"One Two Three. LIFT!" cried Richardson. Loading his girl up with the last trunk. he was looking eye to eye with Private Dawson, his new gunner. Dawson wasn't new to Richardson, no. They had served in the trenches. He was the support element that often pushed forwards and took most of the damage, but due to heavy damage, his rig was knocked out. Due to this, he was reassigned to a new rig. All well, their loss his gain. Richardson jumped up and grabbed Dawson's hand and was pulled up into the belly of the beast. He quickly swung himself into his drivers seat and checks his window. Giving the cool metal on the gears a soft stroke as if to calm the machine down. He started the engine up with a roar spinning on the chair "Dawson! I think she needs some more Coal!" Dawson sighed, he grabbed the shovel and started loading chunks into the Kiln "You know, this peice of shit needs far too much coal to run at factory level, just trade her in" Richardson chuckled "She wouldnt like that, I have had her since she first rolled off the line" Dawson rolled his eyes and shut the kiln "She isn't safe". "War isn't safe, she is lucky" he replied banging on the side with a CLONK "You'll see a friend, she will see us through. Just you watch" as he pushed the controls forwards, coming towards the Landing zone.