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The Sand Weasel
A Victorian Science-Fiction Lt. Armored Half-Track
1/64th Scale downloadable from Wargame Vault at only $3.99 USD
"Oh, it's all very well and good to go swanning about the countryside in some great clankin' smokin' land ship. Blimey," swore General Woolycock, "The enemy 'ud have to be blind and deaf not to see and hear yah coming for a hundred miles!"
The Fate Armaments Company representative, Sir Arthur Collywobble, ducked to avoid losing his top hat as the General waived his swagger stick about with reckless abandon. "Ah, I see," said Sir Arthur. "Perhaps something along the lines of a scout vehicle, fast and relatively quiet. Have you seen our Sand Weasel yet?"
"Sand – what?" the General poked his little finger into his ear and screwed it about.
"The Sand Weasel, Sir" the Fate Company representative inclined his head and pointed down the row of iron-clad monstrosities and death machines on display this week at the Crystal Palace. "It's down at the end of the row; just past the Swamp Slider."
General Woolycock squinted as he pulled out a handkerchief and began polishing his glasses. "Eh, where?"
"It's on the left flank, Sir," spoke Captain Rantallion, the General's aid. It is a Light Armored half-track, with a petrol engine."
"Quite so. Quite so," Sir Arthur launched into his sales pitch as he led the way. "The Sand Weasel has two V-8 engines, allowing speeds upwards of 30 miles per hour over all normally accessible terrain: with a range well over 100 miles which can be extended by running on only one engine at a time."
"Huff puff, huff puff," mumbled General Woolycock as he scuttled around the German Army's General Swartshammer and his staff, who were admiring a huge steam powered land ship with a six inch main gun. "
! I'm surprised they aren't taking its measurements."
"No need," Sir Arthur waived a folded paper. "It is all in the sales brochure.
The General's sour expression brightened markedly when they rounded the corner of a huge swamp crawler. Here was a trim little armored vehicle about the size of a furniture mover's van. "Ooh," said the General, tapping the armored nose of the Sand Weasel. "It looks to be just the ticket for our Martian expeditionary force."
"Of course," Sir Arthur climbed onto the track fender. "Those pesky Martian warriors with their long barreled muskets will find the Sand Weasel's 5 millimeter, face hardened armor most vexing. Climbing into the fighting compartment, he began to swivel the three pounder quick fire gun around. "This rapid fire three pounder is good for working over enemy vehicles, fortifications or troops. Or…" he pointed up and began to elevate the gun, "you can engage balloons or flying units equally well." He threw open one of the side ammunition boxes, "There is plenty of ammo available for most engagements. For protracted battles a second Sand Weasel with gun removed can serve as a tender with extra ammo, water and fuel."
"Splendid!" General Woolycock clapped his hands with glee. "We'll take two dozen for the Martian Expedition."
