"Great! Two full sets should at least reduce the size of this thing." Perhaps the best they can achieve for now. They'll have to figure out what to do afterwards.
As they agree on the plan, the tank trundles forward in what Faux can only hope is the right direction. The worst of the cyclonic winds hits them, and he feels the tracks starting to slip fractionally now. Not nearly enough to lift them, but its disconcerting. Unsure if they've hit the middle of the storms peak, an unpleasant feeling sets upon his circuits when the temperature dips even further down, enough now that he can recognize cold and colder.
Suddenly, a clawing sound emanates across the tanks casting. Slicing and a definite crackling get louder. A warning goes off at his screen now. Something is outside trying to get at them, and his tank is starting to loose chunks of itself from the strength of it.
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As they agree on the plan, the tank trundles forward in what Faux can only hope is the right direction. The worst of the cyclonic winds hits them, and he feels the tracks starting to slip fractionally now. Not nearly enough to lift them, but its disconcerting. Unsure if they've hit the middle of the storms peak, an unpleasant feeling sets upon his circuits when the temperature dips even further down, enough now that he can recognize cold and colder.
Suddenly, a clawing sound emanates across the tanks casting. Slicing and a definite crackling get louder. A warning goes off at his screen now. Something is outside trying to get at them, and his tank is starting to loose chunks of itself from the strength of it.