Hey peeps, mmtunligit here with my new story, The Trackers. At the start of each chapter, I'll reply to any reviews. I might accept OC's, and if I do, I'll tell you when.
Without further ado, here's chapter number one.
Chapter 1 the meetup.
[Province]
Striker came to province from the east, on top of the cliffs, where he could view the whole map. His team had abandoned him, calling him "useless" and "Incompetent". In reality, he was good, but his bad luck was always screwing him over.
From his vantage point on the hill, he noticed a Valentine AT pop out from the buildings, looking very confused. Being the derpy artillery that he was, he went right off the cliff, and when he landed, both his his tracks flew right off. Once he got them fixed, he drove on down to the Valentine AT. The british tank destroyer turned right around, and glared at striker menacingly.
"Are you an enemy?" She snapped, obviously frightened.
"No"" replied striker.
"How do I know you don't bring a team?"
"Because what kind of team would send their arty in first?"
"Good point, the name's rose."
"Striker"
"Nice to meet you"
"you too"
Suddenly, a PZ 1C charged down from the west road, looking very excited. When he noticed them, he started talking rapid fire
"Hi!MynameisFlash,Iusedtobeinaplatoon,butweranintosomeKV-1'sandIwastheonlyone
?"
"Sure, I'm Striker."
"Rose"
"What should we call ourselves?" asked Flash.
"How bout' the trackers?" suggested Rose.
"Sure" replied Striker.
And so it was settled
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