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[Parsely]

^^You might discover more armored vehicles and whatnot in the game. The starter tank is meant to be the mainstay.

For all I dislike Steel Battalion: Heavy Armor, it had an interesting look at a world with modern tactics but analog systems (some virus ate all the silicon). The VTs, or Vertical Tanks, are clunky diesel powered machines, but the designers did the best they could (CRT displays, vacuum tubes, etc.)

That's pretty much what I'm going for here with this tank! Yeah that game looked crap but the idea itself is just so cool.

[adwarf]

Name: Anston Yulvich
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, green eyes, six foot tall, slim build, always wears goggles, TANKS ARE BEST

[Parsely]

Just making sure I haven't overlooked anything here. We'll be starting up soon.

[Aseaheru]

Woo!

[Parsely]

You're on a thin single lane highway that stretches off in a straight line in either direction before and behind. Built for remote operated trucks, there isn't a dead vehicle nor living soul in sight, the last deliveries having been carried out years ago when the industry halted. If you were facing ahead, you would see a megacity block looming distal upon the grey and intermittently rumbling horizon. The sun is nowhere to be seen, obscured by the darkened sky. The smell of ozone permeates the air and it's sure to rain before the day is out. The tank's engine is idling and there's a balmy breeze wafting in from the west.

Spoiler: (L)AU-12 (click to show/hide)

Driver's Station
- Controls (side console joystick, manual gearshift, pedal brakes/accelerator, forward viewing slat)
- Mechanical Station (readouts on engine status and interior/exterior temperature among other things, electrical controls including interior/exterior hull lights, heater controls, tools and other nifty things)
- Compact Cassette Tape Deck (PROPERTY OF [ADWARF], DO NOT TOUCH)
- 12.7mm Forward Hull-Mounted Machine Gun (1000 round box, selective fire anywhere up to 50 rounds, remote-operated using an analogue stick, can also be operated manually by a separate crewman)

Commander's Station
- Computer Station (secondary systems, maps, tank condition and specs, other information, can download and display data on the monitors, generally nifty)
- 3D-Terrain Visualizer (a pair of goggles you pop on your head and it displays the exterior of the tank in 3D vector graphics (golly that's slick!) you see the terrain before you in the first-person in whatever direction your head is turned, the image is not real-time and updates every full second)
- Radio (short-wave transmitter, connected to an external loudspeaker)
- Searchlight
- 13.2mm Dual-Mounted Pintle Machine Gun (50-round drum, independent triggers)

Gunner's Station
- 100mm Main Gun (trigger mechanism, autoloader, periscope sight w/various magnification settings)
- 12.7mm Sub-Gun (1000 round box, fully automatic)
- Ammo Magazines
- Sub-Mainframe (fire control)
- Armory (a metal box with a lock for holding personal weapons)

Condition - Top Hatch Open
Armor
 - Forward (Thick, pocked)
 - Right (Thick, scarred)
 - Left (Thick)
 - Rear (Thin)
Electric Engine (Running Smoothly)
 - 30 Pound Battery Cell (Active, 32%)
 - 6 Pound Reserve Cell (Inactive, 0%)

Weapons
Main 100mm (Cleared) (1x HEAT, 1x SABOT)
 - Coaxial 12.7mm (0000/1000)
Pintle Dual 13.2mm (10/50) (03/50)
Forward Hull 12.7mm (0043/1000)

Spoiler: Strife/Georgia Zietboro (F) (click to show/hide)

A no-nonsense professional of the armored corps, Zietboro's a lady of average looks and brown hair shoved underneath a CVC helmet. She's a serious stickler at making sure her crew regular change their socks, but is always found wearing the same set of coveralls, held together more with thread and repair jobs than original fabric at this point.
Gear
Combat Vehicle Helm/worn (a dull green, slightly bulky combat helmet with an open face)
AU Jumpsuit/worn (a grey jumpsuit that zips up in the front, has the number '12' stenciled on the back in square yellow characters)
AP Vest/worn (an reddish-orange vest, ceramic plates render the torso and upper arms nearly impervious to most shrapnel and pistol caliber munitions)


Skills
Computers +2  |  Pistols +1

Inventory
P22 9mm Service Pistol 05/10
 - 1x P22 Magazine 00/10

Spoiler: adwarf/Anston Yulvich (M) (click to show/hide)

Light blonde hair, green eyes, six foot tall, slim build, always wears goggles, TANKS ARE BEST
Gear
Crew Goggles/worn
AU Jumpsuit/worn (a grey jumpsuit that zips up in the front, has the number '12' stenciled on the back in square yellow characters)


Skills
Tank Driver +2  |  Mechanic +1

Inventory
Various Compact Cassette Tapes

Spoiler: USEC_OFFICER/Rolf D. Dolivich (M) (click to show/hide)

Of average height and his build borders on fat, but with just a hint of muscle that shows that is isn't as weak as he seems to be. He has short black hair, a short black beard, and beady, blue eyes. He can usually be seen wearing a faded blue uniform with a vast array of medals pinned to his breast, which is odd because most of his medals seem to be handmade out of solder and scrap iron. His uniform has also been altered slightly, so that he has plenty of pockets to hide bits and pieces in. To top off his look, he has a faded blue, wide-brim hat on his head.
Gear
AU Jumpsuit/worn (a grey jumpsuit that zips up in the front, has the number '12' stenciled on the back in square yellow characters)


Skills
Artillery +1  |  Computers +1  |  Science +1

Inventory
3x Cigarettes
Personal Lighter

[Sheb]

Oooooh, this look nifty. PTW

[Strife26]

Zeitboro swings the hatch of 12 open, breathing in the fresh air and delicious tang of ozone. A quick puff of air into the microphone to makes sure that the Combat Vehicle Crewman helmet is picking up and she addresses the crew.

"Well gentlemen, the sun's not shining but it's a bright new day. We're low on water, food, ammunition, weaponry, tools, parts, and even the goddamn coffee. Let's secure stations and roll out."

After a moment's silence, she applies her boot to the head of the gunner, not too terribly hard. "Oi, Dolivich. Jump out and switch the hull MG ammunition into your coax."

[Propman]

Posting to watch, as I love tanks.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Rolf grumbles, "Bah! Keep your feet to yourself, I'm going, I'm going! No need for kicking." He continues his annoyed mumbling as he goes out to switch the ammo around, though it's under his breath and thus too quiet to properly make out.

Put the ammo from the front MG into the turret MG.

((I assume that this is what Zeitboro is yelling at him to do. Also, if I have to pick two skills... It's going to have to be Artillery and Science, simply because Zeitboro  already knows her way around a computer.))

[Parsely]

((Oops! I didn't mean to leave the choose thing in there, I went with these fixed skills in the end. :p If you want +2 arty or science instead of having a bit of skill in compies then I'm fine with that.))

[USEC_OFFICER]

((Heh. I'm fine with having the spread of skills as they are right now, actually. The jack of all trades thing Rolf has suits him well, I think,))

[adwarf]

"Always the slave driver aren't you? Don't blame me when Rolfy-Boy there gets tired of having your boot pressed against the back of his head, and decides to dump you out the tank."

Anston said as he combed through his small stack of cassette tapes, and pulled out one labeled 'Captain Morgan's Revenge - Alestorm'.

Mumbling under his breath as the song started up he said,

"Yeah, this one should be fitting enough indeed ..."

Wait for the Commander and Rolf to finish moving around munition and such.

[Strife26]

Zietboro whistles to the music, running through a diagnostic on all the systems and jumping to the top to check over the TC weapons station.

"As if any've you would manage to keep knowing what to do without me. Everyone ready to begin movement?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

After Rolf finishes loading the ammo into his gun, he scrambles up the side of the tank to return to his assigned seat. He grunts affirmatively, "Yes, yes, let's go already! We can save the bickering for later, else it would be nightfall before we got going. We should be off already, before some mealy-eyed lowlife steals all of the good loot! Bah!" As he continues his grumbling, he pulls out of one of his bent cigarettes from his hat and twirls it between his fingers for a couple moments before stuffing it back in its pocket with some angry muttering.

[adwarf]

"First thing first though we need to get a look at our surroundings."

Check out the surroundings and see whats nearby, and see if I can recall anything of importance nearby.

((Sorry for the delay ))