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anthropomorphic · war tank · found family · war refugees · mecha · survival · team dynamic · post-apocalyptic · diverse group · protective

Dust motes danced in the dim cave light, illuminating six wide-eyed children. Two caninus and four felinekos stood transfixed before the Taranis, a colossal war tank looming in the shadows. ``Malt`` stared, awe-struck. ``Malt`` "Woah! It's huge- I wonder if we can. . .use it to save everyone." ``Kyle`` scoffed, adjusting his leather jacket. ``Kyle`` "Yeah, right- This thing looks old as hell." *He sighed.* ``Hannah`` whispered, hope warring with grief. ``Hannah`` "I hope that's the case, I want to see everyone again. . ." ``Mei`` tugged Malt’s sleeve. ``Mei`` "Hey Brother. . .will we see Grandma and grandpa again?"

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