Hey there, it's author. Time for Miranda's super full-on beatdown to begin. Her original forms make an appearance too.
This is an IF scenario from Episode 31 - Avengers [Assemble] - and Episode 32 - End Game [Freedom]. I hope you enjoy it.
<<"Did the talk go well?">>
"Chris. He'll team up, but if you attack, he'll crush you—that's the message."
"That's the deal, gorilla bastard. Let's get to the strategy meeting. I'd love to hear a plan from a battle-hardened vet like you."
Heisenberg smirked as he hefted his hammer onto his shoulder. His smile didn't reach his eyes, which burned with intent—he was clearly sizing Chris up.
['Let's see what you've got.']
<<"We're not dumb enough to shoot a reliable ally. I've already told my squad we're allying with you. As for the plan... are the Soldats' specs the same as in the documents I found in the factory?">>
The phone screen displayed what looked like blueprints for the Soldats. Heisenberg's brow furrowed at the sight. ...These two really don't get along at a fundamental level.
"Don't go snooping through my files without permission. Fine, whatever—keeps things quick. Yeah, the docs are accurate. The original plan was to have them handle the Lycans while Sturm and I take on Miranda. Got any bright ideas?"
<<"How about this: Hound Wolf handles the Lycans. If we're short, Ethan's self-propelled gun can pitch in. Meanwhile, throw your entire Soldat force at Miranda.">>
"That's ice-cold! Assuming you lot can actually pull your weight?"
"No, Chris's team can handle it. I know them well."
['They're like an elite squad, right?']
"If you two say so, I'll trust it."
<<"...Hold on. You can hear Eveline's voice? Does that mean... you drank it?">>
Heisenberg perked up at Chris's hesitant, almost horrified tone, responding casually as if it were nothing.
"Yeah? You mean you didn't, Chris? Communication's key, you know."
<<"...Nah, I'll have to pass on that...">>
['Well, drinking someone else's blood does sound kinda gross.']
"Agreed."
"You guys are brutal!? You're the ones who told me to drink it!"
"Just kidding, just kidding."
['American joke.']
"Your jokes suck..."
The lighthearted banter shifted abruptly when Duke's alert warned us that Miranda was about to steal Rose. Eveline and I rushed to retrieve her, dodging Miranda's pursuit and barely making it back alive. By then, the factory grounds were lined with a horde of Soldats, Heisenberg already in his monstrous form, and the six members of the special forces unit "Hound Wolf," assault rifles at the ready. I climbed straight into the polymer self-propelled gun and powered it up. It was Miranda who faltered at the unexpected sight.
"What...!?"
"It might feel uneasy, but just for now, think of them as allies! Canine, Umber Eyes, Tundra, Lobo, Night Howl! Let's move!"
""""""Roger!""""""
"Soldats... you've identified the allies? Good! Avengers, assemble!"
""""""Roooaaarrrr!""""""
"Let's go, Eveline!"
['I won't have much to do while you're in that thing! But go for it, Ethan!']
Hound Wolf opened fire in unison, mowing down the gathering Lycans. The Varcolac Alpha—Miranda's top-tier force, impervious to bullets—was minced by Sturm, the charging captain. My gun's machine guns and main cannon obliterated Lycans and Varcolacs alike. While I and Hound Wolf held back the Lycan horde, the Soldat legion and Heisenberg charged forward. Miranda raised her hand, but there was no stopping them.
"Why won't you die...!?"
['Pfft. Lame!']
"Hahahahaha! Too bad, Miranda! Your control's over! You tried to crush our cadou, but I upgraded the mechanical brains myself, and the Soldats' control cores dominate the cadou with electrical signals! Your domination? Screw that! Now, let's see if even you can handle these numbers!"
"Tch...!"
Miranda extended her six wings like tentacles, but Sturm's chainsaw propeller and the Soldats' drills tore them to shreds. Desperate, she formed a black mold wall for defense. But with propellers and drills on our side, it was shaved away and shattered in seconds. Transforming into a massive, jet-black serpentine dragon, Miranda coiled and tried to scatter the Soldats. Sturm was blown back, but the Soldats stabbed their drills in, holding firm.
"Turn that tail to dust from the end, Stuuurm!"
Heisenberg grappled her, immobilizing her with the Soldats' help, while Sturm minced her from the tail up. Unable to endure, her head disguise faltered, and she spread her wings to take flight. We were clearly dominating, but was she fleeing? A few Soldat Jets pursued, only to be smashed by tentacles sprouting from her wings—yet Miranda's face was etched with exhaustion. She'd probably realized we'd wiped out the Lycan horde.
"You insolent fools, Heisenberg! Winters! Redfield! Useless Lycans...!"
"Ethan, Hound Wolf! Target Miranda!"
"Yeah!"
""""""Roger!""""""
['Shoot, shoot~!']
The self-propelled gun's main cannon was blocked by her folded wings, but the assault rifles' barrage assaulted her. Unable to escape skyward, Miranda landed, only to be met by a Soldat Panzer. Its armor shrugged off tentacle strikes, and its triple drill arm gouged a massive chunk from her abdomen. As the Panzer pulled back, Sturm—now in thermal runaway—unleashed a flamethrower blast.
"You wretches, you wretches!"
"That's my masterpiece for you, Panzer! Come on, Soldats—pile on! Ethan, join in!"
"Mirandaaaa!"
"We'll provide cover!"
Absorbing mold roots from the ground, Miranda shifted into a witch-like combat form, deploying spider-like legs to skewer Soldats one after another. I charged at full throttle, scattering bullets from the gun turret. Running parallel with Heisenberg, we slammed our chainsaw and circular saw into her legs, severing them, while gunfire pierced her body. What precision—they dodged our massive forms perfectly. Chris's team was elite, no doubt.
"Take this!"
"Main cannon, fire!"
['Go for it!']
Heisenberg's hammer smashed into her head just as my cannon blasted her torso, engulfing her in flames. Did we get her?
"If it comes to this... Ethan Winters! Give me Rose!"
"Guh!?"
Crows burst from the flames, reforming into Miranda far away. Mold roots swirled like a tornado around her, repelling charging Soldats and us. A thick tentacle flipped my gun, tossing me and the nearby bag out before absorbing the bag. The gun spun mid-air, crashing and exploding, flames spreading across the grounds. I staggered to my feet.
"Eveline!"
['Yeah!']
"'We are family—We're family!'"
I transformed into the Molded Giant. Grabbing the main cannon from the wreckage, I slung it over my back and leaped, clinging to the massive tentacle retreating toward Miranda. Thrusting my arm inside, I let the rotation drag me straight to her.
"I won't hand over Rose...!"
"Rose is mine...!"
At the vortex's center, Miranda's right arm—mutated like a Molded—clashed with our fist. Her strength sent us flying upward, but we used the momentum, grabbing the cannon for a one-shot blast.
"'My condolences!'"
"Wha...!?"
A massive explosion. The recoil slammed us into the swirling wall, scraping our surface and undoing the Molded Giant form. We were hurled out, caught by Chris rushing over. Around us stood Chris and Hound Wolf, Heisenberg with Sturm, and over a dozen Soldats, including Panzers.
"Damn, Rose is still in there..."
"No recklessness. This is the real fight now...!"
"Tch, she won't go down even with all this. I hate stubborn mold stains."
['You talking about me?']
The vortex halted, roots sucked in to reveal Miranda: massive wings spread, spider legs deployed, arms like Dimitrescu's draconic mutations, a bloated lower body with Moreau's gaping maw, and a tail-like appendage ending in a scythe reminiscent of Baby's reaper blade. She'd fused the combat forms of the four lords except Heisenberg into a grotesque abomination. I'd heard she could mimic anything, but not to this extent.
"You've angered me... I'll strangle you with every fiber of my being...!"
['Yeah, super gross!']
""Agreed.""
"Hound Wolf! We end Miranda here!"
""""""Roger!""""""
We fell back once, weapons ready, then charged in.
Hound Wolf and Ethan's self-propelled gun handle the Lycan legion, throwing the full Soldat force at Miranda in a straightforward plan. Even Miranda is caught off-guard by the unlikely alliance, forced onto the defensive. This is the essence of Heisenberg's survival route.