Author's Note: I've decide that since it's been 365 days exactly since I've started this story that I'm going to celebrate the first anniversary of my first FanFic. As a result, I've ultimately decided to rewrite my entire story and give it a brand new coat of paint.
I plan on adding some new things to this and getting rid of some old ones in order to make it more presentable to my other on-going projects. I have fully read the Rules and Guildlines section to make sure that what I'm doing is fair or not. I will release a total of six acts over time, each act contains three chapters.
Please enjoy the new version of my first successful FanFic: Trouble of the Homefront. Now re-named as: Trouble on the Homefront.
INTRODUCTION
The sport of tank fighting has existed for decades. Starting in the Deutschland, it has branched off to many parts of Europe and eventually to the rest of the world. Out of all the nations in the world that the sport is played in, Japan is the crown jewel of tankery next to Germany. The tradition of Sensha-do is highly respected among many young girls and women, ranging from various Middle Schools to the most elite Universities and Colleges. It is a well known sport by everyone, due to its intense combat and the overall amount of teamwork and skill that the participating students put into it. Overall, it has been a recognizable game for almost a century.
Many of the most powerful nations in the world have also took on the chance to perfect in the sport like Germany and Japan has. A few of these powers include Russia, Canada, France, China, Australia, the Netherlands, the United Kingdom and the United States. All of these nations contain a special school or two that always dominates the others in their home country. However, compared to a much larger scale, none are more successful and prosperous than that of Kuromorimine Girls High School and Pravda Girls High School in Japan. Both have repeatedly won in competitions and national tournaments as the decades had passed, showing more skill and prowess in each victory they take.
In the year before, both Kuromorimine and Pravda had lost to a small underdog school only known as Ooarai Girls High School. The small tankery team, lead by the 16 year old girl named Miho Nishizumi, had managed to pound out some of the greatest obstacles that year. Some of these obstacles included the might of Black Forest Peaks Superheavy Maus tank and a deadly duel between a both valuable and professional player in the sport, a 19 year old girl known as Maho Nishizumi.
During the last 30 years or so, the sport has been shared with girls and boys alike. However, the nation of Japan still remains as the only tankery practicing country in the world to have all females only, prohibiting boys from playing in the sport. Till this very day, Japanese schools practicing Sensha-do are still female only, while the rest of the world shares the sport with both genders. Even though Kuromorimine and Pravda have never taken on an all male tankery team before, they were sure that if they encountered one, that they will dominate the competition. Even after they've lost to Ooarai, both schools were desperate to snatch victory in the Nationals once more.
However, they will soon meet another opposing force from across the sea, that will take them on in the most armor piercing experience in the history of the sport. Even more mind blowing than that of Ooarai's huge victory the year before.
Unfortunately though, this event, will be no game...
TROUBLE ON THE HOMEFRONT (REWRITE)
BY: OVERWATCH TROOPER 12
RATED: FICTION T
ACT ONE
Chapter 1 - Death Valley Inbound
Dawn was on the horizon off the coast of Southern California. Further outward towards the sea, an unusually large vessel was drifting in the waters. The ship was gigantic, tall and long, featuring many engines and turbines on its sides to guide it on the waters of the vast oceans around the United States. On the surface of the ship was a large expanse of land, with one half desert and the other half city. The desert portion was covered in mesas, plateaus, buttes, and small lakes. The city portion of the vessel was green, with buildings and skyscrapers covering the land.
The Urban Zone was split apart by a long deep canyon that separated old town from new town. Bridges connected to the two urban areas that were divided from each other by the deep canyon that was between them. On both sides of the enormous craft written in large orange letters, spelled out the words: DEATH VALLEY BOYS HIGH SCHOOL. The name was written over a larger emblem of an orange sun above a scarlet rock formation enclosed by an orange circle.
Located within the city, trams were preparing to depart from a station full of males that ranged from teens to adults. The whole ships population was made up of the male gender and the male gender only. A tram with only one person inside of it was already leaving the station, and inside of it, was a 16 year old boy named Drake. Staring up from his seat, Drake looked out the window to see a neon sign pass by, lighting up with the words: "Ships High School" on it, with an arrow pointing in the direction in which the tram was moving in. The voice of a disembodied man came over the speakers.
"Current Time is 7:30 AM. Current Temperature is 87 Degrees Fahrenheit and Wind Speed is an estimated 3 Miles Per Hour."
Looking out the window near his seat, Drake saw the walls of the station disappear to reveal the rest of the world around him: cars in the streets, people walking, shops and stores buzzing with life and sounds of machines humming below. The sun was finally beginning to rise up into the sky to symbolize the starting a new day that Drake was looking forward to.
Recently, Death Valley Highs tankery team had won the semifinals against another school on the West Coast and was now racing forward into the finals against the winners of the East Coast. In order to make a grand entrance for the finals, the school had decided to use its funded money to construct a teleportation device, that allows tanks and their crew members to be transferred to the coordinates of the chosen location. Now the machine was finished and with three days before the big event, the final testing was being done.
"Still, I can't believe that we've created the unthinkable." Drake said to himself, "Lets just hope that it will work smoothly."
A few minutes later, the tram finally made its way into the schools docking port and stopped at an open platform. Drake stood back as the automatic door of the tram opened to let him out. Once the door was unlocked and had fully opened, he stepped out onto the concrete platform of the schools docking port for the tram system. Behind him, a group of freshmen boys went aboard and waited for the same tram to depart.
The sixteen year old walked down a flight of stairs to a blast door that led into the campus. The air conditioned hallways greeted Drake with a flow of cold breeze that differed from the heat of the outside world. The halls were full of students, lockers and electronic wall signs that lit up with different advertisements written on them. The blue metal walls and the steel plated floors gave the feel as if the students were inside an underground laboratory. There were also vending machines and soda dispensers down every other corridor.
After retrieving his things from his locker, Drake saw his two closest friends, Davian and Kyle, walk up to him. After an exchange of greetings, the three began to walk to their first period class.
"Hey, is there anything new from the research team yet about the teleporter?" Drake asked.
"Nah. Nothing but today's testing." Davian said.
"Hmm… Well, that's nothing new." Drake said in return.
"I'm sure that they are working their socks off as always." Kyle replied, "It seems that all they do in their spare time is read, read and read."
"Reading makes you smarter. It makes the brain grow more and you get to learn new things."
"That's true." Kyle answered, "Especially if your helping to make something like that tank teleporter we are going to use work."
"Gosh. That would make me go insane." Drake laughed.
Davian checked his wristwatch on his arm. The hands pointed to show that the time was 7:51 AM.
"The bells going to ring, guys. We'll talk more about it later."
"Agreed. Lets put our thinking caps on. Geometry is our first class." Drake added.
"Man, I hate Math." Kyle groaned.
"Hey, what would we be without it?"
The sound of the morning announcements filled the halls as the group of three began to walk towards their class. In their minds, the three were thinking about the tournament and what sort of events would follow with it. Later that day, the three boys met up with the other two members of their team's tank crew: Jonathan and Ian. Both of them were the brains of the crew, while Kyle was the brawn and Drake and Davian were just fast on their feet. The group came face to face in the control room.
"Hello guys! How are you doing today?" Ian cheerfully asked.
"Well now, looks like someone's in a good mood." Davian spoke with a smile on his face.
"Yes, he is." Drake said.
An awkward silence fell onto the room.
"So...should we get started, guys?" Jonathan asked.
"Indeed! Me and Johnny here were just looking over some last second changes before we begin the process." said Ian.
"Seems pretty legit." Drake replied.
"Now, before we begin, we need to go over what type of tank we will experiment on. Any ideas?" Jonathan asked to the others.
"Well if you ask me, I'd say the Luchs tank would be a fine test subject." said Kyle, "It's small, agile and could probably teleport much faster than all our other tanks."
"Perfect! I was thinking the same thing." Ian smiled.
One of the boys at the monitor whispered for Ian to lower his voice while they worked.
"Oh, excuse me...Sorry about that." Ian replied in a hushed voice.
Drake smiled to the situation. Though that he and Ian weren't in any classes together besides Tankery, he thought that him and his Radio Operator would be good friends. He also viewed Ian as a huge success in school for having good grades, lots of awards, and even a couple of neat little trinkets that he kept stored away in his dorm closet. As a human, Ian seemed like a happy person who was always in a good mood and always social. Drake on the other hand, felt much better by not being very social, yet wanted to have friends of his own as well.
"Anyways." Kyle said, interrupting Drakes thoughts, "Should we send out the Luchs?"
"Oh yes please do." said Ian.
Minutes later, the crew was packed inside the tank. In the big room above the testing chamber itself, the monitor boys worked on the readings. Outside the control center, a crowd of students and teachers came to spectate the test.
"Alrighty then boys, ready to undergo testing procedure?" a man asked over the intercom.
Ian got on the tanks radio.
"Confirmed." he said, "We are ready to go once Drake is finished inspecting the tank."
"Very well, then. Man down the hatches and stay in the tank boys. We'll take it from this point onward."
"Could you tell us where is tank is being transported to?" Kyle interrupted over the radio.
The man responded, "You will be taken to the battlefield that will be used for the finals. Its just off the coastline and there will be staff members meeting you there."
"Works for me. Time to rock n' roll."
Drake looked around for any loose bolts on the outside of the tank. After finding no problems, he hopped inside with the other four members and sealed the commanders hatch shut. The lights in the test chamber flickered off as the sound of the beam above them was being activated.
"This is it. I can't believe that this is happening!" Ian cheered.
"Yeah, don't get too excited." Jonathan said, "It could easily fail to work on us now."
"Please put on your earwear now." instructed one of the monitor boys.
In the control room above, the voices of the teams began to speak, "Power has now reached 100 percent and we are ready for teleportation."
"Engaging beam in five...four...three...two...one!"
The energy shot down on top of the panzer like a flashlight though a pitch black room and covered the tank with a yellow glow. For a few minutes, the process went smoothly.
"We are now preparing to activate the second beam upon for tank. Hold on tightly, boys." called the man over the noise on the radio.
"Initiating second beam in five...four...three...two...one!"
A second beam shot down upon the Light Tank. This time the beam was orange. The noise in the chamber was soon so loud that anyone inside it without protective earwear would become deaf. This went on for a minute before the speaker spoke again.
"We are ready to blast you to your destination! Brace yourselves!"
A third and final beam of red shot down upon the tank.
Teleporting vehicle to destination in five...four...three...two-"
Suddenly, a crash of noises and explosions filled the chamber. Fire began to shoot all over from the ceiling and parts started to come flying down from above.
"Ahhhh! What's going on!" Davian shouted over the sound of explosions.
"I don't know, but stay low guys!" yelled Jonathan.
"Quick, shut the damned thing down!" yelled one of the monitor boys to the man at the controls.
"I can't! The process is already in motion! Oh no! Everyone get your heads down!"
Following the response, a series of shots sounded the hollow chamber and a bright light swallowed the chamber up in a white flash. Anyone who was in it would have been blinding by looking at it. The sound of static filled the chamber as the Luchs tank disappeared.
"Where did they go!" exclaimed the worried crowd outside.
The monitor boys looked at the computer screens to see the location of where the Light Tank was being sent to. At the sight of the location on the screen, the monitor boys let out a cry of confusion.
(Meanwhile Across The Pacific Ocean)
A grand meeting was being called by Black Forest Peak Girls High School and Pravda Girls High School to discuss the next round in the Sensha-do Championship. The two enormous school ships floated next to each other in a parallel angle, steadily holding fast against the waves of the East China Sea. Aboard Kuromorimines Panzerkraft field was Maho Nishizumi and her Tiger I crew, preparing for a day of target practice. Maho was looking over an array of papers on a clipboard before her team called her over to begin training.
"Kommandant, we are ready for you."
Right when Maho was about to climb aboard her tank, a loud sound filled the sky. After a flash of light, a random black Luchs tank appeared in front of the Tiger I out of nowhere. There was a sound of thudding from within the tank before the Luchs fired its cannon at the Tiger. Though the shot bounced off the tanks frontal armor, it threw Maho off of it, resulting in her hitting her face hard onto the concrete. She layed there unconscious as her crew gasped at what they just witnessed. When they turned towards the direction of the Luchs tank, it had disappeared from plain sight and was nowhere to be found.
"Quick, get the Instructor!" shouted one of the girls, "I'm going to try and help-"
Suddenly, a huge force pushed from underneath the ground of the girls' feet. They thought that a tidal wave was hitting the school vessel but little did they know what was really happening. The entire Death Valley Boys High School ship had mysteriously teleported from out of nowhere and began to slightly tilt both Black Forest Peaks and Pravda's school ship sideways. The effect of Death Valley High's vessel sandwiched between the two other schools caused massive damage to their lower decks. Somewhere in a weird dimension, the Luchs tank spinned around and around, knocking everyone inside of it out cold.
What happens next will change lives forever…