Alright Partner, Keep On Rolling Baby. You Know What Time It Is.

[Tankita Bananas]

((Closed to Rayleigh))

Mud caked nearly her entire form. Her left tread sported a huge chip in it which got the tank caught up on larger rocks and got miscellaneous items stuck in her wheels. Her muzzle was dented as though someone took a hammer to the poor creature and her exhaust pipe peppered the air with thick, black, sporadic clouds. Tankita Bananas was hurt.

Tankita Bananas needed healing badly.

Of course, the Ai'Borne of the Citadel were a bit confused in their ways as to how they could heal a mechanical monster. The steel sentinel begged and pleaded with the healers of Radasanths most famous establishment to help her recover from her wounds but was rebuked. Even with their large magical prowess, the healers simply knew of no way to repair the gear worn gargantuan.

She managed to make her way to Raiaera on sheer willpower alone. The chip in her tread was larger now, the plate almost completely missing. To lose such a piece of her would be akin to a human without an ankle, she would become immobile. As much as the tank hated elves, there was a story that a small group in the magical land knew of someone that was an expert with machines. If she could find this person, and use her abilities to recover from her injuries, she would be able to exact her revenge on those who wrought their form of justice upon her.

The Night of Raykita was nigh.