((Oh, Santa got my letter! <rubs his hands together, grinning so wickedly that even Luke would be proud> Hot damn, this is gonna be fun...))<br/><br/>Luke was wandering through the hallways, or what was left of them, anyway, when a very large pair of metallic arms began demolishing a nearby wall. Within seconds, an oversized, humanoid tank ripped its way into the dojo and leaped into Luke's path, a gaping monolith of blinking electronics and gleaming steel. It's movements were impossibly graceful, as though it were made of feathers and light rather than several tonnes of steel and carbide alloys. For a moment Luke crossed his arms and observed, wide-eyed, as the technological behemoth practically backflipped away from him before landing in an assault-ready position.<br/><br/>And then he started clapping.<br/><br/>"Wow! Whoo-hoo! Bravo! Aren't you just the most precious little thing! Who's a cute little superweapon? That's right, you are! Oh yes you are!" He said, laughing and spluttering nonsense baby-talk syllables. Nirvana gave a sigh and broke in on his taunting. 'Luke, could you please refrain from antagonizing the heavily-armed death machine?'<br/><br/>"Aw, but look at it, 'Ana! He's so cute!" Luke said in a comically affected voice. "I want one!" His laughter fell away when the tank-thing took aim with both of the Gatling guns. 'Um. 'Ana? Shield, please.' 'Affirmative.' A level-4 gravshield sprung into place just as the first rounds were fired, the shrill screams of the rotating cannons filling the air. The bullets were fired at such high velocity, the sheer kinetic energy managed to sink through the shield, pick Luke up off the floor and send him sprawling backward. As the tank took a couple loping steps forward, its weapons still trained on its target, Luke laid back and spoke with 'Ana.<br/><br/>'Alright. By my calculations, this is the third time I've been knocked on my ass today. I think I'm starting to get a little cheesed off. What do scans tell you?' 'Still working on it. I can find no records of prototypes or related research avenues anywhere...I have no idea what this thing is.' The tank took another step forward and seemed to motion for Luke to rise to his feet. He stood slowly, wiping his hands on his pockets and hooking his thumbs into his pockets as he readied for a real fight.<br/><br/>'Well, whatever it is...we're gonna need one hell of a can opener.'