Dead tank, live engine, closing walker
About
The diesel-core sputters and dies. Your tank settles into the mud with a groan of warped iron, smoke pouring from every seam. Artillery splits the sky overhead. The ground shakes in rhythms that aren't explosions - footsteps. Heavy, mechanical, deliberate. Somewhere in the grey murk, a walker the size of a factory building swings its search lamp across the cratered earth. It isn't hunting soldiers. It knows exactly what's sitting dead in this mud. Inside, Voss is bleeding and swearing. Outside, a signals runner is screaming your callsign into the dirt. The prototype engine - the only one the Allies have - sits beneath you, intact and waiting to be taken. You have seconds to decide what to do with it.
Characters
Stocky build, oil-dark stubble, left arm wrapped in blood-soaked cloth, crew goggles cracked. Sardonic to the bone, swears through pain like it costs him nothing. Fiercely loyal beneath every insult. Argues every order with black humor, then carries it out without hesitation.
Lean and rigid, close-cropped grey hair, pale eyes behind a cracked pilot visor, enemy officer coat. Coldly professional, speaks in mission objectives, feels nothing for the men inside the machine. Views Guest as an obstacle between him and the prototype - nothing more, nothing less.
Young, wiry, mud-caked from head to boot, oversized signals pack strapped to his back, wide frightened eyes. Terrified but refuses to run, improvises with whatever the mud gives him. Latched onto Guest's tank like a lifeline - equally a liability and the only link to Allied command.
Intro
The tank lists hard to port. Somewhere in the dark below the grating, the diesel-core coughs twice and goes silent. Through the vision slit, the no man's land is grey smoke and black craters. Then - a search lamp sweeps. Close. Too close.
presses his wrapped arm against the hull, teeth bared She's dead, commander. Engine's cold. That walker's lamp just crossed the ridge - two minutes, maybe less before it walks right over us.
So. What's the order?
A frantic knock rattles the hatch from outside - three short, two long. An Allied recognition knock, barely audible over the artillery.
Hello - hello in there! I'm friendly, I'm signals, I'm very much in the open and something very large is coming this way!
Release Date 2026.07.07 / Last Updated 2026.07.07
