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Klara moved the glass closer to her, then she glanced at the post. Once she paid the full amount in the Papiermark, she took a small sip and nodded.

“Better than most places.”

She finished the glass and placed it down on the counter.

“The Kaiserin should be coming soon, if I'm not mistaken..." Klara said, mostly to herself.

The tank overheard, responding quietly, "Kaiserin? Do you think I look acceptable for her presence or should I hide myself?" Sturmtiger asked Klara. He never much saw the Kaiserin, let alone them seeing him, and he wanted to make a good impression.

She paid for the drink and sat back sipping it while watching those about. Were those tanks talking??..huh well shed seen it all i suppose, sighing she would put in her headphones and let music calm her for a bit.

Klara chuckled. “She won’t care much! If anything, she’ll be too drunk to notice…”

She shifted her feet before looking out of the window, then she retrieved a cross from inside her coat.

“I received this from the Kaiserin after a major battle, she’s a nice person if you get on her good side, which is difficult to do. I think you’ll pass though.”

He studied the cross, saying, "That's a relief. Let's hope she doesn't mind that I look outdated next to your beauty of steel outside."

The blonde girl wearing a military uniform entered the building. The giant cross on her right chest hung there, shining light into the poor folks who happened to be staring at it.

She swept her eyes across the room and spotted the white-haired girl she was looking for.

“Klara!” Her voice carried across the room as she approached the mech pilot. She stopped when she saw the Sturmtiger-- she recognized it immediately, and opened her mouth.

“A Sturmpanzer? Meine Gute, ich, I’ve always wanted to see one of these!”

He froze in anxiety, not wanting to mess up this chance. He stayed silent, at a loss for words. He squared his armaments up, pointing in their regular combat positions in an attempt to look as best he can.

Hank places the money inside of the safe before looking to the female who ordered the vodka "we pride ourselves in serving only the finest drinks for our patrons"

Monika approached the Sturmtiger and smiled. “Hello, nice to meet your acquaintance, You may know me as the Kaiserin, but you may call me Monika. Excuse my behavior, I’ve always had a fascination for wonderful designs like you.”


She paused before continuing, “How do you… work, if you do not mind me asking?"

He began to speak, but slightly slower, and in a deeper tone than usual. "Thank you for the compliment. Physically, I work off of a Maybach HL230 P45 V-12, water-cooled gasoline engine, giving me around 690 horsepower. My max speed is 40 kph, but my power and resilience more than make up for my sluggishness. I was made originally for the purpose of medium to long-range infantry support, made specifically to destroy buildings and fortified positions to help lighter units pass through otherwise hostile areas. For closer range engagements, I use a 7.92 MG 34 machine gun and a 100 mm grenade launcher, firing SMi 35 leaping mines, which are especially effective if the enemy tanks underside takes the brunt of the blast." He said informatively, hoping he wasn't droning on.

Monika was listening and took a minute to process the tank’s words.

“Zat-- that is truly fascinating… Klara here is actually the product of our new research project aimed at reusing older tank models as effective combat weapons.”

She gleamed. “Can I buy you something… Did you have a name? I’m sorry I didn’t ask for it.”

"I simply go by Sturmtiger most of the time. There was a small group of people that often talked about me, and they called me 'Juggernaut'. Call me whichever you prefer." He said. There was a small group of about five teens who often visited the warehouse he lived in for the longest time; They were the ones who cleaned out his engine and fixed his tracks so that he was functional again.

“Juggernaut… Well, I’m assuming you’ve already gotten to know Klara? You two seemed to have been talking before I arrived.”

She leaned against the counter and took off her hat.

“I thank you for your service to Das Vaterland.”

"Und ich dich." He replied. "I would salute if I had arms." He said, half-joking.

Monika chuckled, then assumed her blank expression. “I could make that happen, right Klara?”

Klara, who was sitting a chair further, nodded her head.

Monika looked at the Sturmtiger again. "Wenn Sie dies wunschen, I’d be happy to help a fellow soldier,"

"Ich wünsche es mir. When do we start?" He asked. He was trying his best to retain composure, but it was almost impossible due to the sheer gratitude he felt towards Monika.

“Wann immer Du fertig bist, You can have your design look however you like. You want to be like Klara? I can make that happen.”

The Kaiserin showed a slight smile now.

“I mean… as long as it’s not too radical of course, I’ll have it built!”

He nodded. "Ich bin fertig. Thank you for this opportunity. Just something like Klara's, but maybe four legs for better stability and load-bearing capabilities." He said, following her, 'Not too radical' rule.

Graven waltzes into the bar, kinda like he owns the place, but not in an entitled way. He sits down at a table by himself and orders an unimportant-to-note drink. He watches the surrounding area at the other people.

with a quiet stretch she entered the bar, her eyes settling immediately on the book nook part of the establishment. she smiled and strode right past the bar and towards an open chair, getting settled in all comfy like. "ah, this will do nicely." she said to herself mostly as she pulled a random book from a nearby shelf and got to reading, her purple eyes locking themselves to the page like glue.