A rumble echoed over the sandy plains as a MG36 drove forward. The name "RENÉ" was painted skillfully on the hood as the tracks rumbled through the desert floor before slowly grinding to a halt under some rare, shaded trees as the tank softly shut off.

A Camel woman grunted, raising herself up above the open hull to look out across the desert squinting her eyes as the sun beamed down, shirtless because of the heat in the tank as she looked forward in the endless plains ahead. She grunted as another head popped up from the hatch. pressing into her breast as her poodle commander poked her head out as well. Resting her arms on the hull.

—"Those bastards didn't know what hit zem. Look how they run!" Marcelle spoke, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff as her eyes squinted looking into the empty plains. Causing her much taller companion to groan.

—"The heat has gotten to you. We are still a whole day from the front you lunatic!" The Camel rose out of the tank climbing down into the shade as the sun hotly beamed down on her as she stretched her muscles.

—"Tsk. Oh Come on Abelia! Don't tell me a little 15 hour trip has you all tuckered out already." The poodle teased as the Camel turned to face her. A unamused scowl across her muzzle as the poodle's eyes had lowered to her breasts before back onto her face again as Marcelle sighed with a grin. Switching topics.

—"Alright, only for you, beautiful. We will take a small break. Rene needed a maintenance check anyway." Marcelle followed her out. Going to check the tracks of her beloved tank.

Abelia however moved into the sun. Going to set back against a nearby boulder as she looked up watching the clouds taking a moment's rest as she crossed her legs laying back fully letting the rays move over her body as it warmed her fully. She still had a long trip to go before they reached the front.