Who Let the Twins Park?

Dropship screaming through the void. Boots hit dust and steel. Odette rollin' heavy.

Yeah, you know the deal. Last fire in the distance.

Smoke across the sand. But somehow in the chaos, the tank's not

where we planned. Commander's on the net like, "Who's in charge of that?"

Twins just grin and shrug and say, "Sir, we got the

stat." Five minutes later, silence, then a tech starts to bark.

"Sir, question for the group, who let the twins park?"

Tracks were shiny, armor clean, brand new war machine. Now it's sittin'