City of IronFrom the belly of the steel behemoth Last Benediction wormed a voice that was quivering with fear Lieutenant, I dont feel so good about this A gravelly voice rang from Last Benedictions cupola Roe if I gave a damn about what you thought then I wouldve asked for your frakken opinion. The voice belonged to Benedictions veteran commander Belenor, who has seen it all down the iron sight of the cupolas heavy stubber which has given killing xenos and traitors a personal touch. Even though his voice was dripping with venom at the cowardice of the gunners statement he too was feeling the ice cold grip of fear starting to thread its way into his heart as he glanced around at the towering buildings that could hold an enemy bio-morph waiting to pounce. This chilling thought made easy his decision to re-enter his steeds belly closing the top hatch with a loud clang thus putting a layer of thick plasteel between him and the outside world. After allowing his eyes to readjust to the low red lighting that allowed the crew to operate without impunity, he was greeted with the welcoming sight of his crew focusing on their stations duties. Roe was stationed at the driver seat scrunched over the drive gears squinting through the slit that enabled him to see the road ahead. Behind him and to the right was the gunner Imre who ran the smooth operation of the tanks main Battle Cannon. To the side of Imre were Neero and Biro, the twin sponson gunners who were both fiddling with the targeting arrays on their heavy bolters. Last but not least was Nell who was the gunner . The twins were the newest additions to the crew and they were still in the process of getting into the flow of everything.