Utterly Mad

Wolf:
((Nah, s'justa tank wit legs. 3 crewmembers. Garage is big to store em all. I'm bad at explaining stuff aren't I... ))

James eases up to his previous demeanour.
"Well, no sir. We were told to go here, make sure the walker is ready for action, then wait for our new commander. And we've made sure this thing is in the best damn condition it could be in!"
He gives a firm slap on the front plate of the walker.

The walker is a bipedal hull, with a turret armed with a 90mm cannon placed on the top. There's also a smaller turret on the belly armed with a twin 12mm machinegun.

"Though they did say something about reporting in readyness. Radio's inside corporal"
James gestures towards the open commander's hatch.

Father:
You make your way through the compound, past the busy workers and the occasional drilling units.
At the gate, you find your commanding officer. She's a proper-looking officer, wearing the uniform cleaned and straightened out by the book.
She looks at you, and gestures you over.
"You mut be our new flamer. I'm sergeant Rebecca Hansen. Are you ready to move out?"