Girls Und Panzer Tankery's End

Alt. Chapter 3

The damage was minimal from what Davis could see, mostly its just the wires and transformer that Davis worried over. Tim handed his commander some gloves and Davis slipped them on, grabbed a piece of metal and tapped it on the wires. Nothing. Next he tapped it on the transformer. Nothing. It seemed like the pole lost power.

"Ok it seems clear, no power in the pole anymore. Move out of the way and get clear." Davis said. Just as the M6 was moving an explosion came from behind it. Davis and Tim turned around and saw that one of their M6's was reversing and firing forward. Quickly did a MK. VII Churchill come into view and turned its barrel towards them.

The M6 that was hit with the pole turned its turret fast and fired at the Churchill, however the shell bounced letting the Churchill fire and take out the M6.

Davis and Tim took this opportunity to run back to their own tank, though the Churchill was turning its turret back around another M6 from further ahead fired a round right into the center of the front of the Churchill causing the tank to bounce and fire its machinegun.

Darjeeling couldn't have been prouder. She decided to forgo the elegant and refined methods and just rammed her Churchill through a building. It surprised the M6's she was facing, and it gave ST. Gloriana a chance to attack. One, two, three, Assam took out three tanks before they started following a fourth one.

"I've got you now." Assam commented as she fired missing the M6 as it continued to reverse away form them. Their target soon retreated past a turn and when Darjeeling looked to her right she saw more M6 heavy's.

"Assam to the right!" She shouted. The blonde gunner turned the turret and saw one M6 firing their gun though the shell bounced off the hull. This gave her a chance and she shot the M6 taking it out.

"That's one more." Assam said as she turned to face Pekoe. "Pekoe, load me a-." She got no further as the crew felt another shot hit the Churchill knocking it backward but not out. Assam however was unprepared for the hit and almost flew out of her seat. She lunged her arms out and grabbed the first thing she could, the machineguns handle, and pressed the trigger down. The machinegun sputtered out several rounds for a few seconds before Assam got her bearings and let go of the trigger.

A scream. Somewhere lost in the sounds of explosions and such was a scream. Assam refocused and looked through her scope trying to make out where it came from. It sounded as if one of the boys got hurt, however she shouldn't have been able to hear that if they were in their tanks. Some of the smoke from that previous hit cleared and Assam's eyes widened at what she saw down the road. Two American boys were out of their tank, and it seemed like the younger one had a bullet hole from a 7.92 round in his right shoulder. He was lying on the ground, blood all over the floor, and his friend was kneeling next to him, holding the wound, and yelling into his radio.

Assam's pupils shrunk and her eyes started tearing up as she looked to her hand. It was still on the machineguns handle. Quickly she tossed the handle away and grasped her hand as the tears started flowing harder and short sobs began coming from her throat.

Darjeeling had never seen Assam like this and had no idea why she even was. She opened her hatch and stood up looking around and when she saw the two American boys, blood and screaming in all, she too gasped, her eyes widened, and she shot her hand to her mouth in shock.

"You shot him!" Darjeeling looked at the uninjured boy, who turned out to be Commander Davis. His glare was harsh, and his teeth were knurling together. "You shot him!"

Darjeeling could utter no words at the sight nor the sound of the accusation. She could only slowly shake her head, which was noticed by Davis.

"Yes you did! That shot came from your gunner. She shot him!" Davis yelled and began cussing her out. Darjeeling would have been appalled at the sound of the words Davis was saying but she couldn't say anything in return. She only sunk herself back into her tank, closed the hatch, and grabbed her radio.

"All St. Gloriana tanks fall back now. Retreat!" Her voice was desperate as she looked outside the viewport. Two more of Virginia's boys came out to help the young man who got shot. "Ruhuna, get us out of here."

Darjeeling didn't say anything else as her driver did just that. The Churchill backed up and reversed out of the area taking the view of the boys away from Assam who couldn't hold it in anymore.

She cried.

Davis kneeled down as Donavan and Andrew arrived to help stop the bleeding. Timothy's shoulder was covered in blood and his face was soaked in sweat and tears. The poor boy was screaming at the top of his lungs practically begging for something or someone to end the pain. The only good thing was the bullet went all the way through so there was so further risk.

Davis heard the Churchill moving and turned to see it reverse away from them. He glared, straining his eyes as he did so. That was all he could do, for now anyways.

"You'll pay for this St. Gloriana. Mark my words, you will pay." Was all Davis needed to say.

Johnathon Crease stood waiting at the entrance of the east side to the city of Glendale, waiting for the arrival of the Association reinforcements that were meant to arrive today. This day had brought quite the situation, mostly in the form of the young Virginia boy who got shot earlier this week. Ever since that happened Davis has been on a warpath. He carved his way right through the Federation attack line and made a gunning attempt for the ST. Gloriana Churchill. He failed to get them but now they knew they were a target. Johnathon could only sigh, Davis was going to cause more trouble than was necessary but there was nothing he could do to stop him right now.

The sound of several engines brought Johnathon back to reality as the arrival of the Association reinforcements began pulling into the city. The tanks were mostly M60 Patton's, but they were still a beautiful marvel.

"From what I've heard Colonel Black Abernathy is the commander of the Association forces." Johnathon heard his Vice Commander Christian say.

"Really?" Johnathon asked receiving a nod in reply. "Commander Ezio Morelli of Los Angeles is going to be happy about that."

After a minute one of the M60's turned towards them and stopped just away form them. Once the commanders hatch opened out came the man himself, Colonel Blake Abernathy of the American Tankery Association. Abernathy hopped off his tank and approached the two boys a warm smile on his lips.

"I'm Colonel Blake Abernathy. Who is in charge here?" He asked.

"I am sir. Commander Johnathon Crease of Edison High School and this is my Vice Commander Christian." Johnathon said shaking the man's hand. Christian, after being introduced, shook Abernathy's hand as well.

"A pleasure. My second in command, Captain Faun, is here somewhere. You'll meet him later, right now I would like to know where to store the vehicles we brought and get up to speed on events." Abernathy said.

"Christian can handle storing the tanks. I'll get you up the speed sir." Johnathon said as Blake nodded with a smile.

"Yes we arrived on the island. Yes we have all the Challengers offloading now. understood, we'll deploy immediately and get to work. Roger, out." The woman said as she disconnected the radio.

"Ma'am, half the Challengers are out and ready to be deployed. Where shall we send them?" Asked one of the Federation women.

"Send them to Mishima first. Get a feel for what's been going on and we'll disperse where we're needed." The woman said. The Federation girl nodded and went off to do just as ordered.

"You really think this is a good idea? We've never gone against Americans before and I don't know how to fight against them." Said Chika, Vice Commander for the Federation women.

"Oh we'll do fine. We're here to win and dismantle their sport. We'll blitzkrieg them and be home before Summer starts. If not, then we'll just have to have some fun along the way." Chika sighed as she heard her commander speaking.

Akari Adachi stood on top of her challenger II and looked out at the women she brought with her. Veterans of many years of corporation matches and University Rivalry's. She had a strong force, and she would be insulted if she didn't let them loose.

"This is going to be good."

A/N: Bringing the Bad Bitch Back Boys.