[center][color=a187be][b][h1]Hans Vallin[/h1][/b][/color][hr][/center]
Glancing around the hangar, Hans did notice that his tank appeared to be drawing some attention, due to the unartistic ornaments of sandbags and logs that he, Joachim and Sora placed onto his second home. It was definitely a desperate kind of measure that the three of them thought up to help survive Imperial guns, due to the lack of resources provided to the Militia. But hell, Hans wouldn't be surprised by that, given those incompetent buffoons in command of the army. 

He did notice another tank parked nearby, with a blonde haired girl apparently being the commander of it, issuing orders to another kid, who was pretty much freshly conscripted. The tank was also a Gallian mass produced standard light tank, with its trademark 75mm short barreled gun. But the main difference was that the tank was brand new, freshly painted and unscarred from the war, unlike his, which was filled with shell marks. But soon, it will be.

[color=fdc68a]"Hey...I know that girl."[/color] The tank driver, Joachim said, as he pointed at the other tank commander. [color=fdc68a]"She was in Fouzen's town watch."[/color] 

[color=a187be]"She did?"[/color]

[color=fdc68a]"Yeah, I remember seeing her fighting in a tank when the Empire invaded the town. Thought she was dead from all that destruction, but man...what a surprise to meet a fellow Fouzen member here."[/color]

[color=a187be]"I beg to differ though."[/color] Hans replied [color=a187be]"Fouzen is a valuable mine. Whoever holds that place has the upper hand, so I would be very surprised if the Imperials turned a blind eye to that area. It wouldn't be strange to meet people like you, or her, wandering and fighting in the Militia to regain the town. Between this and Imperial labors, it was an obvious choice, if given the freedom."[/color]

[color=fdc68a]"Dude, stop it with this crap. You know I don't get those kinds of things."[/color] Joachim said, slightly annoyed.

[color=a187be]"That's why you will never become not even a Sergeant."[/color] Hans countered, with a slight punch to his shoulder, which even made him more annoyed.

[color=fdc68a]"Who the fuck wants that stupid rank? Too many shits to care about."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Only you don't. Anyway, business time."[/color] Hans said. [color=a187be]"Have you guys rechecked the tank for damage? I don't want any technical breakdowns later in the field."[/color]

[color=fdc68a]"I have, on my part. Aside from the hydraulic system at the front, everything is intact. I've made the little fucker worked on the field, but there's no guarantee that it will not go eighty-sixed when we are on our tracks. But I'll see what I can do."[/color]

[color=a187be]"Good. How about you Sora?"[/color] Hans turned to her, but she didn't listen. [color=a187be]"Sora."[/color]

He repeated, but his words appeared to fall into deaf ears. She was absent-minded, as always.

[color=a187be]"Sora!"[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Y-Yes!"[/color] The pull to Earth was a little sudden. [color=f6989d]"Everything's ok. The auto-loader's fine, the turret ring's fine. The 75 milimeters's ok, but there ought to be some improvements to it."[/color]

[color=a187be]"What kind of improvement do you mean?"[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Performance improvement."[/color] She replied. [color=f6989d]"Like I once said, the gun is good against fortifications, but its accuracy is mediocre. The penetration capability is also inferior to the Imperial counterpart. To be honest, if we meet another heavy tank head on like that day, well, I don't know what's gonna happen to us then."[/color]

Hans grunted mentally as he reminisces that faithful day. His entire squad decimated by that tank, and he himself getting holed by that tank's MG. The feeling of getting blown open by it was something he never wanted a repetition. A recognition medal was not enough to replace that scar on his chest.

[color=a187be]"Urgent upgrades are necessary, but unfortunately we don't have the conditions to do it."[/color] He replied, sternly yet sorrowful [color=a187be]"Anyway, good work you two. Let's report our presence."[/color]

The two comrades smiled at his compliments, walking past him, as their commander looked at them, with the same expression.

[color=a187be]"It has been a while..."[/color]

It was a little out of the norm for strangers that Hans was addressing his crew members so informally. Anyone who was familiar with military life at least. To Hans, they were the closest people he had ever known that were still alive and well. He didn't get to choose those he would be in a tank with. They were initially cautious, even hostile, toward him, but the three of them ended up being closer to each other more than anybody else in the world. It was a strange feeling, but it was a good one.

Hans stood in line, finally, along with his two comrades, addressing the Lieutenant, who was standing nearby. 

[color=a187be]"Corporal Hans Vallin, tank commander of the Pacifier. Reassigned from Squad 13."[/color] He made a quick salute, representing his own crew members. 

After the introduction, Hans noticed another blonde woman heading toward the workshop, being followed by another trooper, who was saying something. He apparently wasn't her friend. His expression was too hostile.

The guy stopped his pursuit, only to be punched by another guy, who then proceeded to brawl with him. 

As she passed by Hans, the tank commander casually, but curiously asked. 

[color=a187be]"You didn't seem well soldier. What's up with you and that guy?"[/color]

[@Avant]