<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> Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><strong>On the Doom Ship</strong><br/><br/>As the massive vessel continued its nigh undetectable hovering over the embattled city of Moscow the fighting raged on below. Little had changed in the roughly twenty years since the end of the Cold War in mitigating the large amount of underground shelters and one of the most extensive metro systems in the world, all meant to help Muscovites survive a nuclear war. Now it was being used in a slightly different purpose as tens of thousands of locals had flee underground in the wake of the utter destruction of the Kremlin and other government and military installations at the outset of the attacks that swept across Europe. And now, even in Day Three of the attacks, with a regional death toll easily in the hundreds of thousands, intense fighting was still erupting both above and below ground. The culling and judgment of Moscow had been slowed but not stopped by the sudden disappearance of the Horseman who was supposed to be in charge of the operations here, having disappeared with her prize to report back to her Master but it gave both Doom and his new allies, and the defenders of Russia itself, a bit of slack and breathing space as the fighting continued.<br/><br/>As Doom's vessel silently bore witness to S-400 missiles streaking across the sky, engaging targets too far off to be accurately seen with the naked eye. Streams of automatic tracer fire flitted across the ruined cityscape below, pockmarked by columns of rising black smoke and numerous fires spread around the city, nearly uncontrolled due to the chaotic situation below. Tony Stark's message had apparently been received but considering the current circumstances, he might as well have been on Mars for all the impact it had on the current situation. At least directly.<br/><br/>Truth was of course, his received message was inspiring. After all, if Tony Stark could manage that, imagine what the Russian people could do in response to the crisis. There seemed to be a slight and steadily increasing in resistance, both military and non-military that could be detected from Doom's warship both in Russia and around the world as resistance seemed to finally be hardening against the enemy, recovering from the reeling and often crippling surprise attacks. But in the wake of Apocalypse's dramatically increasing numbers, they only seemed capable of slowing the enemies advance, not stopping or much less, countering it. That would require an even more dramatic shift in the war it seemed. But where, and even if, it could occur, remained in doubt.<br/><br/>Just as the battle below was turning to the tide of Doom's new allies, a new communication didn't just arrive on Doom's mainscreen, it forced itself onto it after, in a show of incredibly advanced technological aptitude, bypassing his security not to modify the Latverian dictators ship or computer systems, but simply get a secure message through the thoroughly devastated, bugged, compromised and monitored communication channels thanks to Apocalypse's efforts. Almost immediately a shadow darkened face largely covered by a green mask appeared on the console, the transmission apparently coming from some other ship.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Iv0HDdz.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"Dr. Von Doom. You don't know me, but you can find out easily enough I'm sure. My name is Bruce Dickson. (http://marvel.wikia.com/Bruce_Dickson_%28Earth-616%29) I'm sending you this message because you're the only one within range that has the power and foresight to assist me. Bring your vessel into British airspace and transmit the code I've embedded into this transmissions codec into the clear. We will then make contact. Don't doubt me. The very fact I'm capable of sending you this message should illustrate I am not wasting your time. If not, also embedded in the codec is a nugget of data that should prove my worth. (http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix3/infiltratorinv.htm) By pooling our resources together, we can effect a far more effective resistance. If you decline my offer, I'll pay my respects to you in Hell. With all due respect... Doctor."<br/><br/>The masked man nodded briefly, before his image disappeared into darkness.<br/><br/>Then just like that the video transmission flicked and then went back to its previous displays.