"And Up over the mountain", the large Mechanical beast wired up over the hill, they had gotten very slightly lost... Only slightly. They were now inland going towards the friendly Liberated beach. The machine had lost its markings of its country of origin. But then it had lost that month before in the bogs of the Trenches. Back when the machine had fought tooth a nail in some of the worst conditions in the land. Fighting every day to stop a superior force from move one more step towards them. Every day losing battalions and brigades to the endless forces of an enemy that was better funded and armed for an attack. As the turret peeked over the lip of the hill, it made large THUMPing noises and CRACKing sounds as its feet found grip in the fox holes and encampments of the beaches. The face and grill looked like shit, it had large pieces of branch and tree in its front. It had almost lost its antenna in the fights and was smothered with dirt. If the crew hadn't known better they would have thought it was a hostile given its alien nature. 

As it started to make its descent. The defence platoons that it had to walk past looked up from their work. Into the underside,m as it swung its legs around the beach losing traction and speed. Richardson didn't mine, to him she was still alive and kicking. However, the ground pounders didn't seem to be best pleased. To them, it was a hulking slab of metal, the first lenders weren't much pleased either. This would, after all, of absorbed large amount of bullets. Why wasn't it landed with them, why is it only just arriving now? Why isn't it holding its serial number and detachment pain, it looks like it been through too much combat, and not in a good way. Richardson could feel this, as could Dawson. Opening the hatch he shouted down "Hey, Richardson! I don't much like this... It feels like their gonna turn on us at any minute. Are you sure this is the right beach?" Richardson nodded "Yup, look. 7th Division" pointing to the landing crafts. Dawson sighed, shutting the hatch and sitting back in his cockpit. Spotting the landing crafts offload point. He stopped the Rig and parked it on them flat of ground next to it. Settling in until he was needed again.