[@PrankFox][@Crimson Flame]

More than once Tank Man swore he heard noise on the outer hull, but when he checked his cameras he didn't see anything like someone attacking. "Huh. Wonder was that was.."

He tapped the screen when he started noticing pink streaks on every feed. "'The hell is that? these aren't even color cameras..." He leaned forward in the cockpit, though, as he noticed the floating machines. "The hell are [i]those[/i]?" there was a drumming circling the outer hull, now, "...You want to play, huh? Alright."

The machine stopped suddenly, flipping a few cars and doing serious damage to the street as it did. A rear hatch opened wide, a lot of steam releasing as it did. Through the steam, a hissing of hydraulics and clunking of metal could be heard, until out stepped the infamous Tank Man.

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his voice rang out through some kind of speaker, but still sounded like he was talking through a tin can. "Alright, ya little punk, you've got my attention. What, you want an autograph, or something? Gimme the control to your stupid drones and I'll forget this happened. You and your little punk friends quit bangin' on my tank before you get hurt."