[color=0072bc][h3]Evan's Post[/h3][/color]
Evan's eyes shone with excitement as the forms were handed over. This was his specialty! Mechanical jobs like this were where he excelled! With a brief shout of [b]"Sir!"[/b], he took off running towards the APC to drive it into the garage. He had much work to do, and not nearly enough time to do it. When he pulled into the vehicle bay, he looked around and noticed that the mechanics were surprisingly less busy than usual. That was good. He was a bit early but since they didn't have many outstanding duties, they could get to work immediately. 

Jumping down from the APC, he gathered the idle mechanics with a shout. [b]"You there! Yes, you seven. Get over here, we have a lot of work to do!"[/b] When one of the mechanics protested, asking just who the hell he thought he was, he grinned and threw the bundle of forms at the man. [b]"Your boss for the next 12 hours. Now gather 'round, here's what we have to do..."[/b]

...

Phew... Evan wiped his brow as he took a step back from the APC and examined the work in progress. They still had a few hours left in the day and the work wasn't done yet, but he had to admit the other mechanics had been doing an impressive job of keeping everything on track. The night optics got installed quickly, and the wire armour he had requested was nearly installed. The only thing left to do was to finish attaching this damn muffler, which was proving uncooperative. Damn imp piece of shit... Of course nothing Gallia had in stock fit perfectly, so he had been busy trying to jam a muffler onto an exhaust pipe a tenth of an inch too large. Crawling back under the APC he began tinkering away again. [b]"Lets see... if we grease this spot... Come on.. Get in there you damn. Piece of... GGGHHHAAAAAAA!!"[/b] Try as he might, even with his impressive amount of strength, he could not get the muffler to settle into place. Damn it... He was going to have to get a machinist to modify this, wasn't he... Marking a few points with his chalk, Evan crawled out, cracked his back and started walking over to the machine shop. Hopefully they'd be able to get everything fixed up within a few hours, otherwise the darcsen was going to be a very unhappy man.

...

On the way back, Evan spied something unusual being carried through the shop. A pair of soldiers were carrying in an 80mm recoilless rifle with a broken stand, no doubt to be given to the machinists for repairs. ... If he didn't intercept it, that was. Calling over in a booming voice, Evan approached the two grunts. [b]"Ho there, Soldiers, where's this rifle off to?"[/b] [b]"Oh, uh,... the firing range, after it's stand gets fixed. The officers want us to set it up for training new recruits."[/b] Evan grinned as he reached into his pocket and retrieved another acquisition sheet. Tossing it to one of the soldiers, he replied [b]"Not anymore. Get the machinists to put that thing on a vehicle mounting and bring it over to the APC. We need it a lot more than you."[/b] His aquisition complete, Evan went back to assisting the other mechanics with installing the last bits of wire armour. Still grinning at the fortune of being able to nab one of those rifles, he whistled a merry tune. It might not have as much punch as a lance, but it had longer range, better accuracy, and a much faster rate of fire. NOW they might stand a chance if they encountered an enemy tank.

[color=ed1c24][h3] Lukas' Post [/h3][/color]
2nd Lieutenant Lukas Glockner finished loading the ammunition into the prototype tank's turret and magazines, and began to start testing the turret's rotation and gun handleing. Good... Good... Good... Uh... That's a little stiff. Better loosen that bolt... Squad 655 was going to be deploying to test this tank out soon, and he was going to make damn sure that none of the parts he was responsible for failed. Lets see... Right, Left, Up, Down, Load, Unload... Good. Lukas ran through his drills several more times, making absolutly sure that everything was indeed 'fine', before climbing out of the turret and jumping down to the ground. A tank gunner was only as good as his gun, and he was not going to let his stellar reputation be destroyed by negligance. 

As luck (or unluck) would have it, Lukas had landed just as his senior officer walked by to inspect the tank. Saluting Lieutenant Beirmann, Lukas quickly rattled off his report. [b]"Sir! The ammunition is loaded, and the weapons and turret systems are fully functional. Everything is in order and we are ready for feild testing, Sir!"[/b] Lukas had a phenominal amount of respect for Beirmann, but also equally feared him for his reputation and senior rank. He never really spoke to the man outside of what was what it was his duty to report, so he was always a bit nervous around him.