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ground : -------=battered ground - terre battue///// Chapter Three Hunter immediately brought the group to a halt, as they examined the abandoned machine. What is it?, Snowolfe asked, his voice cautious. And then Hunter recognized it. It's a Valanar Guard Light Strike Tank, or what's left of it. This particular tank has seen better days. The group quickly examined the still hulk. What had once been thick tank treads had been blasted into rapidly decaying chunks of rubber, some still clinging to the tank's twisted wheels, the rest scattered on the battered ground. Over forty years, and although much of the metal on the tank was rusted and corroded, the rubber was still fully intact. Thin, deep furrows in the tank's armor which looked suspiciously like those made by large claws marred it's body, and the left side of it's turret had been completely ripped off, the interior gutted. The four machine guns which were in place at the turret's center were twisted and broken far beyond !
repair.
 The remains of it's crew were nowhere to be found. Now I recognize it., HKFooei said after closer inspection. His Perforator was held easily at his side, muzzle pointing toward the ground. I've never seen one of these except in museums. They weren't much of a match for the beings that Shubb- Niggurath fielded in those days., Hunter answered grimly. From what it can see, it looks like a Shambler got this one. Machine guns didn't do much more than sting those things. A shambler?, Harakari asked, not understanding Hunter's reference. What it that? Hunter surveyed the tank once more, his eyes narrowing. Pray that you never find out. He turned his attention to the rest of the team. Alright, history lesson is over. Let's move it out, people. ...