Stoneage
There was something thrilling about driving an old-school tank.
Frank absolutely loved this thing, and genuinely delighted int he hours spent constantly building and rebuilding his machine. There was no quiet hum of an aether-reactor here... only chemical fuels and moving machinery. He would throw the lever on the gearbox forward, the tank lurching up and over some shack, crushing the thin metal box into a thin metal pancake. He'd then look out the forward parascope, his hands working the control levers to start rotating the tank in place until the thick metal plates in front were pointed right towards the apartment complex.
"ARMORED VEHICLE SIGHTED!"
A smile came to Frank's face as he heard his gunner.
"LOAD AP!"
He shouted, a well oiled 'thunk' echoing through his little command area as the breech of the main cannon slid open. He would duck his head down to use the targeting parascope, his vision being directecd out either side of the turret through two more parascopes. He'd sight in the transport, bringing the two dots into focus on the display. Meanwhile the main gun of the tank would elevate up slightly, rotating according to the calculations carried out by a mechanical firing computer machined priceely from a solid block of Zesu.
"READY!"
"FIRE!"
*BOOM*
The main cannon of the tank recoiled back as a solid metal slug was sent flying forward. The small Gumdrop APC had already been disabled by the large, EMP coil situated on the back of the tank... but the fast moving slug penitrating through both side walls disabled it for good, crumpling the APC and knocking it sideways into the wall of one of the apartment buildings.
"LOAD HE!"
Frank then turned his attention back to his parascope, taking a look out of the small panoramic slit on the top of the tank. There were people running about infront of him... someone was shooting at his tank... over the loud rumbling of the engine he could barely even hear the sound of the bullets bouncing off the front armor. Someone on foot probably... not with his attention. The gunner manning the front machine gun would take care of it, responding with a steady stream of machinegun fire towards where Duncan had just been... soon to be joined in by the small machine guns on the sides of the tank As Duncan made a run for saftey, one of the tracer rounds would find the ammo supply for the truck, causing a bright orange explosion followed by a rain of small metal shards. Duncan would feel an intense heat behind him, a twinge of pain... and experiance the sudden realization that his back was on fire.
"Fucking sewer rats...."
The Gart trying to climb his way up out of the sewer didn't escape Frank either. He pulled the lever marked 'SPRAY' as he continued to drive forward, nozzles on the sides and rear of the tank starting to mist fuel out from the vehicle's supply, letting it soak into the ground and start to dribble down into the sewers as the tank rumbled past.
Creature could smell the thick fumes starting to fill up the sewer tunnels. He'd find his sword didn't exactly turn on when he stuck it out of the sewer entrance... and when the vehicle hit it, the sword would bite into the heavy metal of the truck and yank his hand in the direction the truck was moving fast enough to shatter it against the sewer entrance.
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Meanwhile Uso had just made it to the first building when their APC came crashing through one of the walls.
"Back exit," She said quickly, ignoring the tank and heading towards the back of the apartment.
The smoke was starting to clear from earlier, and Uso would carefully peak outside, staying as far away from the windows of the apartment building as she could. It seemed that the cartel soldier were still there... many armed with basic rifles and spikey bats...
"Ugh... of course it makes sense they'd have that..." She said to herself. There were maybe a dozen waiting for them to come out of the back of the apartment complex... another dozen or two spaced out along the fence around the building. There was no way to dissapear into the slums without charging directly at some group of baddies without cover.
"Jack, get everyone ready to move and don't let that fucking gart run off with whatsherface." Uso said, starting to unzip her bodysuit, "I'll clear the back area so we can get out. Don't get killed by the tank in the mean time."