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As you ponder through the buzzing halls of your military school,you smell danger and tense-ness in the air.You hault before the workshop,nothing but the sound of quiet clanks of machinery being heard..You enter,to find Danger Sasha working on a tank,she doesn't seem to notice,her whole focus and attention being on the machine before her as she struggles with it.