TA: The Thing We All Fear

He stood facing the battlefield his mechanical body rusted and pocked with bullet holes. He scanned the surroundings for incoming enemies, he wasn't expecting anything it was the two hundred and thirty sixth time he'd done and nothing had come up but the commander insisted. As he completed his scan his scanner picked up something it was nothing but a blimp but it was worth a look. He readied his gun and took off towards the source of the blip.
He strode across the hilly plain moving from tree to tree like his training dictated. He didn't think he had a need to be concerned but it was better to be safe then to be sorry. After he had covered a fair bit of ground he did another scan and to his surprise not only did he pick up something but it looked big. Deciding to go in for a closer look he crept up as best he could until the only thing separating him from the curious blip was the blasted remains of a Bulldog from a long gone fire fight. In one moment the Peewee took a look around the scrap and had just enough time to get off a single message before he was blasted to dust "KROG..."