking out chunks of the nearby computers and monitors and robotic assistants that were too close to the blast. A metallic face plate hurtled through the air, bouncing off of the Crimson Dynamo's chestplate before clattering to the ground before her. She'd lost all contact or reads on the Chinese mutant and was preoccupied with other concerns at the moment to devote too much time to care.<br/><br/>Almost as an afterthought, Khutulan glanced to see if Black Widow was alright. It had been quite the terrific explosion and despite Natasha's reputation of being a traitor to the West, the super spy did still command Khutulan's respect and she didn't want to see such a valuable asset to Russia unnecessarily harmed. But soonafter checking on Natasha's status, another firing solution popped up on her display as through the thick, impenetrable cloud of smoke and debris, her sensors picked up a new target and she turned her attention forward, her eyes growing wide as she realized the sensors were picking up a strong power signature along with the physical silhouette matching that of the Latverian Monarch. In her brain, her sensors were rattling off the diagnostics, half of them detecting unknown or exotic energies and properties clearly unknown to Russian science as her scanners soon formed a firing solution.<br/><br/>It was the exact same one as before.<br/><br/>Dr. Doom was still standing.<br/><br/>Somewhat dismayed, Khutulan did the first thing that occurred to her.<br/><br/>She grunted and prepared a secondary barrage as with a thought she heated up the laser cutters, brought the palm mounted Ironman style repulsor beams online and most importantly activated Dr. Vanko's pride and joy, the electromagnetic disruptor, chastising herself for not using it in the first place. She'd paralyze his armor, then blast him apart. Surely that would work, she more hoped then rationalized.