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What the hell, it wasn’t like this weapon was particularly complicated. “Oi! Linda!” You shouted over to Linda and waved back, beckoning. “Get yer butt over here!”
Your eyes were somewhat weak and you didn’t know what sort of face she might be making, but she got down from her seat and jogged over, looking puzzled but curious when she came over. “What?” She asked, “I can see just fine from over there. Don’t know if covering my ears’ll be enough this close.”
“I’ve flown in the same plane as you before, Linda,” you said, “Don’t you want to see how things feel in my seat?” You opened the side turret hatch and climbed out, offering your hand to her. “Come up and give this a try. It’s sure as hell not as complicated as flying a fighter plane.” Not even as much as flying a glider, even if being a commander in this sort of tank got busy when you had to command and shoot at the same time.
Linda took your hand without even thinking, and you hauled the stocky girl up alongside on the track guards, near the stow boxes atop them. Not much space to stand on the side besides there, but the lids of those things still needed reinforcement.
"It's a tight fit..." Linda observed, putting her leg in somewhat funny as she tried to puzzle out beforehand how her miniskirt might sway.
“In there,” you pointed, “The big gun’s blocking him, but my loader’s on the other side. Put this on-“ you handed her the headset with the long cable, “Plug it in to the socket over <span class="mu-i">there</span>, and that’s our intercom. The seats right down there.”
“Hm,” Linda took your place, and did as you said, before looking down the gunsight. If you hadn’t given your driver a whack, that miniskirt she was wearing gave plenty of potential for an eyeful from his position. “What are the triangles near the range indicator?”
“Indicators for a two-meter height target at one hundred meters and five hundred,” you explained, “The number ladders are for high explosive and the anti-tank hollow charge shells, their mass is different so they fly different. You turn the dial on the right to line up the range with the center crosshair, and the priming is done electrically, so you press the trigger on this gadget to your right,” you guided her hand, “To fire. Elevation is this crank on the gun, and lateral traverse are this crank for small manual adjustment, and the stick with the trigger controls power traverse for swinging the turret fast.”
“Interesting,” Linda said, testing the manual interfaces, “With my fighter it only had an image sight, but the guns were still electric.” She brushed a hand against the big recoilless rifle tube. “This thing’s huge, huh?”
“It’s a new variant of a type of support gun the Fallschirmjager drop with,” you said, “This is the first time putting it on a vehicle.”
