just starting out, please be supportiveI Decided to write a story that had been plauging my mind for for the past two years. so for the good of all humanity, before my head exploads, I have chosen to type it up. I hope that you all may enjoy or take good care to it. Also, all character's in this story are based on an Anthropomorphic body type. so half pony and half human.
"SIR! M4 SHERBERTS ROUNDING THE HILL!" came the shrill cry over the mounted headset. "UNDERSTOOD, GROUP A WITH ME, C AND D MOVE TO FLANKING POSITIONS BETA AND ZULU!" i yelled back. the sound within the Trotsky 34 was inhumane. it caused all ears that were in a three meter radius need some form of spell to dull the sound. resounding 'affermative's' came from the headset. the Trotsky 34 or T-34 for short, was a tank you didn't want being pointed at you. with a decent medium V.s. Medium tank battle, the T-34 would normally come out on top. but thanks to Celestia's cone-heads up in canterlot, their M4 Sherberts were a might to be triffled with.
My T-34 was the standard olive green with the symbol of her grace, Princess Luna's, cutie mark. the symbol of rebellion. OUR rebellion. If you havnt guessed it, me and my tanks are part of the New Lunar Republic, led by Princess Luna herself. While many familys were split in half by the descicion, many were justified in agreeing to the terms of the NLR. that Celestia's Solar Empire, or CSR for short, was unkempt and corrupt, that nopony could be trusted. I happened to be one of three Leaders for the NLR's armed forces. I am in comand of the armored forces. The other two twits are nowhere near the battle field. i wish Princess Luna would throw them to the wolfs. but saddly, their knowledge is needed.
"RIGHT FLANK! RIGHT FLA-*static*" "HOT DAMN! Sir They are picking us off like flies!" came the screech over the headset. there were now over eighty voices comeing through the speaker. the most audible of them being the mares and stallions that sat outside the tanks, fireing down on the tank line that had just recently arrived at cresent moon ridge. Due to the fact that these tracks go from ponyville's train hub out to the westward expansion, we needed to hold off the CSR's advances, just so we would have the advandage when it came to reinforcements moving to the western parts of equestria. what would take weeks by vehicle or months by foot, takes only days by train.
we had to keep this pass through the center of the ridge clear of any CSR scum so that the recent resuply of foodstuff's and munitions could make its way to the west. "SIR! DEFENSE POINT ZULU IS LOST! I REPEAT, ZULU IS LOST!" came the yell from sergent Black Powder, his T-26 Making its way back up the hill, firing its amunitions down upon the advancing M4's. most of Black Powder's forces looked to be destroyed in the initial move. but he still had what appered to be twelve T-26's left. "Shit. GET THOSE SU-85's DOWN THERE AND HELP THOSE POOR BASTARDS!" i yelled from my perch. The comander's pod held me snugly even as the tank coninued it's barage of hell-fire, i still helped reload the gun, even as the tank took on the effects of small arms fire. suddenly a loud *PTRONG* echoed throught the turret as a new buldge began to rub up against my shoulder. we had just survived a richchet, one of the few things that ever happened when facing the M4 Sherbert.
"BETA IS LOST SIR! REPEAT, BETA IS LO-*fwoom*" there goes left-tennant Baked Bads. poor S.O.B. never even knew what hit him. incendiary rounds could puncture through the thickest hides. suddenly, the screams of hundreds of mortars began to sound off. "AET, FALL BACK TWENTY YARDS! GET OUT THE KILL ZONE!" i yelled, tapping the shoulder of the pony in front of me. he was strangly cold. upon looking away from the view port and saw that the driver was splayed out, blood still sliding from his mouth. Damnit! this is not my day. i poked the gunners face before i pointed to myself and the now dead driver. he nodded grimly, before i slid down into the seat, moing the now-dead pony into the MG seat.
"ALRIGHT MOTHER BUCKERS! LETS ROLL OUT!" i yelled, my voice craking on the buckers part. I slammed my foot on the clutch before moving us into gear and easing us into full speed. i felt the entire tank rumble underneath me as we began to move. the gunner, throwing stick's aim never missing a single beat. the claking odf the tanks treads and engine reminded me why i love my job. "GROUP A - D, FOLLOW MY ASS AND KEEP FIRING!" i yelled through the microphone. Another rally of 'affirmatives' and 'copy that' were thrown about.
My T-34, having been the first to move out, made the first impact into the ground. we were half-way over the steep ledge that seperated My tanks, from those CSR bastards. A haevy *THUD* echoed through-out the tank as the half that was off the ground, finnaly agreed with gravity and slamed onto the hard surface of durt and ash. what was once beutiful oaks and pines were now ash and soot. the only parts that war had yet to touch was the tree's that surrounded the top of Cresent Moon Ridge. All in all, it made for a beutifull sight with the burning husks of M4 sherberts.
A cocophany of 'thuds' and 'clangs' followed after my tank. Soon enough, my gunner had poped the hatch to the turret open and continued to use his magic to fire and reload the tank, while he stood and fired the machiene gun that stood on top of the tank. twin barreled, .50 cal., lead slingers, deisigned for any Anti-Air Defense, yet could be better used against the M4's, since thair armor was esspecially weak to a constant barrage of .50 cal. full metal jackets. i head him shout a line that our crazy-est of crazy ponies have always said when doinng a magnificent forward rush.
"what a lovely day, OH WHAT A LOVELY DAY!" his screem echoed on the wind before a cocophany of 'hooah's' where heard. upon striking the ground and moving on with our constant speed of 67km/h we barreled into the first M4 Sherbert. a Tactic constantly used by many a dieing tanker as a last rush onslaught. We had just rammed the most expensive tank in the entire solar empire. A tank that constantly was being abuised by our T-34's and our T-26's.
the tank screeched with anguish as it was tipped and fell onto its side. The front end of our tank was quite bruised, but it would live with a few minor fixes. i pulled the gear into reverse, getting us away fron the underbelly, giving a tank that was behind mine a clear and impressive shot at the unprotected bottom of an M4. My tank just rolled around to find a Solar Empire soldier glaring at us from the turret of the overturned M4, just glareing at us as he pointed a Changling Empire Panzerfaust. "FUCKN' A!" came the cry of my turret stallion. The signature 'whomp!' Of the Panzerfaust Launching its rocket was heard, and the dull 'clang' graced my ears. the fucker missed his shot and had it ricochet off of one of the many rounded edges. the fear in his eyes as my gunner mowed him down was good and priceless.
What? being the third spawn of Nightmare Moon makes for a pretty interesting life. especially when that life is filled with your own mother not loving you like you want because you were born an earthpony.
. . . did i tell you that? sorry, rush of the moment. but yeah, i am the third child of Nightmare Moon. Her unwanted child, you could say. my brothers, Golden Quill and Astuit Learner were the more loved ones. golden quill, because he's a pegasus and Astuit learner because he is a Unicorn. ugh, unicorn my ass. just because of one simple bone pertusion means that he is your 'destined child' dosent mean that you should forget the other two as much. *sigh* but im getting ahead of myself here. family issues.
Anyway, the blood from that pony had spattered all over the top of the now destroyed tank. having already been dead, the Tank round smashing into his body and carrying him for a few extra meters really didnt help on the overkill factor. Urging my tank to move forward, it complied, but with a sound of protest. the grinding of gears is bad for any tank, even one built to stand through many harsh winters in Stalliongrad has its limits. So upon recieving that bad news from the tank itself, you open the clutch and put it back into gear one again, building up your speed and fixing the grinding gears.
It took only moments but the scream of pain that followed a tank being destroyed is frightening for a lifetime. even one born a thousand and twenty-six years ago, it still brings shivers to my spine. Then another tank radioed in: "SIR, M1 HEAVY, CRESTING THE HORIZON!"
that brought fear into any stallions heart. The M1 Heavy was a tank that was not ment to be fucked with. its called heavy for a reason. The substantial Armor plating on the damn thing was enough to barrel trhough a heavily fortified castle, with all the soldiers holding Changleing empire Panzerfausts. and it would still roll out, barely damaged by any form of panzerfaust or tank fire. the damn thing was near invinceble. but it was still in its prototype stages. or so came the reports from our spys in canterlot.
"ALL UNITS, FIRE ON THAT DAMN THING AT ONCE!" i shouted into the mic. No affirmatives greeted my ears. most of the M4's had been destroyed or heavily damaged from the forward rush that we had all done. only those M4's foolish enough to continue fighting here were about to be covered in a substantial way. "SOUND OFF! WHO'S LEFT OUT HERE?!" i shouted again.
the crisp reply of several ponys came in. "C company holding out!" "D comapany, fighting daisy's over here!" "B company is nearly wiped out sir!" shit. "ALRIGHT I WANT E COMPANY THROUGH H COMPANY DOWN HERE ON THE DOUBLE!" my reply being forced out, as the hatch to the drivers seat had been broken and i could not release the fumes that were builing up. my turret gunner had once again closed his hatch when the M1 Heavy came into view. Then came the fun and equally terrafying part. Most of the grups i had asked for had just reached the bottom of the hill and were now prepairing to engae the enemy with the remnants of A-D company. "Alright everypony! Listen up! Push back with everything you have! let no one, not even Celestia Herself stop your mighty guns! Remember, Don't get cornered and don't try and flank him. his Flanks are Open to the world of the enemy, so if you flank him, than prepare to die! AM I CLEAR?!" the yells of 'URAAH!' were enough of a tell-tale sign that everypony understood what i was saying. it was basic tanking after all. flank only if you're flanks are covered. pretty simple, yeah?
before long, the last of the tank line had arrived and we began to move forward at top speed. The M1 Heavy began to fire his shots, but three of the six that he had just fired in the minute he had to prepare had just ricocheted and the last three nailed its needed spots. "I'M HIT OH SOLARIS WHY! OH SWEET FUCK IT HURTS SO-" *BOOM*
*sigh* by the end of this war, all we shall have left are the young. and i care that no one from their youngest age has to see this kind of shit, or hear it either. it is traumatic, even for a grown stallion. As soon as his tank had blown up, and it had blocked three more in its wake, we had all slamed into some part of the M1, Our Powerfull guns aiming dead at his ammunition rack and enigne. All as one we bagan to fire, fire Fire! The M1 simply deflected most of the rounds like they were just stuffed animals, but the truth was that after a certain ammount of deflections, his armor wont save him any more.
After a continuous barrage of bullets, rounds and other fine weaponry, one stallion jumped from his tank and ran up to the hatch on the M1's turret. Upon ripping it open, he tossed a small M87 'Pineapple' Grenade inside it, before hopping off it and slipping into his tank once more. all the tanks began to back away as the hatch opened again, but before the grenade could be tossed out, it blew up. The poor fucks inside it had died instantaniously, the grenade blowing up had caused a chain reaction with the ammo rack that hung inside the turret and caused a massive explosion, which ignited the fuel line, which then caused a massive explosion of epic proportions. To say the least, it was a beutifull sight. But the Screams of Mortars soon intrrupted our happyness.
"Form Up, ON ME! lets find us a Rabbit!" i shouted, all the tanks formed up in a V formation, mimicking the Pegasai flight squadrons in the process. We rounded the ridge and began rushing The quickly advancing M4's. They Began to fire as our tanks both deflected and rammed the tanks that were fireing. and tanks that got lucky, managed to slide an M4 up onto the sloped armor of itself. Several tanks got lucky with that, and had clear shots at the underbelly of the Engine block. those that had yet to be smashed into had instead continued following me in attacking the Mobile Atillary. What shocked us was that they were useing some of the Older Artillary. The MGAS-7 was the oldest mobile artillary in equestian history. and it was pretty damn easy to kill. the MGAS stood for Mobile Gun Artillary System 7. it was the seventh model after the changlings perfected their mobile artillary system's.
It was a Cake walk when we spoted the MGAS-7's. their armor was ment for the tanks of their time. not to deflect the armor peircing rounds we had today. besides, the 37mm rounds were worthless and futile when it came to the armor of the T-34. The T-26 was another story. It could handle it, but it still took large ammounts of dammage. The dents in the armor of the T-26 would prove deadly if aimed correctly. but even then, the MGAS-7's werent ment for head to head attacks. they were ment for long range bastard shots with a heavier caliber. But i digress.
After the battle had ended, all tanks that hadnt been badly damaged and could still fight were kept at the ridge. all in all we took thirty nine casualtys with the tanks and for each tank four stallions or mares were inside. so let's see thats... 156 stallions and mares that were killed in the entire fight. we also managed to capture a few M4's but they were heavily damaged, their crews having been shot with .50 cal.
The stallions and mares that used the Machiene guns and fired down on the enemy, those who were outside the tanks, had done a magnificent job as well, having only taken forty three K.I.A. and nine having been accounted as M.I.A.
My tank having taken substantial damage, having rammed and deflected a demons worth of ammo, was schedualed for a two week repair in Her Graces City. New Equestiria Subspace was well hidden in the danse forests of the everyfree. The Princess had the old castle there Refurbished and set up as a new home. The large field of tallgrass that once stood behind it, now is a large super city. Better than even canterlot! its districts were evenly seperated, but with a few with special permission, thay had shops and other fine convieniances strewn throughout the residential district. It was Gloriously beutifull. The castle In and of itself was a miracle of beuty. Princess luna had secretly Rebuilt The castle to her ramafacations. So when the moon or the sun rose, it rose behind the castle, its shadow sheltering the townspony's from the harsh rays of the sun.
Our tanks strolled through the town of ponyville first, as it was the only way to enter the forest on any troden path. the path we went through the town in was full of ponys. many just out for a walk, many returning from the battle field, camara's in hand and a vast majority of them held flags of the Solar Empire. They were indiferent to The whole war between our causes, but it made no difference, since ponyville was known as the town of second chances. And they were tolerant of the NLR having taken their town as the first part of its campaign. The only thing they advised us not to do was to Harm or Threaten any of their ponys livelyhood. the only one who we had disrupted was an elitest mother and her well hated daughter, Diamond Tiara. althogh, when we planted out flag in town hall, she was just begining to open up to being nice to everypony.
our ride through the town was greeted by the Grand Pegasus Flight Squadron. also known as GPFS. sometime our tankers quipped and dubed them as Gimp-fest, since the Flight squadron only ever wore its skin tight suits. leaving less to the imagination. However, due to the flight patterns, they were off to, more than likely, bombard a recent advancement in the front lines.
It had been on and off fighting on the road between Canterlot and the raod that met ponyville. The road had been turned to mud and compleatly destroyed by nine years of constant barrage attacke's. The artillary from canterlot mountain had been fireing off a constant barrage of explosive rounds, which fired every four hours on the hour.
For the past thirty-eight minutes, the tank collumn had slowly moved through the dense forest that kissed the edge of ponyville. we had another thirty minutes to reach Castle town, and even then we had to ford the river. its was shallow enough that the water just managed to wash away any dirt from the treads, but anything above the tread skirt was untouched by the water.
Thnkfully we had Re-located the water dragon that once resided in this river to a more serene line. we just had him move to the ocean, where he was free of any form of hell. but recent events have changed that. the naval blackaid that the NLR has set up has effectivly turned his new home into a home of destroyed metal ships. The NLR has had reports of angry sea creatures that can sink ships having appeared in the midst of battle and sinking several ships rather violently.
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Upon arriving in the gates of castle town, the citizens took to raising a cheer of gladness and good tidings. We were currently entering fall and winter, so the streets were lined with pine.
The stallions and mares that stood around in the street treated this tank collumn treated this like it was just an everyday parade. The filly's and colts ran alongside the tanks, handing those solediers who were still consious and still stayed awake during the trip, gratefully accepted the bread's and the sweets and other small things. a few of the mares who's husbands or wives hadn't come back were looking eagerly for their husbands or their wives or their children. of course, there were those broken few that saw their parents or their wives or husbands and decided to jump down and see them or to hug them or the usual happy stuff.
Our tanks were intercepted by a Line of jeeps that were speeding twards our collumn, untill they swerved and continued driving, taking with them a large number trucks, filled with soldiers and other items that no one could care less about.
when we finnaly made it to the castle courtyard where all tanks that need repairs are kept, we came upon the princess. and she was staring at one tank in particular.
. . . Mine . . .
It seemed like a subtle look, but in truth, it was a look of . . . i dont even know. All i knew was that when my tank came to a stop in one of the repair bays, the Princess began to walk over to my tank. it took only a minute for her strid to bring her to the hatch of my tank, but she waited as me and my gunner hopped out and pulled the dead driver out of the MG seat. but then rigor mortis had set in and he was a bitch to get out. not because he reeked, but because all body's after violently being killed and extinguished always wnet into rigor mortis first.
upon getting him on the ground and covering his cold dead corpse with a white sheet, bowing our heads in the process, me and snippit heartstrings looked at the princess.
"you and your crew are to meet me in my chambers at once, Mr. Eyes. Am i clear?" she asked. her voice still sounded like angels from afar. "Yes ma'am." me and Snippit said in unison. upon hearing us agree, she walked away and went into her castle. after back was turned, me and snippit dropped our salute and looked to one another.
"shit, did she hear about the incedent with the whipped cream?" asked snipped, worridely. The event he's talking about is when we fucked up in a grocery and somehow made a whole row of whipped cream cannesters to suddenly exploade. All we did was drop a single can of the whipped cream when snippets butter fingers slipped on the grip and dropped the can.
Eventually, after replacing our tank cloths for more repectible cloths, namely our dress blues with our signature silver tread medals. Soon as we made our quick dash up to Princess Luna's Personal chambers. Whenever someone was asked to go to her chambers, her chambers were actually her office. Not many ponys ever got to be asked to go into her office. I've been here in the same room time and time again. infact, i've lost count of how many times i've been in here.
For eight minutes straight she staired at me. before her eyes switched to snippit. finnaly her eyes fell on me and she slipped a manilla foulder with the name of. . . no, my name.
it was embossed and my name was written in silver and red letters.
'SILVER EYE'
"let's talk, Silver eyes." came the words cooly from lunas lips.
Hello Bronies and pegasisters, Bb4h here. i decided to start a new Fanfic that i've made a trilogy to in my mind. so im going to write the first story before moving on to writing the next two fanfics that follow this story. Anyway, as you may have noticed, i used real life tanks, but i only changed how they look and their names. The T-34, T-26 and the M1 Heavy and M4 Sherbert are all real. (except the sherbert, its real name is the Sherman M4). I swear that im not addicted to world of tanks. honest! ... *bad poker face* ok so maybe i am. but it helps me in the long run. anyway, untill next time.
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