By Matthew Weaver-Uzelac
Mental
Cognition 2d12
Artillery: Main Gun 8d12
Knowledge 2d6
Profession: Soldier 2d6
Mien 2d6
Smarts 4d10
Gamblin' 3d10
Survival 2d10
Tinkerin' 5d10
Spirit 2d6
Guts 2d6
Corporeal
Deftness 3d6
Shootin': SMG 8d6
Nimbleness 2d10
Drivin': Hover, Tracked: 8d10
Strength 1d8
Quickness 3d8
Vigor 4d6
Wind: 12
Pace: 8 (lame)
Size: 6
Soldier: Armor 5
Rank: Lieutenant 2
Belongins' 1
Hindrances
Bad Ears -3
Loyal -3
Lame -3
Ugly as Sin -1
Gear: IBS Helmet, Kevlar Vest, Combat boots, Geiger Counter, Binoculars, SA SMG (w/high capacity magazine), 2 spare high capacity magazines, 100 rounds ammo, 5 days of MilRats
Personality: Of course I can drive it. Let me look around the engine compartment and see if I can get it running. Since you think you have to ask. It was a one of those depleted uranium suckers. It tore through our armor and rattled around inside the tank, that's what did in my knee. The explosion in the Ammo compartment popped one of my eardrums and the fire made my face look like this. I was lucky; the rest of my crew didn't get out. After a few months at the field hospital they patched me up and tried to get me another crew and another track. Only in transit, my division assembly area got "erased."
All right, turn it over. Hmm sounds good enough. All right, mount up, we have 40 tons of tank to park on some people.
Quote: "Mount up and move out!"