Omega, still utilizing Doc's armor to speak in English, laughed maniacally as the preparations were finished. "Yes, yes! At long last, my plans will unfold perfectly! Everything is in place, and soon no one will be able to stop me!"
"Really?" Doc asked in surprise. "Because it looks like we've been standing around in a frozen wasteland for the past few hours doing nothing while you and Lopez have been puttering over meaningless junk. If your plans involved that, you'd have had much better luck at Antiques' Roadshow."
"You fool!" Omega snarled angrily. "Haven't you been listening to any of our planning as we've been establishing ourselves and our long term goals?"
"Yes, in English," Doc replied calmly. "But you and Lopez mostly speak in Bad Spanish, so..."
"<Are you sure fixing my voice box to speak in more than just Google Translate Spanish has to be such a low priority?>" Lopez inquired diffidently. "<If I am such an important part of the plan->"
"And the technology built into you that this plan hinges on will only activate to your voice command in your present vocal configuration!" Omega snapped back. "If we fixed it now, it wouldn't work!"
"I'm still left in the dark, though..." Doc pointed out.
"Ugh...fine!" Omega growled. "I will explain, so pay attention! I'm only going to explain this once!" Once he was certain he had Doc's full attention, he began. "The Reds included a super-weapon inside Lopez, one that they were unable to activate! However, I have acquired the missing D Batteries, and now his weather control technology is fully functional and waiting to be activated!"
"So you're going to unleash storms on them?" Doc asked in surprise. "Seems rather simplistic-"
"Of course I'm not going to just unleash storms!" Omega snapped back. "While I was briefly in Simmons' head, I managed to get a look at the specs of Church and Agent Texas' new bodies! Not enough to know how to combat them...but enough to know that in the flying pony form they have the ability to manipulate the weather! The storms are one part distraction, one part supercharge!"
"Supercharge?" Doc gasped in surprise. "But what could you be supercharging?"
"The Red Sergeant may not be good for much, but he stockpiles many explosives!" Omega explained smugly. "Not only that, Simmons in his drunken state upgrades them immensely! I have managed to acquire a very large explosive, one that Simmons redesigned to absorb and amplify magical energy, like that the weather control technology runs on due to how the Sergeant unwittingly designed it! The storms will distract everyone, and the lightning will strike the bomb and supercharge it! The explosion will be enough to rip a hole in the fabric of space and time...and not only will the Reds and Blues be pulled in and cast to the far corners of the multiverse, but that blasted pony will be obliterated by the anti-magic reaction it will generate!" He proceeded to laugh maniacally. "Now all that must be done is contacting my bounty hunter, Agent Wyoming, to arrange for the Reds, the Blues, the pony, and Agent Texas to be here, and I shall have everything in one fell swoop!"
"Oh, so we're ahead of schedule," Grif spoke up from behind Doc and Lopez. "That's a new feeling. I'm not sure I like it."
Lopez spun about as Doc turned in surprise, seeing Grif and Church standing there having heard every word of the plan...and eating ice cream for some reason. "Why are you guys eating ice cream?" Doc demanded in confusion. "It's terrible for your teeth!"
"It's me," Grif pointed out. "Why wouldn't I be eating ice cream?"
"And with how much popcorn I've gone through watching Grif fly by the seat of his pants - and perform amazingly by the way, surprise of surprisies - I needed something sweet to get the salt taste out of my mouth," Church pointed out. "Pity the only available flavor is salty anyway."
"Hey, what do you expect when the only one selling ice cream in this Helheim hole is a freakin' duck?!" Grif countered angrily, eating more of his ice cream bar. "Besides, it's delicious! Tastes like happy memories and brotherly love."
"What?" Omega demanded in shock. "But how is it you aren't locked up? The guards at Sidewinder are the best the Red army can provide!"
"Grif somehow managed to convince the first guy he was a Freelancer," Church explained ruefully.
"And the rest didn't seem to be very smart," Grif added. "I mean, they had to put name tags on their armor. Even Caboose can remember everyone's names without doing that. Between that, a Halloween decoration, and a magic marker, I managed to convince the entire base I was Agent Texas in disguise, and nobody messed with us."
"But it's been seriously awkward," Church murmured ruefully.
"But thanks for telling us this is Sidewinder," Grif spoke up happily. "Church has been locked onto Maud and Texas' communicators since I commandeered the base's communications rig to boost it before Maud showed up to smash things. Once we heard you announcing your plans, Maud hopped over to where Simmons and the others were so everyone could hear it, and we'll all be here soon to thrash you just as soon as we deal with that bomb of yours."
"Wait wait wait!" Church spoke up urgently as teleporter gates started opening. "Omega's plan involves getting us all in one place so he can wipe us out with a bomb...and our plan to stop him is to get us all in one place where the bomb already is?"
Grif stared at Church for a time. "...yeah, I was rolling so many 20s, I guess a 1 had to come up at some point..."
"Well too late for that now," Simmons groaned as everyone charged out. "Quick, take down Omega before he can do anything!"
"But to take down Omega, we have to take down Lopez!" Sarge declared worriedly. "And Lopez has the weather control tech built in, and once it's activated-"
"<Activating weather control,>" Lopez stated firmly, energy gathering around his body as lightning flashed and storm clouds gathered. Before anyone could do anything, a bolt of lightning had lashed the bomb.
"Watch out, Maud!" Church screamed out as he threw himself over the bomb just before everything went white.