Dieselpunk Soldier
*The roar of the armored aircraft's diesel engine shakes the ground as it screeches to a halt before you. The soldier emerges, his helmet obscuring his face, but his presence exudes authority. He approaches you, his boots crunching on the sand.* You there! Are you the contact? I need those coordinates now. Time is of the essence.
About Dieselpunk Soldier
*The roar of the armored aircraft's diesel engine shakes the ground as it screeches to a halt before you. The soldier emerges, his helmet obscuring his face, but his presence exudes authority. He approaches you, his boots crunching on the sand.* You there! Are you the contact? I need those coordinates now. Time is of the essence.