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[color=gray][i]“Why’d you join?”

“Hmm?” 

“I thought you hate war. You aren’t called, are you?”

“...Yeah, It was voluntary.”

“So why? You have a good life. A loving family and a fantastic career. Why risk it all?”

“...”

“Why?”

“...If you think I’m crazy-“

“I don’t. You’re more well-grounded than so many. I just want to make sense.”

“...It wouldn’t make sense. As of now, it wouldn’t.”

“Why does it necessarily have a time period to it?”

“For now, just keep this in mind as we go. There’s more than just what orbits around you.”[/i][/color][hr]
[color=bf00ff]“Hello? Enemy tank eight hundred meters to your right.”[/color]

[color=fff257]“Huh?”[/color]

The call of his former teacher brought him back to the land called Europa. To a narrow dirt road somewhere in the countryside, and to a small hatch that he found half his body under it. The sound of gnarling Ragnite igniting with one another, the tremor feeling of the engine on the entire vehicle, and the sight of his tracks printed onto the dirt. It took Andrew a few seconds to realize that he was on his military assigned tank, on his march toward the new base. A quick alarm went off in his mind before he realized that he was almost bamboozled. 

[color=fff257]“Sod off...”[/color] Andrew replied as he wiped the sand in his eyes and readjusted himself firmly on his hatch. His last night sleep was horrible to say the least. He couldn’t even have his head placed correctly within his metallic home, let alone stretch his legs. Even the harsh Ranger training routine weren’t this bad. But hey, he wasn’t strangers to a poor night sleep, and he probably wasn’t the worst who took it last night. In fact having a place to catch up some Zs were already a blessing comparing to them.

[color=fff257]“Hey Philippe. You hanging in there?”[/color] Andrew ducked into his hatch and peered down to his left leg’s direction, where sat perfectly uniformly the man who made this into a moving vehicle and not just a metallic box. 

[color=c4df9b]“I’m fine. It’s just a distance away now. No need to halt the column.”[/color] Philippe responded, still very awake despite rising way earlier than the sun. 

Andrew then looked to his right. The short brown-haired lady who made this moving vehicle a deadly beast was still trying to catch up with her sleep next to the huge gun barrel. They seemed alright. The machine’s also in top-shaped. Good. 

[color=bf00ff]“How's the new engine modification I give you guys, Andrew?”[/color]

[color=fff257]"Sorry?"[/color] Andrew popped his head out of the hatch again before Michael repeated the question. [color=fff257]"Oh yeah, it's functioning okay for now. The heat is well-circulated and...well the protection against Lancers, that we will know soon enough I guess."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"At least it doesn't stick out like a sore thumb that's for sure."[/color] Michael said. [color=bf00ff]"And, if you have the means, you can have a clean metallic plate on top of the thing and make a cooking pan out of it."[/color] 

[color=fff257]"How convenient..."[/color] Andrew said, unsurprised. His former teacher was a Ragnite engineer for a reason. 

[color=bf00ff]“With that note in mind though, I'm a little hungry.”[/color]

It was a quite a while since his last meal, and he unfortunately didn't have the benefit of sleeping through the crawling stomach until the sun finally wakes up. 

[color=fff257]“Well, we ain’t that further away. But if you can’t wait...”[/color] Andrew reached for the small box he had, opened it and threw Michael a red apple. [color=fff257]“A farmer’s sweats and tears are in it.”[/color]

[color=bf00ff]“Thanks, but please, don’t feed me with that image.”[/color] The Edinburghian noble laughed as he rolled the apple in his arm, looking it top down before turning left and right to nearby soldiers marching with him. [color=bf00ff]“Anybody have a knife?”[/color]