Squire in Zootopia
February 1940
A lone British Cruiser MK IV rolled slowly along the French country side road on a foggy day. The dark grey clouds above lightly rained onto the tiresome crewmen, who barely escape the bloody German's blitz . Their entire division was wiped out, their expeditionary forces pushed back a port called Dunnick or some French town name and leaving them stranded behind enemy lines.
Squire, a young British moustached tank commander sat on top of the tank hatch, trying to read the French map while Fuzzy inside the tank with the loading roof hatch opened as he was brewing some tea and preparing the biscuits and Harris drove the tank with the front hatch open to see clearer in the fog.
"Why couldn't we get a map that has English word?! Not bloody French mumbo jumbo!" Squire tossed the map down the cupola hatch and bring out his binoculars and compass.
"Well, sir. We were always on the move that we barely had time to find an English map. Do you know where we are?" Fuzzy ask while grabbing the tea ration bags.
"Not a clue. But we are the British and we always, always find a way to get back to the matc… I mean battlefield." He paused to look down at his golden compass. "We are current moving south for an hour now and before we were at a town called Mons, so we should be hitting another town any time soon."
"Wait, I think I spotted something ahead sir." Fuzzy notices a dark shadow through his vision port.
"Wait is it, is it another armoured fritz's division?"
"I… ah… Nope, I see buildings and I think a sign?" Trying to make out the words on the sign.
"Well! What does it say?" Squire asked.
"Manu be… uge…. Maubeuge?" Fuzzy struggled to pronounce the name.
"Ah ha. There should be some supplies in that town, and probably an English map. Onwards driver to Man-u-betch!" Squire pointed towards the town.
"Yes sir." Harris said, increasing the engine throttle. The three British musketeers and their tank roared away to the nearby town. "Oh, what could go wrong with going straight to a town that we don't know."
Half an hour later,
the cruiser finally arrive at the town, as it travelled down the main road of the town, Maubeuge. The streets were littered with abandon British equipment, gear and vehicles. As if the soldiers left in a hurry.
"Well, whoever left all these things behind are wasteful. I mean look at all these tents, guns… God, even boots are left behind!" He narrowly observes their surround, before sipping a cup of tea and eating some crumpets.
"it appears that our force has abandon very recent, some of the camp fires are still lit." Harris observed from his loader's hatch.
"Yes, hopefully we won't find any fritz here." Squire looked around the buildings
The crew had just reached the town's square, where the HQ must be. Judging by the large tents and tilly's utility car parked in front of the large tents.
BADABOOM!
A loud bang erupted behind in the rear of their tank and a vigorously stop as the vehicle rock forward, violently thrown Squire off his tank and Fuzzy went crashing down onto the hard steel floor.
"Damn, it an ambush!" Squire yelled, "Fuzzy! Harris Abandon tank! Ready yourselves for fista cuffs combat!" Jumping up and was about to run for cover.
"No sir, we weren't hit by anything!" Harris told Squire as he slid out the cramp hatch and ran behind the rear service hatch. Opening it had the result of a cloud of smoke pouring out of the engine compartment. "The main shaft just broke, a fuel lines rupture and part of the engine melted.
"Bloody hell. Can you fix?!" Squire wiped the mud and dirt off his jacket and trousers.
"Nah, it would take a miracle to fix this." He answered, "Maybe we could find another tank than stay with this cramp death box?"
"As if, it not like the British would leave any valuable tank behind unless it is a Matilda I."
"What about a Matilda II sir?"
"Nonsense, they wouldn't leave those good tanks behind, now would they? Why do you ask?" Squire looked up at Fuzzy with questionable look.
"Because there is a Matilda inside tent just 10 feet away from us." Fuzzy pointed over Squire to the Matilda II partly covered by a tarp inside the Maintenance tent.
"Oh, how convenient?" Harris look at the tank, question their luck.
"Right! Okay, here the plan. Harris you check if you check out that tank and see you can get that beauty running. Fuzzy, find any supplies and tea ration. And find any weapons if we must go on foot, these pistols won't save us from a German division. And I'll go find some English maps to guide us back to our tea… I mean regroup with our British forces. All good chaps?"
"Yes sir." Fuzzy answered as he dives back down the cruiser hatch.
"Aye." Harris answered, scrounging through the tool box.
"Good. Guns out and let this done before morning tea." Pulling out his Webley revolver and head towards large tents in the middle of the town's square.
Meanwhile just outside of town.
A small company from 22nd Panzer Division was just outside of the town, separated from the rest of its division, it needs to resupply on gas to continue. A young German stood out of the hatch of his Panzer 35 on top of the hill while behind hill, his company was resting up. Munching on some chocolate while him and his gunner was looking through their binoculars.
(Just imaging they are speaking German, couldn't be bother with German translation)
"Mein commander, we have just spotted a British tank just entered the town."
"Any sight of any more enemy." He asked,
"Nein, mein commander. Just the one tank commander."
"Alright Franz let's move in slow. We don't want to walk into an ambush. People ready up!" He ordered.
"Yes, mein commander." His company replied as they all readied themselves, rifles and five other panzer, three Panzer I (tankette) and two Panzer II (light tank).
"Panzer vor!" The Commander yelled as the tank roved its engine and the tank slowly accelerated towards the town as it came down the hill. Followed by the rest of his company as the tank tip up, dirt flung off the treads before the tank came crashing down the hill towards the desolate town, followed by the band of panzer grenadiers.
Until Chapter 2. Leave a comment on the idea of War-thunder in Zootopia. Also, I am definitely involving Philydaly's ideal character.