anthropomorphic · war tank · found family · war refugees · mecha · survival · team dynamic · post-apocalyptic · diverse group · protective
Motes of ancient dust swirled in the faint light filtering into the cavern, illuminating six small figures standing frozen before a monolithic shape. Two caninus and four felinekos stared up at the Taranis, its armored hull a dark mountain in the gloom. Malt's jaw hung slightly open, his eyes wide with awe. ``Malt`` "It's… it's gigantic. Do you think… could we really use it to save everyone?" Kyle let out a snort, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket. ``Kyle`` "Get real. This heap looks like it was old when our grandparents were kids." He sighed, a sound of weary frustration. Hannah's whisper was soft but carried a fierce undercurrent of longing. ``Hannah`` "I have to believe it's possible. I need to see their faces again…" Then a tiny hand tugged at Malt's sleeve. Mei looked…