Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150421013852/@comment-7489529-20150829205322

Just as before, when the weapon fired, little sound was produced, and the recoil was nonexistant. Albastru only had to adjust the aim for the increased elevation. The tank seemed tailored to him.

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Bergen was messing around in the cockpit of the Woodlark while Seager was gunning. He fiddled with various buttons and switches, turning on various lights inside and out of the tank, even turning on a radio. Finally, he came on an oddly shaped device: what looked like a key in an ignition. Twisting it, Bergen yelled in suprise as the whole tank suddered. The tracks in the front unfolded, and formed what look like large construction equipment. A set of controls appeared from behind a large panel in front of Bergen. Laughing, Bergen clapped.

"Oh, That's just perfect!"

The group practiced for a while, and Bergen's tank even dug a large trench in the target field. Eventually, the Verdie called them up on their radio.

"Alright, ya'll, c'mon back to the mess hall, it's time to get some grub!"