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*Baneblade's back in the nexus dented and scratched. Along with some kind of sticky goo in his tracks and splattered over his body that most would probably not like to pay too much attention to. Still that's not the end of it as his main hatch opens and out crawls a few rather relieved (if a little battered) Valhallan guardsmen...yes this is his crew. Baneblade's turret swivels around a little before he proclaims somewhat smugly* Told ya so!
*The highest ranking member of the crew just gives Baneblade a somewhat half hearted kick in the treads; before sighing* Yeah; yeah you silly tank. When I said get us inside, I didn't mean through the wall. And I hope you realise; I'm not looking forward to helping getting all that out. *The tank commander cringes at the thought of giving his tank a wash...after all thats one hell of a lot of tank to clean*
*One of the other guardsmen just pokes his officer* Errr Lt...I don't think ol' Baneblade was talking about the mission.
*It would be at this point that the tank commander finally notices where they are and comments on this* Oh frak.
*The tank nudges them a little with one of his side turrets* Ask a question! *he's obviously a little excited*
*The tank commander just grumbles* What do you do with a tank who's sentient and has a habit of taking orders a little too literally for his own amusement?
*one of the others just snickers at that while Baneblade huffs somewhat annoyed* I'm not that bad. Besides it's my turn...how do you stop the regimental commissar from treating you like some kind of perversion? I can't help being what I am *here one of his crew pats his side in a somewhat comforting manner*
*The highest ranking member of the crew just gives Baneblade a somewhat half hearted kick in the treads; before sighing* Yeah; yeah you silly tank. When I said get us inside, I didn't mean through the wall. And I hope you realise; I'm not looking forward to helping getting all that out. *The tank commander cringes at the thought of giving his tank a wash...after all thats one hell of a lot of tank to clean*
*One of the other guardsmen just pokes his officer* Errr Lt...I don't think ol' Baneblade was talking about the mission.
*It would be at this point that the tank commander finally notices where they are and comments on this* Oh frak.
*The tank nudges them a little with one of his side turrets* Ask a question! *he's obviously a little excited*
*The tank commander just grumbles* What do you do with a tank who's sentient and has a habit of taking orders a little too literally for his own amusement?
*one of the others just snickers at that while Baneblade huffs somewhat annoyed* I'm not that bad. Besides it's my turn...how do you stop the regimental commissar from treating you like some kind of perversion? I can't help being what I am *here one of his crew pats his side in a somewhat comforting manner*