Snippet #839271

As Yuki fired upon the war machines, her weaponry did adequate amounts of damage. The unarmored legs of the CRAAR were quickly jammed, and the treads were spinning in place. It's turret was still operational. However, the shots smashed against the Mammoth Tank's treads, and ripped and evicerated them. Inside the hulking monster, a soldier turned to the Commander. "Sir. External treads are damaged. We're also picking up signals of something else outside the tank. We're unable to identify it!" He stated.
"Hmph. Fine. Whatever wants to attack us can. It's not like we're in a mobile fortress. They can't stop us from rolling." He said with an evil chuckle. "However, let's have some fun with our target. Charge the Rail cannons!"
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Jessie's eyes drifted up from the floor of the tank, sensing something near her. It was a familiar signature that she hadn't felt in a long time... Is that....Could...could it be? her mind thought. Or was it playing tricks on her. She then snapped to attention. They were targeting whatever was attacking the tank. Jessie couldn't let them, even if it wasn't her dear friend...

She needed to devise a plan...when it suddenly hit her! She knew what she would do!

She yelped out as a sharp, ripping pain jolted through her sides. Smoke began to pour out of the holes on the side of her body; thick bellowing clouds of it. It soon filled the Mammoth tank's hull, causing it's crew and operators to become choking, blind balls of wind. "What the hell!?" Nearly all of the crew shouted as their vehicle was polluted with grey clouds smoke. "Open the hatch! We'll sufficate if we don't!" They shouted. Sure enough, the tank's main hatch popped open, allowing the smokestorm to begin to flow out of the opening. Part one of her plan had worked...now for part two...

Jessie began to cry in agony. Her body felt like it was being set ablaze with gasoline and tar. Electrical jolts arced around her body and even on her body, jumping from place to place across her form. Suddenly, the tank began to shut down. Operating her electromagnetic field had worked!

"Sir, all of our systems have shut down! All of them! We're completely useless!" The war machine's crew cried.
"Damn! What's happening!? I still can't see!" The commander yelled.

Jessie closed the electromagnetic field, panting now, her cybernetic lungs unaffected by the smoke. Tears still dripping down her face, she pushed herself up, and stumbled towards the tank's hatch. She jumped out, and landed only briefly on the rim of the hatch, before stumbling off. Her legs were shakey, and weak from using her field. She pushed herself up again, and began to shamble away from the tank, not getting far before her face met the ground again. She looked around...and began to ready herself for capture again...but wait! What about that other energy signature she felt before?