Disclaimer: Girls und Panzer and its character belongs to Actas, the only thing i own is the OC's so pls don't sue me, im broke af...
Prologue – Lucy
Northern Territory, Australia
15:45:32
14th July 2004
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Heavy rain poured over the land, followed by the sudden flashes and thundering roar of a monsoon storm. Down on earth, a lone machine patrolled her territory, the large gun and boxy hull of a Tiger 1 was ever rarely mistaken even from a mile. As she went over a hill, she stopped. What lies upon her is a graveyard, a graveyard of her own kin
Mixtures of Allied tanks such as Sherman and Churchill's overlapped with Axis tanks like Panthers, Panzer IV's, Type 3's and even a Tiger II. All sprouts a white flag, their cannon's hung low and the suffocating eerie vibe fill the air, but the German big cat continues her slow march, for her, there was a more pressing matter.
She is on a hunt, one last kill to book herself a name in history. Even though the black sky and heavy rain made any sort of vision blocked, there was an uneasy feeling from the Tiger's commander, who peered over the small opening in the turret's cupola. Somewhere, somehow… she was being watched.
She's not wrong.
Behind the dead Churchill, a muzzle brake sticks out, poised for the kill. A 76mm High Velocity Cannon belonging to a M4A3E8 'Easy Eight' Sherman Tank, aimed at the Tiger's turret. Ready to send in their own message of death.
Inside, the agitated men waited silently for the Commander's decision. However, his right hand waved off a clutched fist, a universal sign for 'hold your fire'.
"Now?" Asks David Baker. Their gunner. His foot tapped on the floor, his eye stares down the periscope and his fingers were itching to pull a trigger.
"Hold it Dave, hold…" he muttered. Never once broke the clenched fist posture, something that displeases the agitated gunner
"Goddammit Steven, make a move!" David growled
"Halt…"
"Steve! She's getting closer!"
"Halt…"
"Steve!"
Tank Commander Steven "Mac" Mackenzie never replied to Baker's plead. The Tiger has stopped, swinging her Massive 88mm cannon side to side. Mac takes a large gulp, knowing that the tiger was ready to catch their smaller more vulnerable tank. And yet he halt any movement, steady like a rock, he knew the rain makes a poor sight, and he knew the dark sky would concealed their tanks drab green paintjob, he was waiting for something...
Until a flash glittered the sky.
A Lightning.
"Fire!" Steven screamed.
David, more than happily obliged, hit hard on the firing pedal. The shot rang out the same time as the blood-curdling Thunder, masking the shot. The Tigers side lit up in sparks as the Round wheezed through the air, ramming the High velocity lead ball with the Tiger's turret armor.
"Hit!" David said. "She's good as dead"
However, that shot didn't kill her. Instead, she flings her gun towards them once rain killed all the smoke.
"… Or not"
"Move! Move!" Steven ordered.
The Sherman's engine roared, and moved out of their little hiding spot just as the Tiger's round grazed the Churchill's top and bounced upward. They tried circling around the Tiger, but her cannon already set their gaze upon their Tank.
"Stop!"
The Tiger took a shot, just as the Sherman's stopped, her bullet dug in only inches in front of the Sherman's upper glacis plate, denying her a kill.
"Holy Shit that was Close!" Steven said, quickly regaining composure upon the realization "Quick, before she's loaded!"
"Ugh, coming" their driver replied
The Sherman retried again, circling the German big cat, but to no avail. The mud and sand had turned the battlefield to a pit of quicksand, with both tanks now struggling to move. As the Tigers starts backing away, her cannon rotates, facing their Sherman. At any moment, her muzzle can spit out a lump of hot lead right into their armor…
"Loaded!"
"Onward!"
The Sherman took the shot, and missed by a margin. Hitting the ground, the round made mud splattered upwards like water fountain
"Fuck, we missed!" Steven hissed "David!"
"You know how hard it is to aim while moving!?" David complained
"Cut it you two" the driver, scolds the two men
Just then, the Tank rocked, the Tiger's 88cm had slam hard against the back of their turret.
"Argh... Guhh... Fuck!" Steven cursed, the high velocity round's wheezing through their metal box created an ear-deafening sound for the commander. "Dolly, Move!"
While the American medium drags herself through mud, the Tiger stopped… she moved forward, her gun still trained upon their opponent, the driver took this opportunity and circled around the German heavies as hard as she could, kicking up softening mud and water all over the ground.
"Gun Loaded"
"Dave! Don't shoot" Steven ordered, still with a hand covering the damaged ear "Wait for my command"
"Steven, I'm not risking getting shot first!"
"Just listen to me, Goddammit!"
It take a few seconds for David to sink the thought "Alright… you're the Boss"
"Dolly, don't stop!"
"Roger!" the driver nodded in approval.
The Sherman's sides now faced the Tiger's back, both Turret faced each other's in a deadlock. The German big cat keep distancing herself from the Sherman, and the American kept her crosshair upon that German's Achilles heel.
Either panic or nervous, the Tiger quickly dispatched their round, but it missed by a hair and kicks up the mud right in front of the American medium…
"She missed… Now's our chance!" Steven ordered
"Fire!"
David slams the pedal, rounds wheezing the air and right into the Tiger's engine, kicking up smoke and fire into the dark sky.
The smoke cleared, the crew grew more nervous. A white silhouette showed itself, the crew grew more and more relaxed when the white apparition took a shape of a box. A flag hung proudly on the Tiger's roof, sealing her defeat.
ALL JAPANESE TEAM TANKS HAS BEEN DESTROYED! THE AMERICAN WON THIS YEARS WORLD TOURNAMENT!
"…We won"
"W-What?"
The realization left the crew silent, their heart still races and their mind went numb by the amount of information channeled through their brain. Then it was all broken, when a chuckle emits from the lot.
It was Steven, holding his bloodied ear in one palm, his lips curled into a grin, and out of his mouth, an eerie yet satisfying chuckle. David soon joined, the gunner pressed his back against the confining wall, his laugh is more cheerful, more… expressive to say the least.
"W-We won!" the former mumbled, almost whispering
"You fucking did it, you beautiful bastard! you did it" David whispered again, but was caught up by Steven even with a bloody ear
"Heheh, easy there buddy, she doesn't like it when you swear"
Soon, laughter breaks, everyone inside had their faces contorted to a relieved and joyous smile, hollers and various tone of 'Yes!' echoed inside the iron coffin.
While everyone else's celebrates, Steven pressed his fore head upon his tank, and whispered "…Thanks, Lucy"
"Thanks Lucy" David followed soon after, his hand rubbed around the Sherman's cold gun breech.
"Thanks a lot, old girl" their loader said
"Good job, Lucy" the Radio operator chirped in
"You did good, lassie" Dolly followed shortly
Laughter breaks again, as they cheered their commander's name, the tank itself lumbered slowly through the mud, her dark green paintjob stained with wounds, scratches and mud, but still stand strong and elegant, as her name, 'Lucy' suggest.
That name was printed on the Tank's barrel in red, a large eye and a devilish grin is painted upon both side of its turret. Lucy was a silent eyewitness to a chain reaction that sets the world of Tankery to a blaze. The event of 2004 World championship took the sports world by a storm, as Steven's team were the first Co-ed national team ever assembled, let alone won the championship
For years, through propaganda and old beliefs, Tankery had been an exclusively a feminine sport. The victory of 2004 would leave many to refuse, but many more to embrace this change with open arms, and for years to come, Tankery would be even more competitive, even more challenging. A golden age, some might say
All thanks to a magnificent team, in a magnificent tank.
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Hello and Welcome, to this little project of mine...
I had this idea sitting in my mind for a while now, and i just able to put it in words, this is my third story and every feedback, help, views, likes, and fave's will really help me. Expect the first chapter to be out in (... Hopefully) a few days, and for one i would really like help from anyone with an understanding of Japanese culture so PM me if you're interested.
And yeah, tanks (pun intended) to anyone even bother to read this thing, i appreciate any reviews, likes and follows this one gets cause if this is a success, than i would more than likely to expand on this little canon universe of mine
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Panzer Vor!