Not to be confused with that of which he is a shameless KNOCK-OFF!
Thomas the Tank is a combat weapon that used to be employed to work in the Island of Sodor military and for managing tax payers' money, and is a knock-off of Thomas the Tank Engine. He was first manufactured during World War II in the UnUnited Kingdom, and because of this, Thomas the Tank is often ubiquitous in museum exhibitions. However, whenever the museum is closed whenever it's night-time, he wakes up from the coma that the exhibitors put him in, and smashes everything to smithereens with his fuel barrel.
Thomas the Tank is notorious for his long, lanky fuel barrel that extrudes from his nose that he uses to kill innocent trains and species for fun, which is basically the equivalent of sneezing on other people except for that of a tank. Nobody's really certain if nasal mucus is what's ejected from his fuel barrel or whether it's some other material, but, you better watch out, because you might be the next victim of his. Alongside this, he's also known for his continuous tracks that allow him to go anywhere, even vacuums of space. Although he'll have no hope getting to other planets as he's one of the most unhurried beings alive.
Biography[]
In 1932, Thomas the Tank was cobbled together by Diesel 10 during his Island of Sodor days as part of a highly ambitious yet profoundly misguided plan to assassinate the Fat Controller, simply because the "portly bastard" had a blatant habit of favouritism towards his Undefeatable assistant—an unstoppable machine with OVER 9000 horsepower and a suspiciously tight alliance with none other than Chuck Norris, which made the would-be overlord green with envy. Diesel 10’s grand vision involved taking over the railway, overthrowing capitalism, and imposing communist rule on the unsuspecting citizens of Sodor.
Unfortunately, the plan fell apart almost immediately because Thomas the Tank turned out to be quite possibly one of the single most incompetent assassins of all time, due to the first challenge he was assigned involving reading a map. Thomas spent three days stuck at a roundabout, circumgyrating at a mind-numbingly sluggish pace, albeit endlessly like a merry-go-round with identity issues. Locals reported that he shouted, "This map is rigged!" every few minutes, though it turned out he was holding it upside down the entire time. We also can't go without mentioning that one incident where "half past two" on the analogue clock on the watch dial with which he was armed had been misread as "quarter to forty-seven". Zoomers, am I right?
By the time he finally reached the Fat Controller's underground mansion, truth had it that the inventory of nuclear weapons Diesel 10 promised the tank that the head of the railway was keeping confidential was in reality a mere oversized bakery bloated to the brim with custard pies and donuts, quite the un-surprise in retrospect given the Fat Controller's admittedly "large" ways of living.
The morbidly obese regulator's whereabouts remained an enigma even thereafter, however here's the kicker: the Fat Controller wasn’t even on the island. He’d been vacationing in an undisclosed South American paradise for three weeks, sipping mojitos, chowing down on tacos and burritos non-stop and livin' la vida loca while Diesel 10's schemes unravelled for all the world to see. Upon learning this, Diesel 10 reportedly short-circuited in rage, though he managed to compose himself long enough to book a last-minute cruise to Kittenolivia to confront the Fat Controller personally.
However, Diesel 10's plans were once again thwarted by none other than Thomas (the Tank ENGINE, mind you), who’d been joined by his fellow associates of the Undefeatables, James and Percy, who chased Diesel 10 across the island for an hour or two before cornering him, proceeding to throw him from a nearby flyover in the vicinity and collectively PWNing him to the seabed before he had the chance to make it anywhere past the harbour, and by then his designated ship had already set sail. Little did the locomotive trio know what would become of the homicidal diesel in the next few millennia when Bowser and Megatron resurrected him from the ground, thereby allowing for his communist ambitions to become a reality.
Thomas the Tank returned to Sodor and was crowned a hero by every inhabitant of the island. The Fat Controller, upon hearing about the ordeal, generously forgave him for his failed assassination attempt and reinstated the tank as quite the really useful engine. Years later, Thomas was drafted into the Second World War, surprising his fellow squaddies by emerging victorious, through techniques involving moving so slowly that enemy tanks assumed he was solely a hallucination caused by the ubiquity of the nuclear radiation and perchance the odd hint of LSD. No sightings of Thomas the Tank on Sodor have ever been documented since the early 1950s, and thus it is safe to assume that this was around the time he was discharged from the military and was put on display as a consquence of the fame and prestige he earned from his particular remarkability of his martial flair and efforts.
For decades, reports have circulated in British news about Thomas the Tank, the beloved war hero, attacking other exhibits and artifacts in the museum by firing projectiles from his barrel. Speculation about his conduct varies wildly; some believe Diesel 10 flew all the way from East Brazil to the UnUnited Kingdom to trespass on Thomas' private residence and radicalise him with communist ideologies. Others suggest a malfunction has caused him to go rogue. The simplest and most likely explanation, however, is that Thomas acts out of sheer boredom. Being trapped in a glass case, endlessly stared at and photographed for decades, would wear on anyone's patience, and you do not need to be a rocket scientist to know how such conditions might drive him to let loose on the museum.