Knight sighed and stood up. "For those of you who do not know me, I am Knight, no it is not my real name, I am a former Air assault Pathfinder, I join the ODST's on a recommendation letter from one Major Dare, a ONI spook who drafted me into her own personal ONI team, where during the second battle of Requiem I lost everyone on said team except the Major, afterwords I joined up with Julie's Spartan team, since then I was transferred here. I specialize in vehicles, if it moves I can pilot it. Anything else on me is classified and I'm not allowed to talk about it. Major Dare was very clear on that, if I do say anything, well the punishment is worse than army rations." He shuddered then turned to the Captain. "Well that's done, now I'm off to see a man about a tank, any of you want to spar, I'll be down in the weight room in thirty minutes."

With that the chatty young soldier left the room jogging down the hall towards the hanger and his prize. All he had to is get one of those bad boys and he would be able to die happy. With the Mantis battle suit becoming more and more popular the tanks were becoming more of a artillery item rather than world masher it had been before. Of course this had also led to increased popularity in the Elephant, maybe he could get one of those too. he thought as he neared the bay. He was glad he was wearing a helmet, his mouth watered at the site of so many pristine factory fresh vehicles.