[b]Name:[/b] Marcus Goldstein
[b]Location:[/b] Armoury class => Practice
[b]Status:[/b] Good 

Outside of the dramatic reveals, Armoury class was actually rather soothing to Marcus. Just routine maintenance, something to keep his thoughts focused while not being too taxing. Before the hour was gone he had figured out what caused problems with the left tread. It was simple really. Somewhere during their little romp in the woods the remains of a tree stump had lodged itself between the hull and the main drive wheel. However the drive train had so much grunt behind it that it had started to grind down the wood to mulch rather than jam. Once the massive clod of dirt and roots had been pried free with the liberal application of grease and a large crowbar, it ran like clockwork once more. Marcus was so engrossed in his work he didn’t notice the bell had rung until the teacher physically tapped him on the shoulder.

One profuse apology later, he reversed the Unsubtle out of the classroom and drove towards the firing range. While the tank rode, Marcus was still seated on the engine deck as he hastily bolted the tread guards back on.

“Good afternoon.” he greeted the rest of class as the Unsubtle settled in place. A couple of more twists of the wrench and that bolt was back in place, just two more to go.