AN: A few years ago there were a series of stories on the World of tanks Forums known as the World of Tanks chronicles that comprised the bulk of all fanfiction. None were ever completed. This is a re-imagining of that universe and in the spirit of the original other stories set in the same continuity are welcome. I have taken some liberty with history to justify the existence of many of the in-game vehicles so just bear with me. Enjoy! Rated T for violence and some language

0930: Malinovka training grounds; combat field

"Enemy right, bearing 330 range 120 meters! Angling for attack"

"Turning turret to engage... Gunfire! Reverse!"

"Backing off! Shit too late!" DIIIIING! The blunt tipped low velocity (BTLV) training round glanced off the side of my MS-1's turret.

"Ricochet, no damage" the training referee said over the radio, "carry on"

I grasped the turret control an stared down the gunsight, aiming just to the left of my opponent's gun, at the ammo rack in the back of his turret. "Firing!" There was a loud bang, followed by the distinctive sound of a BTLV round impacting metal. Through the smoke, I could just make out the white flag that had popped out of the other MS-1's turret.

"Confirmed kill, all enemies destroyed, blue team wins" came the calm voice of the referee.

Another voice, that of our commander Serzhent Kopat, came over the radio. "Congratulations on completing your training, come see me after debriefs for your assignments"

1000 hours: Malinovka training grounds; Serzhent Kopat's office

Kopat addressed my driver first. "You are assigned to the clan USSRM" USSR Moscow defenders, though they are currently bolstering the defenses at Kiev. you will be driving tank 12, a BT-2. A truck is waiting for you. It leaves at 1130. Dismissed!"

"Sir yes sir!" He replied and left the room.

Next, Kopat turned to me. As for you, congrats on making top of the class. We need good commanders like you at USSRS, USSR Smolensk defenders, better known as USSR Ensk defenders but don't ask me how it got that way. You will be driving tank 22, a T-26" I smiled at that, T-26 crews Eventually get to drive heavy tanks, perfect for my strategic mind. "There is a convoy leaving at 1530. You are to join with them. Dismissed!"

"Tank you sir"

AN: On October 1, 2013, author Tom Clancy Died at age 66. Clancy's incredible novels were a major inspiration to my writing so I dedicate this story to his memory. I know this chapter was short but they will get longer, I promise. Constructive criticism is welcome.

До свидания (until we meet again)