“Pull up along side that half track and park her.” Emilia said through his comm helmet.
Turning the controls Broly watched from behind his LCD monitor as a parked half-track with a sizable tent built off the side of it slowly came into view of their rolling war machine. Grinding the transmission down into it’s lower gear and depressing the obviously worn brakes the full-blood brought the tank to a halt.
“You don’t think it’s the same thing, do you?” Emz said from the command seat.
Broly was already unbuttoning his hatch and climbing out. Sliding down the bow and to the sands beneath his feet the blonde Saiyan jogged over to the half track and ripped one of the fliers down off the side of the parked half-track.
“Yeah. It’s the same.” He said crushing the flier in his hand and heading through the canvas flaps that served as a front door.
“I’d like to sign up for Dante’s Abyss. My wife will spectate.” He said to the nearest employee he had been taking a drink from his canteen.
Sitting the blonde man down the staff took his blood, filmed a short video of him staring at the video camera with disgust, and filled out several documents. Once the formalities were done they proceeded to guide him towards a metal pad towards the back of the large tent. Once both Broly and his wife Emilia were on it a brilliant flash of light carried them away to Dante’s Abyss. Leaving their hulking war machine to be driven back to Emilia’s camp by the lone gunner left inside.
Turning the controls Broly watched from behind his LCD monitor as a parked half-track with a sizable tent built off the side of it slowly came into view of their rolling war machine. Grinding the transmission down into it’s lower gear and depressing the obviously worn brakes the full-blood brought the tank to a halt.
“You don’t think it’s the same thing, do you?” Emz said from the command seat.
Broly was already unbuttoning his hatch and climbing out. Sliding down the bow and to the sands beneath his feet the blonde Saiyan jogged over to the half track and ripped one of the fliers down off the side of the parked half-track.
“Yeah. It’s the same.” He said crushing the flier in his hand and heading through the canvas flaps that served as a front door.
“I’d like to sign up for Dante’s Abyss. My wife will spectate.” He said to the nearest employee he had been taking a drink from his canteen.
Sitting the blonde man down the staff took his blood, filmed a short video of him staring at the video camera with disgust, and filled out several documents. Once the formalities were done they proceeded to guide him towards a metal pad towards the back of the large tent. Once both Broly and his wife Emilia were on it a brilliant flash of light carried them away to Dante’s Abyss. Leaving their hulking war machine to be driven back to Emilia’s camp by the lone gunner left inside.
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