Gaiaterra: Elysea's Conflict/Manticore

Note: Do not confuse with the Elsword Empire vehicle or the Lineage Steel Legion vehicle of the same names

"Right out of the assembly line!"

-Manticore

The Manticore is a prototype superheavy tank and the most feared and powerful ground vehicle in the Repubic's disposal, serving as the epic unit for Black Desert Command. This epic unit is planned to be voiced by *TBA* and Kate Higgins (AI).

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History
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A collaboration with Ironforge from the Alliance of Hawke, the 100 ton experimental Manticore (no relation to the Elsword Empire or the Steel Legion vehicle) tank is the most technologically advanced tank currently deployed. It sports dual 155mm cannons to fend off lesser tanks, a dual 30mm auto-cannon turret to dispatch any infantry and aircraft that venture into its sights, and a set of rocket launchers to seal the deal. Deployed relatively early in the war, these rare tanks are usually seen leading entire Andoran armor divisions into the fray against their Voshkod counterparts. The Manticore is infamous for being the only tank that is able to beat one of the Big 3 Monsters in a one-on-one duel. This is not due to standard merits such as the plating of its armor or the parameters of its guns but rather because of nanite technology that can repair any damage done to the tank almost instantly. Several small, orb-shaped bots actively hover around the Manticore and dispense a regenerative, self-hardening nano-foam that quickly solidifies inside any holes in the hull, thus filling out missing chunks of the tank's structure. There are even reported cases of the tank being fully repaired before its enemies could fire their second volley.

The orbs do not only repair their parent vehicle but also any friendly vehicles within range. This makes the Manticore fearsome not only by itself but also in a tandem with friendly units. Andoran Generals of Black Desert are only authorized to field one Manticore at a time, so utmost care with this beast is necessary. The Manticore is a new ray of hope to the Andoran Republic that had seen so many defeats during the Voshkod onslaught.

Short Story
Hauptmann Robert Meyer-Feldkamp

Black Desert Breakthrough Command "Strife"

"It was a red dawn in the Season of the Eden 2008 V.C. when our Manticore tank first arrived at our camp near (insert), a mere 70 kilometers away from the fatherland. Me and my crew, Berger, Goldmann, and Rossi, were watching as the cargo train came to a halt. On it was the largest tank we had ever seen. It seemed even more massive than the Elephant. The Manticore was so heavy that the chassis and the turret were actually transported on two separate freight cars and assembled on-site by a crane. I still remember Berger being very jealous. He used to be our loader back when we were still riding a Leopard but the Manticore's shells were too massive for a man to handle and the entire vehicle was computer-assisted: Navigation, secondary weapons, countermeasures, the auto-loader. Berger really wanted to be in that tank with us but we had to part ways that day. I don't know what happened to him after the Voshkod took the fight to us. But yeah, I got into the cupola first and booted up the computer, or 'EVA' as it called itself; Electronic Voice Assistant. We quickly agreed that we didn't like the voice. It sounded all bitchy and patronizing in some passive-aggressive kinda way, so we just called her 'the Ex'. Then Goldmann and Rossi climbed in, commenting on those nifty leather seats and taking in that new tank smell. The folks at KMW really did their homework on this beauty. They even got a few car engineers on the team to design the interior; with a tank like this, it wasn't just about utilitarianism, it was about convenience. You could literally live inside that thing."

"Anyway, we then rolled out to our first assignment: A Voshkod convoy was making a supply tour through some of the towns and we had to put a stop to that. The Ex suggested an ambush position between a bunch of trees. I didn't see anything suicidally wrong with it, so I ordered Rossi to get us in there. The optics of the Manticore were excellent: I could sit there for hours watching the Eorzeans go about their business in the nearby village, eating, chatting, and doing their thing with no idea that we were waiting right around the corner. Then the convoy was done dropping its supplies and moved on to the next town, its front and rear guarded by a single T-80 respectively. This was our chance. I told Goldmann to engage the tanks first so that their wreckages would block the other vehicles from escaping. He punched in the targets, then hit the big red button. All we felt was a muffled thud and a gentle shake while the Kodiak in front of the convoy got blown in half. Number two followed within a few seconds. After that, we went to town on those Voshkod: Trucks, BMPs, men - The Manticore ripped them all to shreds. All I ever got was a bunch of target recommendations popping up on my display and the Ex asking for confirmation. One button press later, they all went up in a hail of gunfire and rockets. It was glorious."

"Suddenly, a group of Golem tanks approached us from the flank. We tankers used to hate these things even more than we hated the Blackbears or the Apocalypses. They were faster, obscenely well-armored, and infamous for their flanking attacks. They opened up on us and their shells smashed right into our unprotected side. I still remember Rossi going nuts while he turned our front armor toward them... And then I realized: Rossi -was- turning our front armor towards them; we were -still- alive! We'd just taken three 130mm shells to the guts and the Manticore just shrugged them off like it was nothing! The Ex just blabbered some technobabble crap about how she was 'engaging the nano dispensers' while Goldmann brought all weapons to bear. I like to imagine that these guys were pissing their hazmat suits at that moment. He took out two of them in a few moments before the third one called it a day and ran home. When we returned to our camp, our comrades cheered at us; it was like a Roman triumph. Even Brigadegeneral Atalay came to congratulate us personally. When I got out to inspect the tank, I saw a few football-sized dents in our side armor where the Golems had hit us but they had been filled out by some hardened grey foam. We didn't really care how exactly that worked, but it sure got the job done. Needless to say, we spent the entire afternoon painting all sorts of kill marks on our new tank. Not bad for a half day's work."