>>5349133Gideon mk. IV The most common type of tank in the imperial arsenal. A single M.A.G. cannon 140mm calibre capable of firing tank round propelled by an explosive charge and then further accelerated the formed magnetic field. Each and every corner has a mounted rotary railgun, able to rip apart anyone within power armour and without as well as a single double laser turret mounted to the top of the tank for anti-air and anti-missile duty. A crew of six men, three in the turret, one driver one man for the laser turret and one for the turrets. The tanks is also capable of reaching off-road speeds of over 160 km/h and close to 300 on-road. The Tank’s design had been in service for over two hundred years, nowadays there are tanks that hover, there are tanks with even more weapons mounted upon them, there are tanks with more armour, more speed, more everything, but Gideon stands above them all. Being reiterated to the point where the design can hardly get any better, every engineer knows how to work on that tank, its spare parts are always plentiful and it had been designed with the idea of ease of repair in mind. Its reliability makes this tank the favoured of any commander for any situation, whilst other tanks are superior in niche conditions, the Gideon is good enough for most tasks, most of the time.
Waiting a few more minutes until the last of the checks are finished and the tanks crew is gathered, you yourself clamber into the machine. Quickly, your head-up display shows that the entire squadron of 28 tanks, double strength being the first squadron of the regiment, alongside 56 APCs carrying soldiers in protection suits, two APC’s carrying 30 men each covering one tanks as it moves. A grand total of 1908 men under your direct command, quickly begin to depart your regimental headquarters to cover a massive wasteland of nothing but ash and endless acidic rain.
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It’s already the third week of increased patrols, and the men are suffering from the increased patrols. The lack of anything causing far more damage than being in actual combat. It annoys you to, the waiting, the endless waiting never knowing when you will be struck, in active combat you know where your foe is and where you will be struck from, but not when you have to wait. Taking a bite from the colourless mush of a nutrition bar, you force yourself to swallow the flavourless, textureless piece of what some would call food. Apparently, you heard that they used to have a nice crunch and delicious flavour, being so convenient soldiery had begun eating them when not in active combat or away from base, but being about ten times more expensive than regular rations that drove logistics officers into a rage, whom soon requested that the ration bars be made as unappealing as possible.
<span class="mu-b">If those ancient rumours are true, I would personally hand every single one of those logistics officers.</span> You think in annoyance.
