“We're gonna need a new arm set on the auto loader, can you pass mx to have that ready later?” The main gunner bent over and examined the systems that were bent back but had clear stress marks and shining bare metal where the large tool had forced it back into alignment. Command could have it waiting for them or could sit on their ass all day waiting for parts and waste a whole night doing the job. 

“Copy, still good to support advance?” The commander asked as he added that to a note pad for when he found the right radio net to report for maintenance teams. The radio crackled a bit. They watched from afar as they saw tanks and vehicles rolling into town with several groups of discounts beginning to break into the outskirts to set up spotters and such matters. Long they got targets, it was fine by them. 

“Gunfire ready on your calls, you got priority bar all hands calls.” The commander to the armoured group said as he leant back on his seat and scanned the 30mm sights. Nothing bar cooling fires on the thermal and no real activity they had to worry about. It was however paranoia that kept you alive and he rotated to scan for smaller light drones that the 30mm would be fine to engage at close ranges. 

“you need to buy better coffee, drive all good. Ready to go on command.” Nord said as they rested in the driver's seat. Having not needed to be busy, you took breaks where you could. A camo painted Stanley cup full of coffee, acrid bitter coffee that was obviously the cheapest crop found in the landing crafts stores. By all that's … who even purchased this. The engine rumbled on stand by quieter and powering the internal AC that was doing their best to cool, but this was the middle east. 

“Noted.” The commander said as they took in the calm before the next storm.