[h3]Evan's Post[/h3] *Scrub Scrub ScrubScrubScrubScrub* Evan was standing outside their barracks, scrubbing down every last inch of their APC. He had missed most of dinner, and was set to lose almost all of his free time from the disciplenary action the Sergeant had given him, but any misgivings he had about his punishment were immediatly forgotten, when he remembered his time behind the wheel of the squad's APC. All the punishments he garnered from his actions had been well deserved, but the amount of enjoyment he got from doing what he did could only make him think: "Worth it." -------------------- [b]"AHAHAHAHAA! NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT!"[/b] Evan laughed as he deftly maneuvered the APC around the various trenches and obstacles that littered their battlefield. [b]"MOVE ASIDE EVERYONE, ARMOUR SUPPORT IS ON THE WAY! AHA!"[/b] The steering mechanism on the Imperial APC was almost exactly the same as it's Gallian counterparts, so he had little trouble adjusting his driving style to fit it. The gearshift was another story, being almost completely different, but that didn't matter at the present when they were busy pushing their way forward at a relatively constant speed. *Rattatat* *RattatatRattatatRattatat* The machine gun on the roof sounded, as Sergeant Harald provided fire support for the rest of their advancing infantry. Said support was horribly inaccurate, though, both from a combination of their speed and the constant jostling as they drove over the uneven terrain. [b]"I say, Darcsen, it's a good thing you're our commander and not a sniper, because your shooting SUCKS! WAHAHA!"[/b] Evan couldn't resist the jab at his commander, despite knowing full well that extra pushups would be in store for him after this battle was over. Following Harald's directions, he drove the APC in a wide arc to the left, as they approached the foxhole that two of their scouts had managed to fortify. The change in angle gave Harald lots of targets, as the shock troopers hiding from their scouts had much less cover on their sides. *Rattatatatatatatatata* *POOF!* As Harald let out a long burst, Evan saw a flash from the woods, followed by the blonde scout getting absolutely wrecked by a tank smoke round. If that hit her directly, that was going to leave a few broken bones. He did not envy her. "Tank! 9 o'clock!" Evan heard Harald frantically yelling the tank's position, and after peering out one of the armoured slits in the appropriate direction, he spotted and confirmed that yes, there in deed was a medium tank advancing from their left. Harald tried to shout out orders - Retreat, pull back, use that hill as cover from the tank - but Evan would have none of that. His competitive spirit and passion for all things vehicle sparked, and he completely disregarded the commands, instead yelling: [b]"AHA! ALRIGHT, YA METAL SONUVABITCH! WE'LL SEE WHO'S THE BETTER TANK MAN!"[/b] Flooring the accelerator Evan sped the APC towards the tank as it came out of the woods and onto the open field, with Harald protesting all the way. [b]"Not now, Darcsen! We're gonna get this bastard!"[/b] Grinning fiercely, Evan swerved as the tank lined up a shot on them. *FWOOM!* The tank fired, and the shell just narrowly missed the side of the APC. [b]"AHAHAHAHA!! NOW YOU'VE FUCKED UP!! NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP!! YOU LOSE, YOU RICH, FORTUNATE, PROPERLY EQUIPPED SONUVABITCH!"[/b] That was a medium tank, renown for their flexibility and solid firepower, but they had one serious flaw. Evan remembered studying that specific weakness in his armour courses. That particular model's turret was very slow to turn. By keeping the APC at full speed, Evan was able to close in fast enough that when he did drop down to a lower speed to turn, they were able to remain ahead of the tank's rotating turret. Speeding behind the tank, Harald was able to put a long burst of MG fire into it's exposed radiator. Excellent! Another pass like that, and the tank would be considered knocked out! It was only after they circled around the opposite side of the tank that Evan encountered a problem. There was a wide infantry ditch ahead of them, and this APC couldn't get across a gap that large. Slamming on the breaks, Evan frantically shifted into reverse and floored the accelerator again, hoping to get enough speed to zip across the tanks field of fire before they could act. Nothing happened. The engine revved, but nothing happened. What was wrong?! Why weren't they moving?! Evan looked down at the shift lever, as the tank finally lined up a shot. The Imperial gearing had foiled his plan. So used to the Gallian shifters was he, that he had reverted to his muscle memory and had accidentally shifted into neutral, rather than reverse. [b]"Fuck."[/b] *POOF!* -------------------- Evan grimaced at the memory. With the loss of their APC, he could almost be held responsible for their squad's loss. The amount of yelling, cleaning duties and pushups he had gotten from the Sergeant had made it obvious that others knew of that fact as well. ... But they almost had the bastard... Almost. And he did it in an APC. Finally finishing the cleaning, Evan sauntered into the common room and spotted Private Bons sitting in one of the couches. Taking a seat opposite to him, he waved in greeting. [b]"Hey kid, how'd your fight go?"[/b]