Once you were safely ensconced back in Luneburg, out came the typewriter. Your report to High Command was first on the docket, and it was a doozy. Once you got the normal bureaucratic shenanigans and memoese out of the way, you bit the bullet and said that none of the infantry designs were ready for adoption yet. Without armor testing, you couldn't be certain, but all the tanks seemed reasonably well protected and could be expected to operate on the tactical level with the infantry in assault without too many problems. Each model had their strengths and weaknesses, and you were sure to point that out. The SzW-1 would be an amazing fortress buster, and in a pinch a mobile artillery battery piece- but its slow speed would cripple it in digging through the thick defenses in deapth on certain fronts. The GK-3 would likewise be an excellent line-breaker, and potentially cheaper too for better effectiveness in more open terrain. The W-5 and related were all excellent considerations for cavalry tanks, and should most likely be formally adopted as such when an appropriate time came around. Most importantly, though, was that the GW-1 was an utter flop and needed to get thrown in a garbage pile. Any future testing was going to just be the SzW-1 and GK-3, which should assure the accountants you weren't gonna start asking for money.
The letters to the manufacturers started out with a general header, and then got more detailed. Ventelation, crew comfort, and ergonomics were all big factors, along with crew communication. Poor driver placement meant everyone had to send information, which in turn meant it needed to get there. Other notes included less machine guns we're not made of money here, along with the mandatory question of 'how much does this cost exactly?' which was a question you honestly should have thrown in the opening quote.
News back from High Command was promising. Your program wasn't cancled since you were showing progress, unlike the Motor Gun Carriage disaster zone which had gotten shitcanned at the speed of light. Rumors had been circulating that you were next in line to head it, once this was done. The fact you'd narrowed it down to just two was amazing to them, aparently, and you could in fact continue working with the manufacturers. More testing was right out, though, because the budget for R&D had been slashed. Again. At least you still had an office!
Getting back to you, Thryssen was screaming into letters that were going straight into the fireplace, while Skoda was happy to talk to you about making the tank faster. After some negotiations with Wanderer, they got manufacturing rights to the 2cm autocannon to replace the 3,5cm gun. Skoda being Skoda, they then replaced all six machine guns with four autocannons, and said it was perfectly fine. To get the speed up, aside from lightening things with the autocannons (somehow) they decided the new plan was to rework the internals. Instead of two less than sane ten cylinder radial engines, the new plan was four seven-cylinder diesel engines tied together around a common drive train. When your secretary finished prying the whisky bottle out of your hands, you forced yourself to remember Skoda built battleships. This was perfectly normal for them, making a twelve-man colosus.
Wanderer wasn't surprised by the news they were cut, but the company rep was interested in talking to Procurement to get the contract changed for the new W-5 and variant tanks. Gotha was screaming warnings about new hires, through- a lot of the wrong sort had gotten into the unions lately, and that meant a lot more violent striking than usual. Once the information was passed on, everyone had to breath a sigh of relief. The war was having enough troubles, even without home front issues.
Reindhardt wasn't too upset about getting told to drop the GK-2, although they were sad the 3,5cm rotary hadn't drawn much attention. The decision to lighten the machine gun armament confused them, though, until you expained it was a weight issue and more broadside armor was perferable. The response, that it would take forge-welded plates and that would cost something north of ten thalers a plate, made you shrink back in your chair with dread. The average tank plate, by comparison, was one thaler to make unless you were Skoda and could cast most anything via applications of Czechnology. The communications issue needed to be fixed, and they were more than happy to promise to deliver the new tank in two weeks.
Naturally, things hit a little snag when the Kubachan Free State sued for peace ten days into the schedule, and the War Economic Department said that the country was running out of money, period. While the Kaiser wasn't exactly feeling like hopping on the peace train yet until he'd squeezed some concessions out of the Kubachians, things were certainly shifting gears in the War Offices. The cavalry tank upgrade deal went through, and your recommendations got bucked up out of your pay grade to the General Staff.
That was a little bit of a problem, since it put you at loose ends. You'd need to grab onto something, or risk getting shaken off the promotion ladder and doomed to shuffling papers forever. Time to move!
[] Commit takeover of the Motor Gun Carriage Program, and get back to your artillery roots. Time to see if the old nags were still old nags.
[] Go back into the field, and get yourself in charge of some tanks. Plus side, got you out of the house for the last bits of this blasted pregnancy!
[] Mooch your way into a general officer's personal staff, and embrace your future as a desk jockey and office-flavored officer career.
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