First, there was a space, then it was filled in by See-and-not-be-seen, still as an awkward pause standing next to Bob. “They’re coming, 25 tanks, SEAL Dude”, he said quietly.
“Light up the Weeds of War!”, Bob ordered, beginning the Battle of Mendocino.
A fetid fog of War from the mother of all Doobies filled the air. Bob’s faceplate was sealed, like the others, smeared with Extra-Virgin Olive oil from Momma’s Olive groves in Green Acres to fend off the sickly sweet, oily smoke. But the enemy tank’s optics would be briefly inconvenienced just long enough to fall into the- the boom shook the earth – the trap.
Thus began the Battle of Mendocino, nicknamed the 2nd Battle of Endor.
“Lock and load”. Roll call!” “Django 1, ready!” “Raj 2, ready!” “Fuki 3, ready!” “”Pinto 4, Ready!” and 3 more chimed in. “7 guys and one SEAL Dude against 25 tanks. I hope you know what you’re doing, Nick, he repeated for the 12th time.
They heard the sound of rubbing, the tanks were essentially bots, electric, but treads still made noise and the road was old-fashioned tar. Out of the smoke came the profile of a huge cannon, followed by the first tank. The body was Pretty small, actually, about the size of a Yugo. It plunged into the gigantic hole that used to be roadway. Then, the next. And the next. 4! 5 in quick succession until the rest realized there was a hole in the ground and not roadway. Bots expanded around the remaining tanks and the firefight was under way.
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