I've been playing World of Tanks for a few months now, and I got into a clan that was all about Girls und Panzer, clan ANZIO. Thanks to them, I started watching some episodes again, as I had watched the series in January, and I became inspired to write my own story. I would like to shout out to members abnotsu, TheTeaTimeBandit, GuP_M18_92, and n41 for helping me with details regarding the world of GuP. I would also like to shout out to the stories and authors "Boys und Sensha-dō" by Stellar Magic and "In Strange Waters" by CrossTycoon, whose stories I have read and enjoyed a lot and were inspirations to write my own. I hope you all enjoy this story and please support it if you'd like. Constructive criticism welcomed, flames will be ignored.


No one had a job more stressful, and yet equally as relaxing, as Ryan. He sighed as he looked through paperwork that was more or less covering the entirety of his desk, most of it concerning of matters financial. The New South Wales School of Tankery was in itself a wonder to behold, as even though co-education schools that offered Sensha-dō did exist, though few in number, the school was the only one that was purely all male, and to top it off, only did Sensha-dō. Well, except for Ryan's sister. As he was the president of the student council, he was in charge of the whole school, and meant that he could allow his sister, Rachael, to come in and join her brother as the only two members of the council and indeed the whole school that did not drive tanks. Because it was such an oddity (an all-boys school), the government of Australia funded it completely, and all Ryan had to do was ask and he would receive almost anything, so long as it helped the school retain the title of "Australia's Finest". Not much work there to deal with.

On the other hand, it was a school of all boys and that meant that many things ended up getting broken, and it was his job to find out what was broken and report it to their officials in Canberra so they could replace said items. Not only that, but as it was an all-boys school, recruitment and enrollment usually meant managing people from all different corners of the world. It was a Godsend that majority knew English or enough to get by; otherwise there would be another thing to worry about. And of course the matches for the school were hard to come by. Yes they would play New Zealand and New Guinea every year, but interim, they usually fought local schools. Sometimes they would have exhibition matches for schools from out of country, such as India, France, even a few American schools. This year, though, enrollment was stagnant, and no other schools wanted to play matches, as it was coming up to the big game between New Zealand, New Guinea, and Australia.

All this was giving Ryan a headache, so when someone opened the door to the Student Council Office, he let out a sigh of relief. He was even more relaxed when he saw who it was who came in. At about 5 foot 8 inches tall, Manfred Siegel, or Manny as he was known by everyone, was a clear two inches and a half taller than Ryan, as well as having messy chestnut hair that indicated that he had just finished exercising. Funny, considering there wasn't a bead of sweat anywhere on him, and his grey t-shirt was absent of stains. In the pocket of his jeans, Ryan noticed a disk in a clear CD case, and without a word, the guest took it out and tossed it on the desk, scattering a few papers in the process.

"I assume you want me to play this little mix tape of yours?" Ryan asked. Manny chuckled.

"Just put the damn thing in the DVD player." He replied, a thick Scottish accent dripping off of every word. "I had this thing recorded from about two weeks ago."

The president shrugged and got up, disk in hand, and placed it in the player while the projector started up. As soon as it was ready to go, he pressed play and sat with Manny on the two seated couch in the office. He frowned as he saw the logo of the Japanese National Sensha-dō Competition appear and the names of the two final teams appear.

"I've defiantly heard of Kuromoromine before, Black Forest Academy that is, but who are these Ōarai Sheilas?"

Manny just held up a finger, as the announcers played back the past games that Kuromoromine played and won, earning a scoff from the president. The next bit, though, made him pay more attention, as it covered the previous matches against Saunders, Anzio, and Pravda. When the recap was over, Ryan let out a soft, thoughtful "Hmmm".

"What you thinking, Ryo?" The Scotsman asked.

"Well, they seem pretty lucky at first, especially against those Seppos. I mean, a short 75er managing to hit a moving target at the same time as a 17 pounder? Ridiculous. Anzio as well, they just got cocky. And Pravda they were so lucky that I swear one of them must have a golden horseshoe shove up their-"

"I get it. You don't need to indulge me in all that detail. Just say they were lucky is all."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyways, then when I thought back a bit more closely, it appears as much skill as luck. Like when they used their StuG to take out the Pravda flag tank by embedding it in the snow bank. Takes some real brass ones to pull off the stunts they're getting away with."

As the match played out, the two watched silently for the next 4 hours, only making any noise when Kuromoromine revealed their Maus, and when Ōarai managed to defeat the gargantuan tank. When it got to the last showdown between Miho and Maho, both men were on the edge of their seats, eager to know how it would end. Of course, it ended with a bang, and a huge grin from Ryan.

"I'll be damned. They pulled it off. A small team defeating such a giant as Black Forest. David and Goliath-esq, ain't it?"

Manny nodded. "I think we should invite them."

It wasn't a huge surprise to Ryan, as he had guessed it earlier. Still…

"What makes you think they will come? And if we have them come, we still have the OTT coming up in two weeks. No way we can plan an exhibition match and then be ready for the big game."

"What if they stay for two months and participate in the tournament?"

This question did take him off guard. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and closed his tired emerald eyes, trying to shake off a headache that was coming on. The whole thing would be good for the school, as many people would watch the games, more than usual. It would bring in much needed attention, leading to more students, as well as more out of country teams, generating revenue for the area and the country. But there was the issue of getting them into the tournament. An idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Yknow, maybe we can have those Ōarai gals participate. Honorary participants I believe are allowed. It would be a most interesting tournament, with four teams rather than three."

The president quickly grabbed his phone and began dialing the number for Rachael as Manny took out the DVD and began to walk out. As the phone was ringing, Ryan quickly called to the other boy. "Want anyone from your blokes to go with Rachael?"

It didn't even take a second before Manny simply replied: "Roscoe."


It only took the Scotsman about ten minutes to find the garage, which wasn't that much of an achievement. The sodding thing was massive, almost impossible to miss. Upon entering through the door in the side, he was greeted by the sounds of wrenches and grunts from a Comet in a very faded olive green color over in the center. Sighing, he walked over to the guys who were doing work, passing the numerous Sentinel AC Is that made up the bulk of their team. One of them was on top of the rear, with the engine compartment open, working and working up a sweat, while another stood at the very rear, holding a toolbox and swearing in Spanish. The raven haired boy on top just wiped his brow and called out to another in the tank itself.

"Alright John!" He called in his Yorkshire accent. "Turn her on!"

A loud roar came from the vehicle and the two men smiled, closing up the compartment as the engine turned off. A white cowboy hat emerged from the inside, and an equally happy Texan climbed out. "She sure sounds lovely, don't she?"

"Like a lion's roar." The Englishman replied.

"Aye, a léon, but that does not excuse you from using me as una mesa." The Spaniard quipped. All three went silent for a moment and quickly stood at attention when they noticed Manny, all three standing up straight in their ANZAC drab green uniforms with shorts folded up to just above the knee and jet black jack boots laced up tight. He just smiled and saluted lazily before shaking the cowboy's hand. "Maintenance on the wee lass Roscoe?"

Jonathan Roscoe smirked, his deep brown eyes filled with pride. "Yessir, hoss! Got the baby sounding well, moving well, and grooving well. She'll be ready for the tourney alright, you can count on that."

He next went to the Englishman and Spaniard, Henry and Santos respectively. The latter remembered he had the toolbox still in his hand and almost dropped it to the floor, making the former shake his head.

"Santos isn't too keen on using those hands for anything more than shooting the gun." He sighed.

"Hey! When we get into combat and I miss, you'll be wishing you had let me be, puta!"

The commander just let out a relaxing breath. "Calm down you two. Henry, he is a good shot and we do need him at peak performance, and Santos, it doesn't hurt to help out with maintaining the ol' girl. Now I need to talk to you all about something really important."

Santos, Henry, and John sat down on the Comet in anticipation of what Manny would say. Of course, when he told them about the plan, they were in various states of curiosity and disbelief.

"What in tarnation? I've never heard of Ōarai before! You sure you didn't knock your head on something?"

"I'm pretty sure Manny didn't, and I can see why this is a good thing. Still I'm wondering if they even will accept to this."

Santos didn't say anything, which was surprising for the loud mouthed and bombastic Spaniard, but that didn't really last long until a long and nitro induced stream of Spanish swear words, ending with kicking the toolbox, which ended up hurting his foot and making him fall on to his rear in a fairly comical way, bringing a few chuckles from the other guys.

"I believe he said somewhere in there that he wasn't too keen on getting some chicas come over and paint everything pink." Henry said.

"Look lads," The Scotsman sighed. "It's for the good of the school. And besides, Rachael is going as our ambassador. I think that'll put them at ease, at least for a while until they get told that we're an all-boys school. It's extra practice for the Tournament, and it's one more team to beat, a challenge for us. We need a real challenge and I think facing against the Japanese champions would be a good thing."

There were some soft grumblings coming from the Texan and the Spaniard, but not really any more complaints.

"Oh, and Roscoe is going too."

Until that bombshell went off…

"I'm WHAT?"

"You heard me. You are going on a trip with Rachael as my stand in. I have to get the other lads ready if we're having guests."

"You know I hate flying. Stupid way of traveling."

Manny just shook his head. "You are going whether you like it or not. My orders."

"….. Oh fine. Just when do I go on my adventure?"

The sound of the door opening diverted their attention to a petite girl, with long red hair and sparkling pools of sapphire for eyes behind glasses, who was walking towards them. "Ryan sends his complements and his apologies." She smiled. "If everything goes the way it should, we should be leaving tomorrow about noon or so."

Even Roscoe had to smile a bit when Rachael came up. Just her always carefree attitude and bubbly personality that made any room feel warmer and more comfortable. Not that any guys in the school were attracted to her. On the contrary, she had earned the nickname "Ma" for how she seemed to care for everyone in the school.

"Tell Ryan we accept his complements and that he can stuff the apologies, or is it the other way around?" John continued smiling, until his face suddenly dropped. "Wait, tomorrow at noon?"

"Yep, so go pack your things tonight. We're booked for a noon flight, that is, if they accept."

"Alright Ma. Will do. Anything else?"

She smiled gently. "Don't make us look bad, or I'll make this year and the next a living hell for you, ok?" Jonathan gulped and nodded. "Good. I'll text you when we have word back. See you tomorrow!"

As she bounced off out of the garage, the Texan let out a breath before wiping his forehead. "I swear she scares the daylights outta me sometimes."

"Speaking of scaring, where's Sam?" Manny asked. Sam was their Australian radioman, and he hadn't seen him all day.

"I think that bushman's out all day." Henry replied, sighing once again. "I checked his hut and he was still asleep."

Manny pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. The "hut" Henry spoke of was a nickname for the houses that the students lived in just three minutes from the school, consisting of a bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom. As for Sam, he had a nasty reputation for showing up very unkempt and rough, always sleeping till late and missing sometimes a whole day because he decided to sleep through the day. However, he did have the dependability when it was needed on the battlefield, and no one at the school could relay positions and information as clear and quickly as he could. Well, clear as in they could understand him. Because he was born out in the bush, he had a very distinct way of talking, very thick Aussie accent with a drawl, mixed with mushing words together to get off combinations so profound that Ryan had joked about making a special dictionary for Sam to understand him.

"Well, he'll turn up as soon as he finds out what's going on." The commander smiled. "As for now, let's take the Comet out for a spin."


The soft ding of an email being received woke Yuzu Koyama up from her nap. She had been working long and hard throughout the day at Ōarai Prefectural Girls High School lining up schools to participate in matches for the months ahead, but it was hard work, what with some of the schools not interested in facing the national champions and others already booked, the infamous "championship fatigue" where no one wants to participate in Sensha-dō or if they do, in a limited capacity, for the first few months after the championship. There was a chance that St. Gloriana would be interested in a rematch, but even they had a busy schedule. She had even considered searching out schools in other countries in the surrounding areas like China, but even they were too preoccupied with their own matches to even think about inviting a foreign team. This was why when she saw the email titled "An Offer to Challenge to Japanese National Sensha-dō Competition Champions", she immediately called out "President!"

Anzu Kadotani, the Student Council President, and Momo Kawashima, the Student Council PR Manager, looked up from their chairs and rushed over to where Yuzu was. Upon seeing the message, Anzu grinned and patted Yuzu on her back. "Get Miho here. She should be involved in this decision."

Elsewhere in the school, Miho Nishizumi was sitting down for lunch with her friends and fellow crew members of their Panzer IV: Saori Takebe, the team's radio operator; Hana Isuzu, the gentle and composed gunner; Yukari Akiyama, the excitable loader is obsessed with anything tank related; and Mako Reizei, the gloomy driver with low blood pressure. They were the flag tank that took down Kuromoromine's flag tank, the Panzer VI Tiger, commanded by Miho's sister, Maho. In the past two weeks since winning the championship, the Sensha-dō team was in sort of a rut. They had only practiced twice so far, as Miho didn't want to push the other tankers too hard, but it looked as if there was no reason for them to even practice, what with the other teams already making plans that did not involve the champion school.

"Attention! " Came the sound of Momo over the loudspeaker. "Will the student Miho Nishizumi report to the Student Council office as soon as possible? I repeat, will Miho Nishizumi report to the student council office immediately?"

The aforementioned girl sighed as she had only just gotten through the line and was about to start eating. "I wonder what this is about?" Hana asked.

"Maybe they found a school to go up against finally." Yukari suggested. Saori let out a huff as she ate a mouthful of her food. "You'd think that maybe they'd wait until we had finished eating." She pouted. Miho nervously laughed.

"Well if they did find a school, I'm sure it's important enough for me to come down as soon as possible. I'll try not to be long!"

In a few minutes, she was in the Student Council Office, sat in front of the three members of the Council. The President was laying down on the couch munching on a dried sweet potato as Momo held a piece of paper in her hand and Yuzu sat ready with her laptop. The Public Relations Manager handed Miho the paper, with a message typed in English as well as very good Japanese.

"Could you read that and tell us what you think?" Anzu asked. Miho nodded and began to read aloud the message:

"Dear members of Ōarai Prefectural Girls High School Student Council and Sensha-dō team,

I would like to first congratulate you on your spectacular win to become Japan's national champions, and welcome you to what I hope will be the first steps in expanding your horizons. I truly hope that we can, in the future, collaborate together more often.

With the preliminary pleasantries out of the way, it is time to get down to brass tacks; you seem like the perfect team to come to our school, the New South Wales School of Tankery, located in Australia for an exhibition match. We have ourselves a reputation similar to yours in that we are Australia's finest Sensha-dō team. I would like to believe that a match between us would bring attention to both our schools.

I shall not lie. Our school is in desperate need of new students. No doubt you may have heard rumors about schools that practice Sensha-dō and allow boys to participate. We are in a similar boat, though while those schools do regular course work, our school is the first ever exclusively Tankery school anywhere.

If you wish to give this a shot, I can have two representatives from the school be over there by about two in the afternoon; our Public Relations Manager cum ambassador to other schools Rachael, my sister, and Jonathan "Johnny Reb" Roscoe, the driver of our lead tank.

Please let me know as soon as you can. Best wished,

Ryan

President of the Student Council of New South Wales School of Tankery"

There was brief silence in the room before Momo spoke up. "Well?"

Miho placed her hand on her chin. "Well… I think that it won't do any harm if they send their representatives over at least. I think we should see what they have to say."

Anzu smiled. "Yuzu! Tell them they can send their representatives. We'll have our teams ready to greet them by the tanks!"

She nodded and quickly typed up a response and sent it off, making a small whooshing noise to indicate that it had successfully been sent.

Over in Australia, Ryan was just now checking his email once again awaiting a response when he received the message from Ōarai. He quickly brought his phone up and called Rachael.

"Hello?"

"Rachael! It's a go! Tell Roscoe, you two are heading out on the first flight tomorrow to Japan!"

"Will do. Let's hope things go smoothly."

"Same here. Let me know how it goes."


If there was one thing Roscoe hated more than someone else driving the Comet, it was flying. Even though whenever he did fly he almost always fell asleep through the entire flight, he still disliked his boots not being on the ground. Rachael had to put up with his moaning in the hour leading up to the flight (which as it turned out was at 9 in the morning, meaning that Roscoe had to wake up at 7, something he rarely did) and when they stopped for lunch at the airport. Fortunately he had finally shut up about it, and instead went to talking to her about the match between Ōarai and Kuromoromine, which he watched the night before, while they were being driven to the school by a taxi.

"So they killed that super heavy, super powerful tank, the Mouse-"

"Maus. It's German."

"Right, Maus. They took it out by using the Hetzer to prop it up, the Type 89 blocking the turret, and their Panzer IV shooting it down on to the deck of the rear?"

"That's right. Very unorthodox and very effective. I'm still a bit upset about having to go away from my Comet, but I think I feel a bit better about meeting them. This could turn out great, except for one thing."

"Oh?"

"What about when we tell them that we're an all guy's school?"

"Think positive, John. Don't send out negative thoughts, or it'll happen."

He sighed. "I swear sometimes you act like the granddaughter of Oddball."

Rachael just laughed. To be honest, she was as nervous as Roscoe was, even though both of them didn't show it. They had to get this right. If they didn't get Ōarai to come, or if there wasn't big enough attention, they could have their team cut in half, or even have the school disbanded. To top it off, she didn't know if any of them spoke English, and her Japanese was sub-par at best. "So what can you tell me about Ōarai?" She asked the driver in Japanese.

"Aside from that they won the championship?" He replied back with a cocky smile.

"We know that. That's why we're here."

"Well, way I heard it, the school was close to being shut down due to financiar probrems, so they started up the Sensha-dō team and managed to win the nationars."

The two in the back looked at one another. This could actually turn out great for them if Ōarai sympathized with them. Now they just had to hope that the thought of going to an all-boys school wouldn't turn them off. The driver stopped the taxi just by the front of the school, dropping the pair off and driving away. Standing there to meet them was a black haired girl with half a pair of glasses on wearing a school-girl's uniform. "Are you Recharu and Rosuko?" She asked in Engrish.

Rachael nodded. "Glad to know I won't need to speak my horrible Japanese. Where are we to meet the Sensha-dō team?"

"Follow me. They're by the garage."

As the two followed, John quickly thought how much of a sight it was to see this schoolgirl leading what appeared to be a business woman, what with Rachael wearing a black suit and heels, and a cowboy, with him in his usual white cowboy hat and drab olive ANZAC uniform. "What's your name?"

"Momo Kawashima. I am the PR Manager for the Student Councir."

It didn't take them that long to reach the garages where they found the teams all standing by/sitting on their tanks. Momo walked over quickly to the Hetzer alongside the rest of the Student Council, and Roscoe let Rachael step forward to do her bit.

"Hello, I sure hope you all can speak and or understand English. You do not want to hear my attempts at Japanese." She giggled slightly. Almost everyone looked confused. "What did she say?" Saori asked to no one in particular.

"She said you don't want to hear her speak Japanese." Yukari replied. Erwin nodded over at Anglerfish's loader. "Perhaps you should translate for us."

She nodded. "I will do my best!"

Rachael waited patiently before Yukari nodded at her. "Preese, go ahead." The Australian smiled.

"Well, my name is Rachael, and this here is Roscoe. We are the two ambassadors from our school, the New South Wales School of Tankery. With regards to our school, we are, as Ryan said in the email he sent your student council, the first school in the world that only offers tankery. Students may study what they like in the meantime, but we are first and foremost, a tankery school. However, Ryan did not mention one other thing we are the first in the world for."

Roscoe then stepped forward for his turn to speak. "Rachael here is the only gal in our school, she being Ryan's sister. Our school is the first ever all-boys school that does tankery."

There were mixed reactions across everyone's faces as he continued.

"Sure there are co-ed schools, but we are the first to only allow guys. This means that accepting students into our school is a hard process, one that may eventually be our downfall. You see, we have a reasonably large group of 4th year students that will be graduating in the next year, and we will not have enough members to keep our Sensha-dō team alive. We are exclusively funded by the government of Australia, but if we do not have enough students to fill all the spots, well, no more funding, no more school."

He took his hat off and ran a hand through his light ginger hair. "We desperately need some attention, so we thought what better way to do so than to invite the Japanese National Sensha-dō Champions to face Australia's Finest? Well, we thought that after watching a recording of your final matchup."

Jonathan was quiet, letting the crews talk amongst themselves. He exclusively looked at Miho, who after a few minutes closed her eyes and spoke up.

"I think we should accept."

The other teams looked at their leader.

"They are in a similar situation as we were. I think we should try to help them out."

The rest of Miho's crew smiled and voiced their agreement, and soon everyone else did as well, with Yukari translating for the two guests. Roscoe let out a big sigh of relief. "Alright. Sydney has a big enough dock for your ship. At Ryan's request, your tanks will be stationed in our garages and y'all can stay on the school in the guest houses."

He turned and looked to Rachael and let out a gentle smile. This was going to actually work. They would actually save their school, and maybe even get some new friends and a new school to compete against. Now they just had to survive having an all-girl Sensha-dō team staying at an all-guy Sensha-dō school. Easier said than done.