“Gentlemen. I give you the Mechanized Tank”
So simple an introduction.
3 stories high, 2 chambers – the turret in the head and the engine room in the body. The arms and legs were fully articulated, and if the didn’t house armaments, they were mounts for them. But nothing stays secret for long, however, and soon Jerry had their own mechs…
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Smithers looked out of the view ports. It was a lucky escape. Jerry had ambushed them with a squad of light fighters. Agile little blighters – but they couldn’t handle old Blighty’s might.
Still, one had escaped and with their main systems down, they were just a 3 story sitting duck.
Smithers tapped the radar. It showed two targets closing in on them, before blinking out. “Harry – we appear to have lost the radar.”
The voice of the engineer crackled though the speaker system. “Sorry about that, sir. It’s the bally heat – should I vent the auxiliary systems?”
Smithers looked out into the night again.
“No…no. Bypass the steam into the base systems, I’m going to bring her around. Keep her ticking over. I want weapons and legs.”
“Sir?”
Smithers wrestled with the controls and with lumbering steps, turned the huge beast round.
“What about our distress signal, Harry. Any word?”
“We have no way of knowing if it got out, sir.”
“Switch to Radio Silence, Harry. Conserve what we can, and all that.”
“Aye, aye, capt-”
Smithers pulled on his harness as he watched them approach.
Two, heavily armed mechs, shoulder mounted gatling guns and rockets on the arms.
He pulled one of the arms up and let loose a volley of mortars. Without targeting they wouldn’t be so effective, but if he could get close enough he could use the flame thrower.
He whispered a prayer, pulled some leavers and the mech lurched forwards.
