“Spotting any interesting birds there, Quick-Fire? Hah…”  
“Eh… Just haven’t seen any distinguishing landmarks in a while. Short Shift, oletko varma teimme oikean kaantya takaisin sinne?”  
“Uh… Tietysti! Se oli… vasen, oikea?”  
“Ugh… ei, etta piti olla kaannos oikealle. Pip, we’re lost.”  
“Bah, no we aren’t, we’re just on an unexpected exploration! That said, perhaps following some tracks wouldn’t be a bad choice of action… specifically our own.”
 
A trio of tank ghouls formerly part of a Scandineighvian armored division, Poppy Gardener, Quick Fire, and Short Shift have owned and operated their rather absurd-looking tank for well over two centuries, most of that service being with the mercenary group known as Cordite after the war. Carrying a massive 4.5-inch howitzer in the turret, complemented by Quick Fire’s own 20mm Lahti L39 anti-tank rifle and Short Shift’s KP/-31, what the BT-42 lacks in armor is more than made up for in it’s sheer firepower capabilities, as well as the ease at which it can get around the battlefield.
 
Poppy Gardener - Commander, Captain of Her Majesty’s 4th Royal Tank Regiment, attache to the Scandineighvian division some time after his service during the Tobuck campaign. Recipient of the Celestial Cross for the rescue of a critically wounded officer and a disabled armored car while under heavy enemy fire.
 
Quick Fire - Gunner, rather soft-spoken and comes off as somewhat cold to those who don’t know him, ironic given his heavy winter dress, but an absolutely expert shot. When not at the elevation and traverse controls of the ROQF 4.5-inch, can often be found caring to his 20mm Lahti L39 Anti-Tank rifle. Enjoys hunting small game with it to relax.
 
Short Shift - Driver, energetic and by some standardized tests mildly insane, but loyal and protective of his fellow crew. Oftentimes found tending to the drivetrain and mechanics of the BT-42, ensuring that all are kept in fully capable condition when a call to action is required. Somewhat of a party animal and occasionally falls asleep with a half-emptied bottle of Wild Pegasus not too far away.