!rAMkPjCj1Y 02/09/12(Thu)17:27 No.17874575|
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You jump through the hatch, barely fitting through and landing on the floor of the tank, three crewmembers looking at you with utter surprise and horror on their faces. You immediately notice the Stub Pistol in the hand of the gunner and punch him in the face, fracturing his skull and killing him instantly. Despite being surrounded by explosive munitions on all sides, the crewmember manning the frontal gun whips out his Laspistol and shoots at you, fortunately hitting you instead of the munitions. The shot harmlessly hits the flak vests covering your left shoulder. You less harmlessly kick him in the stomach, rupturing his guts and ending his pathetic life. The tank lurches to a halt as the driver abandons the controls and takes out his sidearm, but before he has a chance to act, you hit him with a backhand slap on the temple, fracturing his skull and snapping his neck.
All this in the span of seven seconds. For another second, you wonder why there were just four crewmembers instead of six, but then notice the gun servitors slaved to the targeting cogitator and controlling the sponson weapons. They do not notice you, blind, deaf and lobotomized as they are.