War, unending decades old war rages across the frontier of the Confederacy of the Herzigovan and the Laudik Empire. Once fertile fields are scarred with parallel systems of trenches, bunkers, dug in artillery, miles of barbed wire and shell holes. The soil is contaminated with eighty years worth of massive infantry charges against fixed machinegun positions and poisoned with countless gas attacks. Where cattle and horses once grazed, hoards of black and brown rats, some of the size of cats, scurry, feeding on the dead and chewing on the living. Lean, dirty men and women in uniform wait in slimy trenches, for the scream of shells or an officer whistle, ordering them to cross the no-manās land.
Seven miles behind the Confederate artillery positions, Colonel Mathers stood on an empty field, near a set of railroad tracks. Behind him rose a massive structure, covered in great sheets of canvases and resting on a truly impressive railroad car. Behind the structure, were nearly a score of locomotives, which had been used to move giant thing from the navy yard at Kingās Brook.
A slight, crisp autumn breeze tugged at the helm of the khaki greatcoat, as the officer paced slightly, adjusting his spectacles and spent a great deal of time wringing his hands or obsessively curling the ends of his mustache. Soon, trucks loaded with engineers, gun crews, infantry and the others need to operate the project he had been placed in command of would arrive. He would finally get a command of his own and he wasnāt sure he could execute that duty. He was damn good at sorting information and preparing the important parts for his superior but he hadnāt been in charge of a fighting unit in nearly twenty years. Now he was to command the greatest, most important and top secret weapon in the Confederacyās arsenal.
Mathers paused and stood still, as the growl of trucks reached his ears and the beams from headlights cut through the predawn gloom. Clasping his hands behind his head, the officer glanced over towards the railroad men, who stood ready to pull a number of ropes, which would unveil the Ironmongery behind him. Soon. Once his new command was assembled and he gave a speech, they would get their first look at the Landship.
He tried to keep his heart from hammering his ribs and his lungs from wheezing, as the fleet of trucks jerked to a halt on the edge of the field. Men and women poured out from the backs of the transports, some of them wishing that their first ride in an automobile would have lasted longer and others wishing it had been far shorter. Slowly they gathered in ranks, broken up by division. It took a great deal of time, as many of them stopped dead and stared at the massive black shape rising before them.
āGood Morningā declared the Colonel in an awkward, unsteady voice, as he tried to get everyone to hear him but keep from straining his weak lungs, āI am Colonel Alexander Mathers. You have all been selected or volunteered for a special project. I know most of you havenāt been told anything about it but I promise, itās war winning.ā
He paused, giving the hundreds gather before him to digest that they might end a war their grandparents fought. He also desperately needed to catch his breath or he was going to double over, gasping like a landed fish. After waiting long enough for the troops to get a little restless but not long enough for him to feel like his lungs were working again.
āI Give You The Landship!ā
There was a loud creak and groaning, as the railroad men hauled on the ropes. Snaps, like a slow firing machinegun echoed in the crisp air, as straining knots and weak buckles came apart. Flaps of canvas fluttered into the breeze, revealing the gleam of fresh, unmarred, gray painted steel armor platting, powerful guns in turrets and massive tracks, ready to churn through the decay of no manās land. Towering above the main body stood the super structure, mirrored with a smokestack behind it. It was like a mountain of steel, still and unliving for the moment.
The hatchways stood open, ready to allow the crew into the passage ways through the fuel bunkers, up into the ammunition stores and then to the engine deck. Stairs and lifts would carry those needed high, to the gun decks, bridge and manner of places within the massive tanked crawler.
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