The lone American Sherman medium tank cautiously maneuvered through the seemingly empty town. The tank's name was Ashum. The Tier five tank rolls through the grassy hilly landscape, moving it's 360 degree turret back and forth, trying to spot enemies.

"Of course. No one here again,"the tank mutters to itself.

It had been trying to find a place to stay, or membership in a clan for weeks now. His gas tank barely managed to get him from place to place, but he scavenged enough for him to live.

As he was thinking, he didn't notice the German Tier 8 Panther tank. But then again, neither did the Panther.

"Keltie? Keltie!"The Panther yells.

Instantly, Ashum rolls back into the trees, but the noise causes for the Panther's turret to be turned directly towards the lower class tank. Ashum gulps. This was not good.

"Hey, I don't want to hurt you! Do you know of a Tiger tank anywhere near here?"The Panther asks.

Ashum stares dumbfounded. "No…."

"Oh. Okay then. What's your name?"The Panther presses.

"Ashum. Why do you not want to kill me?"

"You're not trying to kill me, and I'm a loner. It wouldn't take much to pull me down."

"You're a Panther."

"With no experience. I just gained a Tier, so I have no idea how to operate in this new body. Dent, by the way."

"Dent?"

That's my name."

Suddenly, a Tiger tank rolls through the trees and onto the field.

"There you are Dent-Holy shit! Sherman!"She yells, as trains her gun at Ashum's hull."

"Hey! He's cool with us,"Dent says hastily, trying to stop a conflict.

"I'm Ashum. I was just looking for a place to stay."

Keltie grunts. "Well then you're out of luck. Both of us are the only ones left of a decimated destroyed clan. We're searching for the same thing."

"Well why don't we do it together!"Dent cries cheerfully.

Both turrets of the Tiger and Sherman turn towards him. "Um...If that's okay."

"Well, I'll be fine if the Sherman-Ashum,"Ashum cuts in.

"Yes, Ashum, doesn't get in our way,"Keltie remarks bluntly.

"I think I would do that more. I tell you, this Panther tank,"Dent says.

With that, the trio set off. They met contact in less than two miles. Dent and Ashum were chatting when Keltie shushed them.

"Two PanzerJaegers, 300 meters away near the town."

Both tanks do the equivalent of squinting with a turret, and spot the two of them. The two tank destroyers were chatty, occasionally raising their voices, and then lowering them again. They both started to laugh, and started to move. All three tanks tense up, but they went in the other direction.

Just in time for another tank to join in them. As they watch, they see around 10 tanks, ranging from Panzer III's and IV's, to an American Pershing heavy tank.

"We can't take those,"Dent whispers.

"No. We'll have to go around."

"If you can."

Startled, the trio turns our turrets around. Behind them are two Russian KV-1's, both turrets aimed at our vulnerable backside.

"Hey, we caught some stragglers!"One of them yells.

"We are not-"Keltie says enraged, but Dent knocks his turret to her side armor, quieting her.

"Don't be so cocky. You may be a high tier but we got the tanks on our side,"The second one says.

In a matter of seconds, the rest of the tanks roll up. Two PanzerJaegers, a Pershing, two KV-1's, three T-34's, two M3 Grants, and three Tetrarch tanks.

"We are the Armoured Pancakes, and we demand surrender,"the KV-1 says.

At that, Dent starts giggling, and this time Ashum swings his turret at Dent, causing his chuckles to subside.

"We were looking for a place to stay."

"I asked you to surrender!"

"Fine. Uh, we surrender."

"So, do we get to kill them now boss?"One of the M3's ask the KV-1.

"Ahem! I'm the boss. Ajax, shame on you. I'm the leader here,"The Pershing says sternly. The KV-1 snorts but shuts up.

"I am the leader of the armored pancakes *Dent giggles* and you have surrendered. Why were you watching us?"The Pershing asks.

"We just wanted a place to stay,"Dent wines.

"Our former clan was destroyed. We just need a place to rest for a while and refuel, and then we will be on our way,"Keltie tells him.

"What will you give us in return?"The Pershing asks.

"300 gold?"Keltie says questioningly.

At that point, the crowd roars with laughter.

"Are you serious?"

"Or 2 research points."

"You guys are dirt poor. Take 'em in,"the Pershing comments.

Besides the insult, the trio sigh in relief. To live another day.