The inside of the tank looked like it had been well cared for: no signs of dust or old mud, fight or fire. Unlike the familiar King Tigers we had met in 1944, it was decked out with the same improvements as the vehicles we had recently been sending to Mirny-13–an infrared spotlight, additional screens, even traces of Mirium–only of rougher make, as if the modifications had been made in the field, with whatever was at hand.
almost friendly, with its hatches open and gun lowered, like it was expecting us. It sounds odd even writing this, but this particular one was just standing in the middle of the street and looked. I am sure I remember seeing this vehicle during the Balaton Operation, though it was never mentioned in the official logs. Afterwards, I sent an advance guard to determine the shortest route to the extraction point they came back with the King Tiger. We were attacked by Guards and Hedgehogs and forced to retreat, though no casualties were sustained. We slipped past them and entered the town to begin our mission.Īfter completing our mission, we made the mistake of engaging the Guard group on the way back to the base. Strangely, we also observed a group of Rabbits exiting the town in single file–rather more organized behavior than typical for this type. Several areas displayed evidence of mass enemy activity, but we saw very few actual vehicles other than a bunch of Guard-type enemies that seemed less aggressive than usual. If possible, we were to destroy the enemy and clear the scouting area after the recon was over.
We discovered the vehicle during our daily recon raid into Mirny-13, while we were looking for enemy spawn points and observing their behavior. Recipient: Colonel Gromov, Head of the Operation Enjoy your victory while we allow you to. But this is just a single act in the great game you don't understand and where your role is mere set dressing. I consciously hand myself into your captivity. It gave us our skin, and the one who came after, the one who you are foolishly trying to fight, gave us consciousness: inconceivable to you and illimitable. We are made from metal laid in the ground for much longer than this 'living' mass swarms around on its surface. Organic species are weak against the machine. how do they say? 'Aces up their sleeves'. They know that, when we evolve this ability, they will not have any. They can restore their pathetic shells but only partially. They know that, apart from rudimentary regeneration, they have nothing against us.
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