Girls und Panzer: Ride the Tiger Episode 01 (IC)

by **Stormhound** » Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:17 pm

The sun rose above the school ship known as Reiver Academy, and the birds seemed to come to life, chirping cheerfully and spreading their wings, enjoying the warm but breezy morning. Below them, students pointed and smiled. Soon, however, Fall would be coming, and the cute little creatures would begin migrating.

The various students, organized into self-appointed cliques, based on collective shared interests, stood at the garage door for what appeared to be hours.

Finally, their patience paid off when the door creaked and began to open. As it did, they could see four pairs of pale legs, before the door opened high enough to reveal the faces of the student council. Georgia Smith stood with an apple in hand, chomping down on the fruit, before another council member tapped her on the shoulder.

After swallowing the chunk of fruit she had in her mouth, Georgia started. "Welcome to the school's new panzer program." behind her, at the back of the garage, were a variety of different tanks, ranging from light to mediums.

"Well, aren't you going to come in?"

by **Romus Maximus** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 3:33 am

Valerie turned to her friends and they smiled and all began to walk in. They had discussed what tank they were hoping for and had decided on an ISU-152, but that wasn't likely. As they walked in Antina turned to the student council, "So, vhat tanks do ve have? Are they any good or just in parts?"
She was quickly slapped in a friendly way (meaning not too hard) by Dalla, "That was a little rude don't ya think? They're still giving us free tanks. I heard some schools make ya pay." Elise strutted between the two girls, "Oh, be quiet you two. Can't you get along for one moment?" Before they could respond Jennifer pushed them further in and then to opposite sides of the group.

by **Republic of Hasgriu** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 3:57 am

Luba Ivanov strutted into the garage cockily, ceremonial sword at her side, and approached one of the lighter tanks in the complex, a BT-7. After inspecting it thoroughly, she announced,"This Glorious Russian BT-7 is mine!" Ninel Sokoloff walked up to Luba and tapped her shoulder, reminding her,"It's ours, not just yours." Luba just shrugged and said,"Da, da, whatever." Meanwhile, Aglaya Konstantinov just leaned on the tank's hull and listened to her music player.

by **Lingria** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 9:43 am

Tinuyosha walked slowly into the garage,When she finally reached the German Sector of tanks Erika spoke up "Should we use the Panzer II or Panzer III?" "I think we're gonna use the Panzer III Ausf. A" Tinuyosha told Erika,Sakura eyes brightened when she saw that the team has chosen the Panzer III Ausf. A "This is going to be awesome" she told herself Tinuyosha jumped up onto the Panzer's Hatch and looked inside of it.With her team behind her she told the Georgia that they would like to use the Panzerkampfwagen III Ausf. A

by **Rynagria** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 11:19 am

Prior to the doors noisily opening, the girl had stuck together, slightly separated from the rest of the group. Like usual, Fumiko was close by Maiko, who was conversing with Nagisa about the online tank game they played. Meanwhile, Saki and Iona where already having a serious conversation on the crew arrangement of the tank they could be placed in, both of their arms crossed in front of them. Iona took off her glasses momentarily, habitually cleaning the lenses with her uniform, then placing them back on once finished and resuming their discussion.

"I think it's settled that Nagisa should remain the driver, since she did score higher in the proficiency test than Fumiko, and for Maiko to keep the gunner position. Thoughts on the matter?" Stated Iona, as she looked back at the three who were talking about some online game they play, and returning her gaze to Saki.

"No objections here, now the only thing to decide is where to put Fumiko........" Replied Saki, as she pinched her chin lightly, after nodding at the Valentine commander's suggestion. This catching Fumiko's ears, gently tapped Maiko's shoulder to get her attention, the taller girl turning around.

"What is it Fumiko-san?" Maiko asked, leaning down to the girl, since Fumiko only whispered thins to her. The timid girl would say something, and Maiko understanding the girl's request, in which hollered at the commanders. "Yo!"

"Huh? Oh, what is it Maiko?" Responded Iona.

"Fumiko says she want to be the loader, since she she knows that she was terrible at driving tanks in the first place, maybe she can get be better at loading."

"She does have a point........ I think we should it Iona, and I think overall that would be the best decision for the team, since if we placed her at the radio, she'll starting having an attack." Agreed Saki, acknowledging the tendency of Fumiko to breakdown when she doesn't see her, the event where that happened flashing across her mind. "......... And I think should be the Radio Operator as well, since if we're going with compatibility, you would the preferred commander of the turret. Not to mention that I've done radio work with the T-70."

"I see the angle from where you're coming from..... Okay, let's do it." Reluctantly answered Iona, before going along with it, her serious demeanor fading away. She then gave a massive hug to the significantly taller girl, Nagisa getting their attention with a shout.

"Look! Look! The doors opened!" She yelled.

After swallowing the chunk of fruit she had in her mouth, what they can assume the leader of the class, started. "Welcome to the school's new panzer program." behind her, at the back of the garage, were a variety of different different tanks, ranging from light to medium. "Well, aren't you going in?"

Giving all attention to her, the five friends walked up to her and have a small bow, before introducing themselves to her. It would be Saki to speak to her first, "We're transfers, so it's nice to meet you....... So ma'am, do we pick our tanks or were already designated one?"

Seemingly ignoring them, Nagisa curled her hand into a fist and wanted to charge Georgia, but calmed when Maiko placed her hand on her shoulder and shook her head. Iona taking charge of the situation, lead them all away from the carefree student council president, ending up in front of a T-28 Medium. Saki just looked at it, as she analyzed it's every feature and part, noticing the state it was in. The paint was a little chipped, there were so dents on certain parts of armor, and rust covered some of it.

"From what I can remember in that god awful tank encyclopedia our student council president made us memorize, this if Soviet design, made before the war, and it has paper thin armor." Informed Saki, looking over it once more to verify her statement, not wanting to unintentionally misleading her crew.

THONK!

Like lightning, Iona had punched the front of the tank, her whole body shaking from the pain of doing so. "I-It doesn't have paper thin armor..... Anyways, let's make friends with this tank! I'm sure it's been lonely without a crew, so come on and hop in, let's see how this thin works." She managed to say quietly, before retracting her hand rubbing it, giving them a smile. Their orders given, Maiko, Iona, and Fumiko went into the turret through the top hatch. Saki and Nagisa going in their respective compartments.

by **Perestroikavo** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 12:35 pm

The five girls waited eagerly for the garage door to open, ignoring whatever the class president was saying. Instead, they were chatting amongst themselves. "I think we should go for some heavy armor!" Natalia nearly screamed. "We could smash all of our foes with impunity!" The others all shook their heads, before Sasha spoke up. "I don't think there will be any heavy armor. Remember, the school just restarted their Sensha-Do program." Natalia simply hung her head, and looked at her feet for a moment. "Okay then." When the door squealed open, they calmly walked in. All the good german tanks appeared to have been taken already, and the group was disappointed when someone claimed the BT-7.

"Duck waffle krowlings." They all looked at Viktoriya expectantly, and finally, Vladmira spoke up. "Over there." She pointed at a machine that looked like a taller, thinner version of a T-34. The group quickly made their way over to it before Alexei spoke, a rarity. "A20 light tank. Prototype for the T-34. Fast, well armored and a good radio." Before another word was uttered, Natalia screamed out across the garage again. "We get the T20 thingy!" Sasha spoke up again. "Natalia, its an A20. And are we all sure that this was the tank we wanted? A nod and a smile from Alexei confirmed that she wanted it, and Vladmira looked expectantly at Viktoriya. Viktoriya cleared her throat before speaking. "I think that this will be a good toy." Despite the baffled faces from the others, Vladmira simply confirmed it with a nod. "We both want it, if you guys do. Besides, we can upgrade to a heavy tank later." Alexei, to everyone's surprise, scrambled into the gunner's seat. "Dibs." She spoke very softly, and was barely heard. Immedietley, the rest of the girls clamoured into positions. Viktoriya at commander, Vladmira at driver, Sasha at the radio position. That left one out. Natalia.

She began sobbing. "How could you *sniff* leave me out of this?" Trying to soothe, Sasha spoke. "We didn't leave you out! You're our... uh... cheerleader! You will rally the crowds with us while we drive, and when we get a KV or other heavy tank, you can load!" The group wasn't sure how she would take it. Natalia's face quivered for another moment, and she burst out into tears again. Only, happy tears. "Thank you so much, you won't regret this! I'll be the best cheerloader ever!" The mixing of the words made the girls laugh, as they all clamoured out and began to look over their damaged tank prototype. Vladmira was the downer. "We need to fix this. At the least, the engine needs replaced and these holes need patched." Viktoriya pointed again. "Mechanical square!" With a turn of the head, they discovered that an engine was actually sitting behind the tank, just needing to be installed. In fact, it was shiny, and looked new. The engine compartment was open, and a pulley was above. Natalia cleared her throat. "Well, I guess we should get to work..." The five girls pondered how to best install the engine, and decided that they would ask a teacher in a bit, or perhaps have some of the others help them with it.

by **West Suburbia** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 1:43 pm

The Polish, Ukrainian, and Chinese girls that formed to-be-soon Team White Eagle stood a fair distance from the rest of the main group, waiting as everybody else was doing for the garage doors to open. Lian stood some distance from Svetlana and Christina, drawing a peony on a sketchpad with a red colored pencil. When the garage doors opened, Christina nudged Svetlana . "Finally, they opened the doors!" she said excitedly.

"Finally," grunted Svetlana. She sighed with exasperation. "Standing around wasn't all a waste of time then,"

Christina's excitement was dampened a little bit when she saw the student council standing inside the garage. Christina firmly believed the student council to be self-appointed and vain, that they were secretly ruling the school and making decisions without consulting any of the administration. Frowning, she listened quietly as Georgia Smith, with an apple in her hand, spoke for a brief moment.

After Smith had finished, several groups marched into the garage to claim their tanks. Christina assumed it was a come first, get first situation. Looking at Svetlana, Christina nodded. "Let's go get our tank?"

"We get to choose?" Svetlana asked, a eyebrow arching up. But Christina had already grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the garage. Grumbling something about touching her in Russian, Svetlana let herself be half dragged over to the huge garage. Glancing behind her shoulder, she saw Lian still standing there. drawing something on her notebook. Aw,really? Was that girl even listening? Why is she with us anyways? She's just going to be useless...

"Lian! Let's go, you don't want to miss out!" Christina shouted as she reached the entrance of the garage.

Lian looked up from her sketchpad. Taking in everything that was happening at the current moment, she tucked her pencil behind her ear and hurried to catch up with Christina and Svetlana, shuffling along in a kind of way. Once the 3 girls entered the musty smelling garage, they stopped and stared at the number of armored vehicles that stood before them. Most of them looked rusted and old, relics that more belonged in museums to be admired, not to be manned and used for a sport. But, Christina knew, the rules of Sensha-do called for any tank planned to be used or being used by August 1945. Pursing her lips, she watched silently as some other groups claimed their tanks almost immediately. She didn't know what to pick.

"So?" Svetlana asked as Lian bumped behind her, absorbed in her drawing once more. "Which one?"

"Let's walk around. Maybe we can find something we all like," Christina then directed the group around the garage. With each tank they passed by, Svetlana scrunched up her face. Christina made several little comments. Lian, who looked up every 5 minutes from her sketchpad, just shrugged. To Christina, all of the tanks looked ridiculously antiqued and thus unsafe to operate. Where are those famous Shermans? The T-34s? The Panthers? Albeit disappointed at the collection which looked like it came out of a junkyard, Christina continued on, until she rounded around a Renault FT.

A tank stood before her in the corner. It was old and shabby, like the rest of the collection, but it appealed to her mind. She remembered seeing the tank somewhere, somewhere when she lived in Poland...

"What is that?" she asked, pointing it out. Svetlana shrugged and crossed her arms.

"It's a 7PT," came Lian's very quiet voice. Turning around, Christina saw Lian with a phone in her hand, the glow of the screen on her face. The sketchpad was in her other hand. "Polish light tank. Used in the Second World War, during the Invasion of Poland, by the Polish Armed Forces. It was a Polish modification of the ubiquitous 1930s Vickers 6 ton, with a better engine, armament, ventilation, armor, a Gundlach periscope, and radio. Armament, 37mm Swedish Bofors anti-tank gun and Ckm wz. 30 7.92mm machine gun. Crew, three. Speed, 37 kilometers per hour."

"Polish..." Christina's face broadened into a smile. Going up to the tank, she placed a hand on the sloped upper glacis. This tank here was a relic of her country's mostly turbulent history. Turning to the others, smile still retained on her face, she said, "I think this one will do."

Svetlana sighed. "If you want it... better then no tank at all."

Lian gave a very slight nod.

"Ok, then..." Christina turned back to the tank. "We will claim this 7TP, as..Team White Eagle?"

by **North Arkana** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 2:22 pm

"Wahoo! This is awesome! I finally get to command a tank!" Kat shouted, rather close to Saya's ear as doors opened. "I wonder what kind we'll get! It's gonna be awesome though!"
Kat sprinted through the open doors, followed at a more sensible pace by her four friends.
"Good lord, that girl can be such a pain sometimes," Saya mutters.
Maya smiles slightly.
"She's just excited to finally be fulfilling her dream. I'm sure we're all just as excited as she is."
Misaka peers out from behind Hina, who's silently observing her friends and the other teams while scrolling through a internet site about tanks on her phone.
"Oh oh! Kat, look at that one! Isn't it such a cute tank!" Misaka shouts, pointing at a tank parked in the far corner of the garage.
She sprints over to the tank, and begins trying to clamber on top of it.
"Careful, Misaka, don't fall down," Maya cautions, an almost motherly expression on her face.
"Oh, that's so cool! It's an M5A1 Stuart light tank! Let's take this one, this one!" Kat says, almost squealing and jumping up and down with joy.
"M5A1 Stuart. 37mm gun M6. Two one-hundred-ten horsepower engines. Thirty millimeter front hull armor sloped at forty-six degrees. Thirty-eight millimeter front turret armor, with fifty-one millimeter mantlet. Automatic transmission. Fifty-eight kilometers per hour top speed," Hina says in her monotone voice, reading off the screen of her phone.
"It sounds like it will be a good tank to start out with," Kat says grinning widely. "Right,let's get to work!"
As the conversation proceeds, Misaka poses proudly on top of the tank's engine deck, munching on a bag of sweet potato crisps.
"Yeah yeah! Get to work!" she shouts, spraying crumbs as she does.
"Crew of four."
"Eh? What?" Kat's face goes blank.
"Five of us. Crew of four," Hina replies in her usual flat tone, but to her friends it's apparent she feels disappointed.
Saya smacks Kat on the back of her head.
'Way to go genius, you brought five of us to a four-person party."
"Wait wait wait! I can figure something out!" Kat shouts, waving her arms wildly. "Uh... Hina, you're really good at fixing things, right?"
Hina nods.
"Then you can be the mechanic, okay? I know you won't be out there with us, but please, just bear with me," Kat says, closing her eyes, bowing slightly, and putting her hands together like she's praying.
Hina makes no response, but proceeds to tie her hair back, climb onto the back of the tank, and open up the engine hatch.
"Engine condition: satisfactory. Improvements can be made."
She climbs down and inspects the tracks and suspension.
"Suspension condition: satisfactory. Signs of wear. Parts may need replacing in near future. More time needed to inspect transmission."
"Thank you so much, Hina!"
Maya observes the antics, calmly, smiling in her motherly way.
"Ara ara... just like always..."
"Okay! Then from now on... I say that we are Team Mustang!"

by **Ulvenes** » Sat Dec 06, 2014 12:49 am

The five girls of the soon-to-be Team Fenrir walked in to the garage and looked around. Ulrica noticed one vehicle that seemed to have evaded attention and pointed at it.
"That one seems like it's one of the only options available." She said and they all walked over to it.
With closer inspection, it turned out to be a Panzer Mark Three with a short barrel. Four of the five girls, Evangeline not since she knew nothing about Panzers, inspected the tank closer. Ulrica climbed on to it and opened the Commanders hatch, while Danielle and Freyja opened the hatches on either side of the turret to inspect the inside.
"Which variant do you suppose it is?" Freyja asked aloud, still unsure.
"Well that's a five centimeter gun, so I'm going to assume it's an F variant or later." Danielle replied.
"That tank over there looks like the same one.. But it has an even smaller gun.." Evangeline piped in softly while the others looked over at the other Panzer Three.
"That must be a Panzer Mark Three A. So then my assumption was correct. This is an F or later." Danielle said with a nod while Ulrica pulled out an encyclopedia about tanks and tank guns of the war from a satchel.
"Panzer Three.. Panzer Three.. Ah. Here it is. The Ausführung F." She said as she flipped through the pages. "Armed with a five centimeter KampfwagenKanone thirty-eight L/42. Capable of penetrating over fifty millimeters of armor at a hundred meters, twenty millimeters of armor at a thousand and five." She read aloud. "Seems decent to start with.." She muttered and put the book back in to her satchel.

by **Stormhound** » Sat Dec 06, 2014 11:41 pm

Ignoring the chatter of the other girls as they scrambled around the various tanks, Bran silently inspected the gunner position of the Carro Veloce, before glancing at the 8mm machine guns it was armed with. The main gun of the tankette could penetrate 11mm at 80 meters, not enough to threaten any of the serious contenders of the match, unless...

Bran signaled Volpini, who had been admiring the tankette on the other side, before climbing up and sliding down into the hatch, as graceful as a cat.

"As you all know, we've decided to restart tankery at this school," Georgia said, interrupting herself to take a bite from an apple. "This means that if we want to compete in the national tournament, we have to practice, practice, practice." she shook her fist at every 'practice.' "So any questions - no, good. We'll start the practice rounds tomorrow. Take a little time to inspect your vehicles and get acquainted with them, then get home and get a good nights rest."

Bran lazily steadied herself, having woken up at 5:00 a.m (her definition of "getting up in the morning"). Volpini quickly provided support so she wouldn't fall over. The new Carro Veloce gunner yawned and stretched.

"I see you all made it here," Georgia stated, pausing for a moment to bask in the rising sun. "The terms of the match are simple - last team standing will be the victor. In Senshado there are normally teams, but we want to see how you all do individually. The first tank to be knocked out's team will be assigned janitor duties for the rest of the week, so don't be knocked out first."

"GET IN YOUR TANKS, MAGGOTS, I WANNA SEE THOSE VEHICLES RUNNING SMOOTHLY IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES OR YOU'LL ALL BE - " one of the student council members shouted, before having an apple put to her mouth by Georgia.

"You worry too much, dear girl." Georgia said, before swinging around. "I expect you all to do your best."

Bran sighed, wishing that the L3/33 had a radio. Unfortunately they weren't in the radio variant of the tankette, and had to wait for the other team's reactions to tell if the match had begun. The CV-33 had been positioned in a forest, with a clear view of the lake in the center of the area. The gunner breathed and reclined, glad she brought a pillow with her for the long hours to come. "Wake me up if anything happens," she muttered to Volpini, who nodded.

by **Romus Maximus** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 12:14 am

The girls walked over to an AT-1 that hadn't been claimed yet. It seemed to be in pretty good condition, although it could do with a bigger gun. And a set of better treads. They'd get onto that later. Valerie turned to the others.
"So, what do you girls think? It's not what any of us wanted, but it's in good condition and we did take our pick a little late."
Dalla laughed at the idea of them picking on time. They were always late to do things. "At least it isn't a Leichttraktor."
Jennifer and Elise walked over and had a peak at the little bits and pieces of the tank that would need repairs eventually, and they giggled at the luck of getting a tank that didn't have a spinning gun. The five quickly climbed in and sat in the seats that would be theirs and Jennifer started up the engine. The tank began to roar and Jennifer started to push it out of the garage. They lurched forwards and as they exited the tank began to cough. Jennifer started to accelerate faster and the coughing stopped as the tank got used to being used again. They raced out into the nearby forest determined to find the best starting location. They ended up with their barrel sticking over a ridge that formed a large trench.

by **West Suburbia** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 6:23 pm

Stormhound wrote:"As you all know, we've decided to restart tankery at this school," Georgia said, interrupting herself to take a bite from an apple. "This means that if we want to compete in the national tournament, we have to practice, practice, practice." she shook her fist at every 'practice.' "So any questions - no, good. We'll start the practice rounds tomorrow. Take a little time to inspect your vehicles and get acquainted with them, then get home and get a good nights rest."

Christina listened as Georgia spoke about competing in the Sensha-do national tournament, looking around at everybody else's tanks before coming back and staring at the 7TP she was leaning against. National tournament? Ha ha ha, you must be kidding. We will be lucky to even survive the qualifying round with these trashy, hand-me-down "tanks" Once Georgia was finished, Christina turned back to Lian and Svetlana.

"So? What do you guys think? Us getting into the nationals?" Christina grinned and tried not to laugh. "I think she's joking,"

Svetlana shrugged. "There's a very slight chance, I don't think she was joking." She rapped the upper glacis plate with her hand, pursing her lips. "So, do we even know how to operate this thing?"

Christina's grin disappeared. "First, I think we need to pick what position we want in the tank. Lian, you said that it has three crew members, right?"

Lian gave a slight nod. "Commander, gunner, and a driver" she whispered.

"Ok, then. So, who wants to be the driver?" Christina asked, eyeing both Svetlana and Lian. "I, obviously, am the commander, since I got all of you together, unless anyone wants to oppose..." In her mind, Christina knew that Lian would not oppose, but the Ukrainian girl might. Holding her breath, she prepared for a sharp retort to whatever Svetlana was going to say.

Svetlana sighed. "I'm ok with you being the commander. I'm a team player, not a leader type person anyways. I guess I can be the...gunner? Yeah."

Turning to Lian, Christina patted her on the shoulder. "And you, my friend, get to drive this thing then!" Taking notice that the other teams were climbing onto their tanks and opening up hatches and going inside, Christina faced the tank and placing a foot on the sloped upper plate, hoisted herself up onto the tank hanging on to the gun barrel. She almost slipped, but managed to cling up to the cylindrical thing next to the gun. "Come on, people. Like Georgia said, let's get acquainted with our tank!"

The first 10 minutes were spent on opening the single hatch on the turret. Svetlana and Christina, even with their strength combined together, could not pull open the hatch. Only when Lian joined were they able to get it open, almost throwing Lian off the tank in the process. Once that was done, the girls helped open Lian's own hatches, which formed the front of the box-like structure on the right side of the tank where the driver sat. As Christina peered down the open hatch into the interior of the turret, she grimaced at the availability of space. She turned to Svetlana. "To be buttoned up in 10 tons of steel like this..."

Svetlana gestured. "You first, Commander Janowski."

Putting on a show of bravado, Christina slid down into the turret, legs in first, very quickly. Almost hitting her face on the gun breech as her feet touched the turret floor, her hand made contact with the side of the turret and she immediately yelped, pulling it back. It was ice cold, not feeling like metal anymore. Taking out her phone, she pulled up a cross section of the 7TP that Lian had found while they were puzzling if the driver also went into the turret. Taking notice that her place was on the other side of the gun breech, she promptly shifted over. Svetlana dropped in next to her as she poked the fixed periscope's eyepiece.

"Homey, isn't it?" Svetlana laughed. Christina, with her face almost against the the side of the turret, didn't even crack a grin.

"Yeah, this is so much space compared to my locker. My locker is bigger then this!" Christina said. In the near darkness, she felt around, mostly feeling cold metal objects and rust. They had a lot of cleaning to do, obviously. Then they would have to figure out how to use the 37mm gun and coaxial machine gun. Plus, Lian had to figure out how to drive. Well, it's going to be a long day....

The tank suddenly shuddered. Christina heard the initial roar of the engine being started up. The few interior lights then flickered on, casting a soft, mellowed glow which made visibility somewhat better. Springing up to see what Lian was doing, she immediately hit her head on the roof, causing her to remember she did not have her own hatch. To Svetlana, who was equally confused, she said loudly, "Go see what Lian is doing!"

Svetlana stuck her head out of the hatch, returning back 4 minutes later. "She has a book in her lap and her hands on these sticks...and she says she found a manual on the driver's seat and figured out how to start this thing..."

The Next Day, 5 AM

Christina came to the garage the next morning, still yawning and barely walking, more of shuffling. The sun wasn't even up yet, and yet the student council was intent on declaring a practice first thing in the morning. As the Polish girl entered, she was surprised to see Lian in the driver's position, doing something. Walking faster, she approached the tank and stopped in front of Lian.

"What are -" she started, but then a flood of other questions came into her mind, mixing up and jumbling her words. Lian, hearing Christina's voice, looked up and regarded her.

"Last minute checkups, before the practice," she said, releasing her grip on the steering tillers. "These tillers are still tough to pull. The manual did not say anything about stickiness problems."

"I think it is all right," Christina said. "Just as long as it works, then we are fine."

Lian just nodded and went back to checking her control panel. Christina climbed up onto the tank and entered it, getting into her commander's position. Pressing her eyes against the eyepiece of her periscope, she saw Svetlana entering the garage, looking very tired and a little irritated. Tilting her head back against the radio, Christina put on the laryngophone and earpieces and waited. Svetlana came moments later, sliding into the turret clumsily.

"Why...." she whispered. "Still, so..t-tired..."

"Come on Svetlana. Didn't you hear what the student council say? If we get knocked out first, we will get cleaning duty for the rest of the week!" Christina said. "I will do anything to not get us into that position. But you need to help me do that, Ms. Gunner. We need to work together and kill the rest of them!"

Gripping the laryngophone, Christina said, "Lian, let's go now. I see other tanks driving out." She heard Svetlana groan and turned to see her forehead against the rotatable periscope. "Trail that tank in front of us. Not so close, but don't fall behind."

The 7TP shuddered as the engine started. Christina patted the side of the breechlock as the vehicle, with a cloud of exhaust spewing from the back muffler , accelerated out of the garage and into the open ground. The rattling and bumping of the modules became incessant as the tank gained speed. Glancing over to Svetlana, Christina then noticed that she was half asleep, her head resting on the side of the turret.

"Um, Svetlana, how about you stick yourself out of the hatch? The rushing air will keep you awake." Christina suggested, poking Svetlana's arm. Svetlana looked back at her with glazed eyes, then got up on her parade stand and stuck her head out.

The wind rushing through Svetlana's hair was quite cool and it did wake her up, just like Christina promised. Svetlana placed an arm on the hatch and looked around. They were heading into a forest, with some low hanging branches and trees that Svetlana had to duck to avoid. Up ahead was a small creek.

"Lian, stop at that creek," Christina's voice issued through the earpieces, surprising Svetlana. As the tank rolled to a stop, Svetlana noticed there was another tank, one that looked like a smaller version of a T-34, that was some distance away and had stopped. The crew were outside, splashing water on their faces. Waving a hand, Svetlana shouted, "Hello!"

by **North Arkana** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 6:53 pm

5 AM

"All right! Yeah! First match!" Kat shouts, her hair still messy. She was so excited for her first experience in a tank she had cut her morning routine short. She sprints to the tank, climbing onto it and popping open the commander's hatch before jumping in. From inside the tank, comes her joyful squealing as she inspects every little thing inside. "Oh my god!" she pants, drooling slightly. "This is so awesome!"

The rest of the crew, minus Hina, stumble in in various states of wakefulness.

"Mayaaaaa, I'm tirrrrrred," yawns Misaka as she leans against Maya's side. Despite her sleepiness, Misaka still manages to be eating out of a bag of rice crisps, getting crumbs on Maya's skirt.

Maya calmly brushes the crumbs away and lifts Misaka onto her back. "Now now, let's try to be mindful of others, Misaka," she says, mking her way towards the Stuart.

Following behind, hunched over and stumbling slightly is Saya, barely awake. "Ugh... this is... so stupid... it's too damn... early for this... I blame you... Kat..."

"Maya-chan, where's Hina-chi?" Misaka asks from Maya's back, rubbing her eyes as she begins waking fully.

There's a quiet squeaking noise as wheeled platform emerges from under the Stuart. On it is Hina. She had woken up hours before to run maintenance on the tank.

"Checking on transmission. Inspecting suspension in detail. Woke up early to perform duties."

Saya stares at Hina in disbelief.

"How... can you possibly... be awake... so damn early?"

Hina stands up from the rolling board and wipes the oil and grease off her hands and face with a rag.

"Proper preparation prevents poor performance."

Maya places her hand on her cheek.

"Ara ara... isn't Hina such a hard worker?"

Kat's head pops out from the commander's hatch. Her face is slightly red, and she wipes her mouth with her sleeve before speaking.

"Come on you guys! Enough talk! It's time for tanks!"

En Route to the Start Point
"M-M-Misak-k-ka! You're driving way too errati-" Kat's sentence is cut off as a low hanging cluster of leaves smacks her in the face.

Inside the tank, Misaka pulls on the control levers, driving the tank with what seems to be natural skill. Unfortunately, her style of driving is far from ideal for everyone else inside.

"I-I think I'm going to be sick!" Saya wails, clinging to Maya's leg inside the turret.

"Now now, that wouldn't be very good for everyone else, would it, Sa-" As Maya attempts to calm Saya's nerves, one of Misaka's erratic movements of the tank causes her face to slam against the steel wall of the turret side. With her nose bleeding, Maya bends down, grabbing Misaka's shoulder.
"Mi-sa-ka-chan. I think you need to calm down just a little bit," Maya says with a smile that warns of death.

Misaka goes wide-eyed with fear.
"H-Hai... desu..."

The drive continues, much more smoothly now, on the way to the point Kat chose to start the practice match from.

"Hey, I'm just thinking," says Kat, "I think Misaka's uh, unique, style of driving would be useful for when we're taking evasive action."

"Please, Kat," replies Saya, hanging out an open hatch for fresh air, "don't encourage her."

"Well, I think that would be wonderful, as long as she's mindful of others," Maya says, voicing her opinion. "You will be mindful of others, won't you, Misaka?"

"H-Hai... desu..."

by **Perestroikavo** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 6:54 pm

Fortunatly, 12 hours was about all it took to re-install the engine into the A20, fuel it up, and fill the oil tank. With 5 girls are trying their darndest to get the machine working, and one whom had impressive knowledge of russian tanks and thier inner workings, the engine was soon in place, and the last piston was in it's rightful spot. It was surprisingly easy to use the very efficient pully system, and lower it into place. Alexei, now covered in grease, gave a rare smile. Viktoriya splashed about in a small puddle of liquid that had gathered under where the engine was, while Natialia watched with a puzzled expression. Vladmira clamoured into the driver's seat, and Alexei guided her through all of the startup procedures. They were temporarily delayed by an AT-1 flying out of the garage, and into the woods. Slowley and surely, they stocked 120 AP rounds for the 45 mm VT-42 and another 30 of HE for it, however ineffectual it may have been.

While Vladmira was busy driving, or at least trying to, Viktoriya managed to climb into the commander's hatch, and Sasha followed her, slightly shaking her head as they went. The fit was tight to get past Viktoriya, but Sasha managed to barely squeeze past. Alexei was applying some grease that had been left on her seat to the gun assembly, and working it back and forth, making sure that everything was going smoothly. The girls were deathly quiet. The inside of the tank was rather clean however, like it was barely used, or the crew took very good care of it, and despite years of inactivity, worked fairly well. Vladmira primed the filter and all pipes leading to the engine, and with a savage roar, the beast came alive.

Natalia leaped back from it, and began cheering for them all, living up to what she said that she would be doing. Under the radio, Sasha had found a manual, in Russian of course, and had already started tuning the radio, and distributing the headsets to all of the crew. Alexei slid the assembly closed with a solid choonk sound, and gave a thumbs up to Viktoriya. "Onwards!" Victoriya had her head out of the commander's hatch, and felt the rush of wind on her hair for only a moment before a screetch of steel on stell nearly blew her eardrums out. Their A20 had torn the sheet off of a KV-1. Now this would have been an instant switch for the crew, however the KV-1 was cannabalised for parts. It was completely missing it's suspension, the turret was taken off and had no gun in it, and the interior was burnt out. It appeared that the school would need a lot of money to fix that old thing up, before anyone could use it.

Their thoughts were broken by the tank lurching backwards, and tentatively making it's way out of the garage, with extra caution being taken not to hit any of the other girls. From the outside, the tank barely looked functional, with its paint nearly all worn off, and mostly shining steel gleaming in the sunlight. The crew was still mostly silent, just savoring the sound and feel of the peice of armor that they were in, relishing every moment. And with another revv of the engine, and a black cloud of smoke from the exhaust, the girls found themselves accelerating across the open ground, and into the woods. Alexei simply kept her eye on the gunner's scope, while Viktoriya enjoyed the veiw from outside the commander's hatch, and Sasha continued fiddling with the radio. Tree's and branches whipped past at a steady eighteen kilometers per hour, and eventually the crew found the AT-1 from earlier, mostly hidden behind a ridge.

"Ah ha!" Sasha exclaimed so loudly, that most of the crew jumped out of their seats and smacked their heads on various parts of the tank, with two resounding clunks. "I finally got the frequency tuned. The other Russian tanks should be able to communicate with us now, thanks to me, of course!" Vladmira and Alexei rolled their eyes, while Viktoriya looked on with keen interest. As the tank rolled into a small creek, and most of the crew got out to rest, and splash cool water in their faces from the burning interior of the tank, Sasha decided to test the radio out. "This is the A20 light tank, paging the AT-1 tank destroyer. Do you repeat?" Sasha spoke in heavily accented english, as she didn't know the nationalities of those driving the other tanks.

West Suburbia wrote: Waving a hand, Svetlana shouted, "Hello!"

The crew, surprised by the sudden shout, scrambled back into their tank and brought the turret to bear before answering. Sighing in relief that it wasn't some kind of enemy, Viktoriya stood up, revealing her upper half. "121.52! 121.52!" She yelled the numbers twice before Sasha yanked her into the turret. "They don't have a radio, Viktoriya. Besides, they're driving a..." the word stuck in her throat for a moment: "Polish tank." Vladmira looked at her increduiously, and Alexei as well as even Viktoriya gave her strange looks. "What's wrong with that?" Vladmira asked challengingly. After a minute or so of arguing, Alexei had finally had enough. "STOP!" The shout reverberated through the tank, and it immediatly quieted down. The only sound was that of an AP round being handled into the action, and it closing with a loud clunk. Viktoriya stuck her head out of the hatch and waved back. "Greetings!" She first said it in english, and then noticed a slavic accent on the girl, so she switched to Russian.

"Voy a po russi? Kak de la?" The two questions were asked fast, and while they waited for a response, Vladmira slowley began to advance towards the smaller tank. With no answer, Viktoriya figured that she might as well switch back to english. "How are you guys! It's beautiful out here, isn't it?" Alexei gritted her teeth as she tried to keep the gun aimed at them, and Sasha frantically was trying to hail the AT-1 on the radio, afraid of the other's intentions.

by **Romus Maximus** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 8:57 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:"Ah ha!" Sasha exclaimed so loudly, that most of the crew jumped out of their seats and smacked their heads on various parts of the tank, with two resounding clunks. "I finally got the frequency tuned. The other Russian tanks should be able to communicate with us now, thanks to me, of course!" Vladmira and Alexei rolled their eyes, while Viktoriya looked on with keen interest. As the tank rolled into a small creek, and most of the crew got out to rest, and splash cool water in their faces from the burning interior of the tank, Sasha decided to test the radio out. "This is the A20 light tank, paging the AT-1 tank destroyer. Do you repeat?" Sasha spoke in heavily accented english, as she didn't know the nationalities of those driving the other tanks.

"This is the AT-1, over. Nice to see another tank up and working. How goes the learning? Over." Elise replied over the radio. The tank rocked as Dalla accidentally fired into the forest. Antina quickly high fived her before wacking her over the head for firing when it wasn't time to start. The tank backed up and slowly drove further down the trench to better conceal their position after the cover had been blown by the shot.

by **Perestroikavo** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:09 pm

BAM! The shot echoed through the forest for a moment, before Sasha yelled out. "Ambush! SHOOT!" BANG! The tank rocked backward and to the left as Alexei fired the 45mm cannon at the Polish tank, shot veering far to the left, and Viktoriya quickly ducked inside, closing the hatch after herself. Sasha began with the machine-gun, bullets chattering away towards the tank, all landing woefully short. Vladmira was already on it, and the tank was lurching forwards towards the position of the AT-1, and more importantly, the ridge that would protect their tank from return fire. The engine had gone to a dull roar in the background, and earth was torn up under the treads as Vladmira manipulated the controls, hoping that no tank shells were incoming.

by **West Suburbia** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:36 pm

Perestroikavo wrote:
West Suburbia wrote: Waving a hand, Svetlana shouted, "Hello!"

The crew, surprised by the sudden shout, scrambled back into their tank and brought the turret to bear before answering. Sighing in relief that it wasn't some kind of enemy, Viktoriya stood up, revealing her upper half. "121.52! 121.52!" She yelled the numbers twice before Sasha yanked her into the turret. "They don't have a radio, Viktoriya. Besides, they're driving a..." the word stuck in her throat for a moment: "Polish tank." Vladmira looked at her increduiously, and Alexei as well as even Viktoriya gave her strange looks. "What's wrong with that?" Vladmira asked challengingly. After a minute or so of arguing, Alexei had finally had enough. "STOP!" The shout reverberated through the tank, and it immediatly quieted down. The only sound was that of an AP round being handled into the action, and it closing with a loud clunk. Viktoriya stuck her head out of the hatch and waved back. "Greetings!" She first said it in english, and then noticed a slavic accent on the girl, so she switched to Russian.

"Voy a po russi? Kak de la?" The two questions were asked fast, and while they waited for a response, Vladmira slowley began to advance towards the smaller tank. With no answer, Viktoriya figured that she might as well switch back to english. "How are you guys! It's beautiful out here, isn't it?" Alexei gritted her teeth as she tried to keep the gun aimed at them, and Sasha frantically was trying to hail the AT-1 on the radio, afraid of the other's intentions.

Svetlana was surprised at how fast the crew of the mini T-34 got back into their tank after she had greeted them. As the other tank started to head towards them, its gun pointed at the 7TP, Svetlana ducked back inside. "Hey, Christina, we got some company. There's another tank heading towards us, and its pointing its gun at us."

Christina raised an eyebrow. "Do you think they will... oh my God!" Gripping her laryngophone, she shouted, "Lian, turn towards that tank heading towards us." To Svetlana, she shouted, "Turn the turret to face them!"

Quickly, Christina bent down to pick up an armor piercing 37mm shell. Slamming it into the breech of the gun with her fist, she then pressed her eyes against the periscope's eyepiece and as the turret traversed, she let out a breath as the possible enemy tank came into view. Indeed it was pointing its gun at her tank. Gritting her teeth, she knew she had to act fast. She didn't want to get knocked out first, she didn't want the cleaning duty, she didn't want to fail Svetlana and Lian when they had played their parts. "Svetlana, on my word, you pull that trigger. Aim carefully."

Perestroikavo wrote:BAM! The shot echoed through the forest for a moment, before Sasha yelled out. "Ambush! SHOOT!" BANG! The tank rocked backward and to the left as Alexei fired the 45mm cannon at the Polish tank, shot veering far to the left, and Viktoriya quickly ducked inside, closing the hatch after herself. Sasha began with the machine-gun, bullets chattering away towards the tank, all landing woefully short. Vladmira was already on it, and the tank was lurching forwards towards the position of the AT-1, and more importantly, the ridge that would protect their tank from return fire. The engine had gone to a dull roar in the background, and earth was torn up under the treads as Vladmira manipulated the controls, hoping that no tank shells were incoming.

The sound of the shot from the other tank was surprisingly loud, even inside the tank. Christina flinched for a brief moment, before realizing what had happened. Furrowing her brow, she shouted, "Fire!"

Svetlana pressed down on the trigger. BOOM! The 37mm shell flew wildly overhead the other tank, missing completely. As the spent cartridge was ejected from the breech, Christina cursed as she reached down to grab a new shell from the ammunition bin. Slamming into the breech the new shell, Christina muttered something about better aiming while going back to her periscope.

Apparently, the A-20 crew thought they could penetrate the 7TP with their machine gun, as the coaxial machine gun of the enemy tank started to flash. Most of the bullets landed short, kicking up clouds of dust in front of the 7TP. "Press forward, Lian!" Christina shouted. Adrenaline rushed through her arms and legs, as she noticed her right hand was shaking. Her brow was starting to water. "FIRE!"

The Bofors 37mm fired again, the shell hitting just in front of A-20, sending up a cloud of dirt. Christina loaded again as the 7TP crawled forward, away from the A-20. Lian had turned in the wrong direction, due to the lack of side viewports. Christina nearly shouted into her laryngophone, "Lian, Lian, wrong way! Wrong way! Turn to the right and pursue!"

by **Rynagria** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:54 pm

It was early in the morning, with the sun having barely risen in the sky, everyone in Miniature Meteor waking up up early. Currently it was 2:00 AM, as Saki and Iona both gave them objective to make the tank look better. This would mean that the girls would remove the rust that has gathered on the tank and repaint the tank in it's original color, going over the fading and chipping paint. As they approached the garage, Maiko was the first one to speak a proper sentence.

"Damn............. Did any of you bring food? I forgot to grab a bite before having to run out the door and locking it, I mean with a low energy gunner, how are we suppose to win?" Asked the gunner, as she placed her hand over stomach and rubbed it, her stomach growling in agreement. Before Maiko could say any more, Fumiko tapped her shoulder and gave her a rice ball, which the Maiko gladly took.

"Maiko-chan, this exercise match isn't about winning, it's about learning about everyone's strengths and weakness." Replied Iona, who was carrying two large cans of rust remover in her right hand. Meanwhile, Nagisa was the one that carried the paint, holding a total of seven cans. Saki on the hand carried an assortment of rollers, paintbrushes, and scrubs.

"It's always about winning." Muttered Maiko in response, as she continued to chew on the food in her mouth, before taking another bite out the rice ball.

From that point, they reached the garage in less than ten minutes, getting to work as soon Maiko finished her food. The whole process would last two hours, the T-28 looking nearly brand new, except for the dents that they painted over. As a finishing touch, the painted their team name on side of their turret in kanji, all of them resting in their tank by the time everyone beginning to arrive. Hearing all the commotion from the outside, Iona, Saki, Maiko, Fumiko, and Nagisa assembled outside, all of them rubbing their eyes.

Stormhound wrote:"I see you all made it here," Georgia stated, pausing for a moment to bask in the rising sun. "The terms of the match are simple - last team standing will be the victor. In Senshado there are normally teams, but we want to see how you all do individually. The first tank to be knocked out's team will be assigned janitor duties for the rest of the week, so don't be knocked out first."

"GET IN YOUR TANKS, MAGGOTS, I WANNA SEE THOSE VEHICLES RUNNING SMOOTHLY IN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES OR YOU'LL ALL BE - " one of the student council members shouted, before having an apple put to her mouth by Georgia.

"You worry too much, dear girl." Georgia said, before swinging around. "I expect you all to do your best."

"So, they're going to start that way, huh?" Mumbled Nagisa, as she stretched her arms and legs, similar to how a feline would do so when they were resting and now just getting active.

"That seems to be case, well we will just have to participate, and we do have a distinct advantage over most of these these tanks, which is our gun. Although, from what I remember about this tank, the....... T-28. Our gun has a maximum of at 30-21mm of penetration at 1,000 meters, and that means we can take out most of tanks from range, without having to really worry about their guns as long as they hit our frontal armor." Informed Saki, having decided that it was finally the time to talk about the matter, as they begun mounting their tank after they were dismissed by the president.

"Yeah, too bad we're just a mobile brick......" Complained Maiko quietly, as she got on the gunner's seat and looked through the telescopic sight, and turning the turret from left to right. Everyone else had mounted, and set up in their respective position, Nagisa turning on the engine shortly afterwards.

"Sa~a, hajimeyou! (さぁ、始めよう!)" Announced Iona, as the tallest tank in the team raced out of the garage at it's top speed.

In the forest, they hid among the trees, which were thankfully taller than the tank itself, as the girls lounged around their position. The smart thing to would have been to place the tank in a hull down position, but the turret had weaker frontal armor that their hull, negating the advantage. Fumiko and Maiko stayed in the tank turret, ready to produce long-range bombardment at a moment's notice. In the meantime, Saki and Iona looked over the map on top of the right machine gun turret of the tank, as they discussed where they could retreat if they were discovered from the at any point in this match.

"I think this is primary fallback position, plenty of cover and if necessary hide our massive tank...... And despite the purpose of this tank for breaking through, our armor can't handle the anti-guns most of the other tanks has." Explained Saki, as she pulled out a marker and drew a circle around the spot she was talking about, with Iona staring at the map.

"Hai, but our starting point should be here." Was the response from the commander, who pointed in area overlooking a wide open field, while being in the cover of trees. This would allow them to take advantage of range of the tank's main gun and have a good field of fire, and they could clear a path. The sub-commander nodded in agreement, giving the map to Iona and opening the hatch into her turret, followed by Nagisa who had been digging a small scale tank trap in road their next to.

Now fully prepared for the match, Iona climbed onto the hatch and stood on her seat, as from the very little experience they had, she preferred to stick her out of the turret for better visibility. Next, she clicked on the mic around her throat and ordered Nagisa to begin moving, since she couldn't kick her in communicating. It would only take three minutes for them to get their destination, camouflaging their tank to best of their ability, while they waited for the match to start. Meanwhile, they could hear the sound of cannons going off in the distance, which earned them some ire from the entire tank crews.

"How immature....." Maiko said to herself silently, shaking her head in disapproval.

by **North Arkana** » Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:01 pm

Practice Match Starting Point
Team Mustang's M5A1 Stuart sits in a grove of trees atop a medium-sized hill overlooking, a forest, a field, a lake, and with line of sight to a ridge line near the lake. With "encouragement" from Maya, Misaka had carefully parked the tank in a spot where it was well concealed, while still providing a good field of view for Kat from the commander's hatch.

"Heh heh heh... I'm actually commanding a tank..." Kat says quietly to herself, spacing out slightly. She's snapped back to her senses however by the sound of cannon fire. "Whoa! What the hell? The match wasn't supposed to start for another fifteen minutes or something!"

"Ugh! This is such a pain!" shouts Saya, who had just been trying to catch a quick nap.

"Saya, load AP! Maya get ready to shoot! Misaka start up the engine, but keepit at idle! It's a little early, but let's be ready if we see anything approaching our position. If nothing happens, we'll move out once the official start time passes."

by **Romus Maximus** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:19 am

Perestroikavo wrote:BAM! The shot echoed through the forest for a moment, before Sasha yelled out. "Ambush! SHOOT!" BANG! The tank rocked backward and to the left as Alexei fired the 45mm cannon at the Polish tank, shot veering far to the left, and Viktoriya quickly ducked inside, closing the hatch after herself. Sasha began with the machine-gun, bullets chattering away towards the tank, all landing woefully short. Vladmira was already on it, and the tank was lurching forwards towards the position of the AT-1, and more importantly, the ridge that would protect their tank from return fire. The engine had gone to a dull roar in the background, and earth was torn up under the treads as Vladmira manipulated the controls, hoping that no tank shells were incoming.

Elise quickly hailed the A-20 as they raced down the trench. "Sorry about that! It was an actual accident. I don't think it's time to start yet, so we're gonna move off. See ya when we win!" She put down the radio and waited for a reply. The tank continued to race down the trench before it came to an open field. As they entered the field Valerie shouted over the engine, "Don't forget to swerve! The other tanks might think we've started!". The tank raced across the field swerving as it went trying to get to the forest without being in the open for too long, after all, it would only take one shot.

by **Lingria** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:01 am

The silver Devils team was nearly knocked off their feet when the shot rang in the air "INTO THE PANZER GO GO GO" yelled Tinuyosha.The rest of the team scrambled to their positions "I'd estimate the shot came for the East about 34 Kilometers" Nozomi said after jumping in the Drivers seat "Sakura is the gun loaded?" Asked Tinuyosha while poking down in the inner tank "Ah yes we're ready and loaded" she replied with bright eyes showing "Okay let's wait for the match to start" Kazumi said suddenly and darkly "Yes,I agree" Tinuyosha replied.The pitch of the engine changed as they made it quieter as to not be spotted 'Waiting it is inevitable' Tinuyosha thought to herself

by **Ulvenes** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:22 pm

Team Fenrir appeared to the garage bright an early in order to practice with their Panzer some more after the hours of driving it around the night before. They were rested and ready for anything. . . Except for the sudden scream for everyone to get in their tanks. That bit startled them, but they still climbed in to their respective positions inside their Panzer. They drove out with the other teams and continued driving until they were isolated where they started concocting a plan. "Driver, park the tank in that thicket to your two o'clock." Ulrica said and was quickly responded to with a "Jawohl Meine Offizier." and Kazuna drove the tank in to a thicket with some large bushes to camouflage the tank well. "Shame we didn't have time to paint any camo on this tank. Alright crew, we're going to wait here and lay an ambush. Shut off the engine." Ulrica ordered and the engine turned off. The team got out of the tank and started taking nearby fallen leaves and covered their tracks, then used spare fallen branches to cover the tank before climbing back in. As soon as the shot to start the match went off and Freyja loaded the gun. Ulrica was outside of the Commanders hatch, but only just barely so she could observe the area with binoculars that she cut out parts of the lens covers so there wouldn't be any reflection.

by **Republic of Hasgriu** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:56 pm

By the time the rest of Team Flying Phoenix had assembled in front of the BT-7, Luba was already halfway done with fixing their tank. Luba opened up the hatch, and yelled at Ninel and Aglaya,"Hurry up! Half the garage is empty already, get a move on and help me fix this!"

After a long period of time, they finally got the BT-7 to work. Ninel climbed into the tank first, followed by Aglaya, and then Luba. Ninel looked over every bit of the tank. "Ooh, look at that! It's so cool! Aglaya, what does this stick do?" "Don't touch anything, damn it! If it breaks, it's not my fault!", Luba snapped fiercely. After some difficulty and 'disciplinary action', Flying Phoenix finally made it out of the garage. Luba dropped down into the tank, closed the hatch, and commanded,"Aglaya, move the tank to that large bush at 3 o' clock. Ninel, load the gun. Keep an ear out for any radio transmissions." A couple of "Da!"s later, they finally got into position, and they lay in wait for the match to begin.

by **Rynagria** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:18 pm

Romus Maximus wrote:Elise quickly hailed the A-20 as they raced down the trench. "Sorry about that! It was an actual accident. I don't think it's time to start yet, so we're gonna move off. See ya when we win!" She put down the radio and waited for a reply. The tank continued to race down the trench before it came to an open field. As they entered the field Valerie shouted over the engine, "Don't forget to swerve! The other tanks might think we've started!". The tank raced across the field swerving as it went trying to get to the forest without being in the open for too long, after all, it would only take one shot.

While the AT-1 swerved around in attempt to make themselves a more difficult target, Iona simply tracked them with her binoculars, as everything above her breasts protruded the commander's hatch. While the self-propelled gun was a tempting target, Iona signaled the main turret crew to let them pass, since they had to relay on surprise they can't blow now. However, with compass in hand, Iona took note of the direction that the assault gun went. Then, with the map in prepared on stretched on the turret roof, circled possible locations for them to consider safe.

"They'll probably look for a vantage point, but that looks like a Soviet design, so the gun depression won't that great.......... Hmmmm." She said to herself, continuing to watch them from afar, the possibilities in their way of attack against the tank. Other than that, she would soon lose sight of it, strategies going through her mind.

by **Perestroikavo** » Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:24 pm

A shot whistled high over them intially, as they retreated to the ridgline. With the match still yet to be started, Vladmira and Viktoriya thought that there might be a chance to hide, and not get knocked out. Alexei just kept repeating "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" with tears streaking down her eyes, too distressed to manage anything with the turret and gun. The radio crackled to life with the AT-1 crew, telling them it was an accidental shot, and then something about them winning. "Cytka." Sasha cursed under her breath for a moment. Another shell impacted right in front of the tank, spraying dirt and debris over the upper glacis, and eliciting another scream from Alexei. Fortunatly, the A-20 managed to drag itself safely behind the ridgeline. There was an open field about eight hundred yards in the distance, and a small dot was zagging back and forth, probably the AT-1. Cursing under her breath, Vladmira turned to quickly face Sasha. "You do not give orders in this tank. She-" pointing at Viktoriya, Vladmira continued on, "is the one who gives orders." Sasha quickly apologized, and was surprised when Viktoriya patted her on the back. "Is fine. Was good shooting match, and it was kind of fun." She giggled slightly, and in just a moment, the crew went from solemn tears to laughing.

There was still no start signal, so they all gathered foliage from around, and piled it on and around the tank, which was positioned in a clump of trees, all so aware of the rumbling sound of the Polish tank moving about. Well, the front of it anyways. The sides and rear would be visible at close range, but unless a tank got the right angle to see through the trees and ellicit a glint from the mostly unpainted tank, it would be hard to spot. Clamouring back into the tank, the girls all took a breather. Then Viktoriya spoke. "We have all had a tough time so far, but mark my words, we will not be the first ones eliminated!" Smiles broke out amongst the four, before Sasha remembered something. "Oooh! There was a BT-7, that was crewed by those other Russian girls. Perhaps they would be willing to work with us, and we could eliminate the competition together!" She looked expectantly at Viktoriya, whom gave her a nod, and she switched on the radio. Hoping that none of the other girls except themselves and the BT-7 crew spoke Russian, that was the language she used on the radio. "[A-20 calling BT-7, we would like to propose a pact. We can both work together for this exercise, and if you help us eliminate all the other tank crews, we will let you eliminate us to be the winners.]" Sasha released her finger off the button and waited with bated breath for a response from the BT-7 crew, while Viktoriya produced a pair of binoculars and began scanning the area for the Polish tank, as well as any others that may be hidden. Vladmira knew well enough how much noise the engine made, and wisely (or not so wisely) shut it off, in an attempt to hide a bit longer.

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