>>5417079The guntank continues to rumble its way down the road for a few more minutes, crushing abandoned cars all the way, until eventually a very unwelcome sight comes into view - another federation blockade about two kilometers away, a staggered row of five guntanks and half a dozen conventional tanks with twin cannons… You definitely can’t fight <span class="mu-i">that</span>. The space port isn’t all that far now though, looming across the entire sky in the distance…
The hatch in the floor opens and Ms. Hamon sticks her head up through it, her federation officers cap now missing. “We’re abandoning the vehicle! Come on, quickly now, we need to get out immediately!”
Casval goes first down the ladder, and then Artesia, and finally you - You aren’t going to leave your little sister to climb down last. Now down in the main hull you continue to follow Ms. Hamon, who has opened an exterior hatch that leads out onto the main body of the <span class="mu-i">still moving</span> guntank. It’s moving much slower, but that’s a small comfort. Smoke is billowing from the impacts along the body of the guntank where it was struck earlier, making it difficult to see or breathe, and you cough a few times as you guide Artesia along behind Casval and Ms. Hamon.
“Come on! I have it set to auto-control, it should keep driving forward! The smoke will cover our escape. Move it, come on!” Hamon shouts, waving you to the very back of the vehicle.
Hamon jumps down to the ground below, staggering a bit but managing to keep on her feet. Casval jumps a moment later, and then Artesia - Casval and Ms. Hamon catch her together. You jump down immediately afterward, a little less gracefully than you planned, but other than a few new scrapes to go along with the bruises from earlier you’re fine.
Ms. Hamon quickly leads you off the street and into a nearby alleyway, and your little group continues at a slow jog for a few minutes. Behind you, there’s a roar of dozens of cannons and a colossal explosion which nearly sends you all to the ground again - The federation blockade must have fired on the guntank. You gulp and break out into a cold sweat, knowing that you’d be dead if you had tried to fight. Your hands shake slightly, but you get it under control as you hold Artesia’s hand to guide her along. She’s practically having to run to keep up with the rest of you, the poor thing.
Eventually you stop at along a small side street, Ms. Hamon carefully reading the street signs, “...This is the place. Ramba should be here soon, we just have to wait a little while.”
Sure enough, a blue armored car drives past slowly about a minute and a half later, and Ms. Hamon hails it down with an almost comical, <span class="mu-i">“Hey, Taxi!”</span>
The armored car’s window rolls down, revealing a tired but relieved looking Ramba Ral, “Where are you headed, miss?”
You snicker a bit at the absurdity of the exchange and get in the car with the others.
