"Wow! That's pretty amazing," Norman Abbott said. His hands still glowed purple with the photon energy that they generate and expel.

"Clearly impossible," Dr. Walter B. Appleby replied, powering down his earth manipulating abilities.

"What do you mean?" Norman asked him.

"Mathematically speaking," the university professor began lecturing, "the simple growth of an insect to gigantic proportions is impossible. The legs would be unable to sustain the mass of the creature. They would crumble on its own we......!"

A giant metal leg squashed the man in a scenario that was ironic on many levels.

T5 drones in the forms of space age tanks rolled out onto the battle field. Strikeforce disks were destroyed by high powered energy cannons as the ships attempted strafing maneuvers. The air became filled with black smoke and flames. Surviving disks carried on and were able to take out some of their opposing force as well.

Metas engaged in combat everywhere. Land and air. The T5 bots as well as the mother unit attacked in both arenas. A weird liquid spewed forth from its insect like beak and covered everything directly in front of it. A drone fired a blast, igniting it. Snow melted under the heat and metas tried to run from the pain of their own burning flesh.

Some T5 bots found themselves being surrounded by large groups of meta fighters. Concentrating all of their powers into simultaneous attacks, the machines were shattered and destroyed. Losses were beginning to get heavy on both sides.

Adem Different did his best to weave and bob between fights and blasts as he flew closer and closer to his target. Problem was, he could only see one way in.

The alien reached out and seized a human sized T5 bot as it flew across his path. Bearing down with all his strength, Different pulled it along. The machine was stronger, though; so Adem had to work fast. His speed doubled as he aimed towards the opening beak of the motherbot. His mind had to time his next mover perfectly, or he might end up a gooey blotch on the inside of this machine's mouth.

The beak opened enough for him and his mechanical captive to enter. Different commanded his suit to stop, bringing him to a dead halt. His grip against the robot was broken as its momentum propelled it forward and down the throat of the beast. It clanked and clunk awkwardly several times before finally coming to a rest, lodged in the pathway of the strange fluid that was currently making its way up and out.

Adem didn't have time to allow his nanites to make and opening for him. He pulled away at the metal roof of the mouth as the tiny robotic organisms did their best to weaken the barrier. Enough had been peeled away to allow him through.

What little fluid that seeped by the blockage barely exited the beak of the massive robotic creature. The fluid almost appeared as drool coming out of the mouth of a patient of a failed brain surgery. "Is reminding me of good friend," Blackwulf was heard to comment.