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Chapter Start

"NO" Miho dead panned as Yukari opened her mouth.

"But I didn't even say anything yet?" Yukari asked in a confused voice. The four new tankery crew girls were all sitting around Saori's living room with the laptop hooked up to the girl's large screen television so that they could all see what was happening without trying to squeeze around the little laptop screen.

Almost as soon as they'd booted up the program Yukari had started suggesting stuff for the tank; some of which Miho had liked but there were something's that Yukari wanted that Miho was adamantly against.

"Because I already know what you're going to say; and the answer is still no" Miho continued in the dead plan voice. At the other end of couch Hana and Saori watched the two in amusement. Both had happily admitted that they didn't know a thing about tanks so they were going to leave the design work to the two that did. Which Miho saw as a blessing since that meant two less people she had to deal with.

"But the Torsion Bar Suspension is the best made for tanks, why wouldn't we use it?" Yukari asked with a whine. Miho let out a sigh before turning to give her fan girl a light glare.

"Yukari, while I agree with you that the Torsion Bar Suspension is very good it is also a pain to fix when it breaks. If we were building this tank to just cruising in the woods then I might use a T.B. but we're building a combat tank which is going to need to take hits and be easy to fix; and the Torsion Bar Suspension is a pain to fix when it breaks unlike some of the others. Trust me on this Yukari, if we get hit in the tracks and have to fix the suspension you'll be much happier only loosening bolts instead of having to lug around specialize equipment" Yukari seemed to get that her idol wasn't budging on this and finally relented. Miho gave off a quiet sigh of relief that that battle was done. She also couldn't help but wonder how the other teams were doing….on second thought she didn't want to know, it might drive her to drinking.

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Time skip: four hours later.

Yukari was staring open mouthed at the screen that showed the tank that they'd just finished designing and was unable to say a word. Miho took this as a good sign that the tank nut didn't have anything bad to say even though she'd been shot down more often then not. Saori and Hana were just looking over the tank and hoping that it would do well.

Their tank's hull was six feet wide without the tracks; with tracks and side skirts it was nine foot two inches wide and four and a half feet tall at the turret ring. Each of the track section was eighteen inches wide by ten inches long and had a large rubber pad on the bottom. These pads each had a pair of inch wide by inch tall ridges in them, one running back-to-front while the other ran end-to-end to form a cross that Miho hoped would help her tracks grip better.

The front had a forty five degree angle plate that led from the tank's belly armor forward about a two feet before turning forty five degrees into a vertical plate which led to a forty five degree sloped plate of armor that ran back three and a half feet before going vertical to meet up with the top of the hall. The left hand side had a two foot wide by six inch tall by one and a half foot long bulge that looked like half a hexagram raised from were the front slope met the vertical plate. Each of the sides of this raised area had a large view port to give whoever the driver was going to be the best possible field of view. The right side had a similar casement but it also a port for a M1919 Browning machine gun. Between the two casements was a single large hatch built into the front slope as well as a smaller emergency hatch in the top of each casement.

The tank's turret sat immediately behind the front slope and had a five foot race ring. The turret was six feet squire with clipped corners and a four foot wide by three foot long by three foot tall extension off the back making the turret a total of nine feet long and three and a half feet tall; the front quarter of the turret sloped down from three and a half feet to just three feet. The gun mantle was three feet wide by two feet tall and three inches thick with the main gun mounted on the left side of the turret center line.

To the right was mounted what Miho hoped would be a secret weapon, an M2 browning heavy machine gun.

The gunner sat to the left of the main gun with the commander above and behind them. The commander's station had its own radio, a set of override controls for the turret and an ammo box for the commander's machine gun. Instead of a simple hatch the commander had a raised cupola with eight vision blocks built into it and tall enough for Miho to get her whole head into without scraping the hatch. And speaking of the hatch it was an inch thick and mounted on the free spinning top of the cupola along with a post type mount for another M2 machine gun. Miho figured that the two heavy machine guns would be enough to handle most light tanks and tanklettes that some teams used, and maybe even de-track heavier tanks.

The loader's station was on the right side of the turret and was basically just a seat. Unlike modern tanks Miho had taken the radios out of the loader's station and moved them into the hull for the assistant driver. In their place was a large fixed hopper with a flexible guide line for the M2's massive 12.7x99mm rounds. There were also a pair of sliding doors that allowed the loader to access the turret extension were all the main gun rounds were stored.

Behind the turret the deck sloped downwards at thirty degree's all the way to the rear of the tank. Here, separate from the forward compartments by an inch thick firewall, were the fuel tanks and finally the engine. Miho had had to make do with one of the diesel engines since she'd won the seventy five millimeter cannon, so she was sure that her tank was under powered for its weight and had left enough room in the engine compartment to fit a bigger engine when one became available.

All told their tank was nine foot two inches wide, eight foot four inches tall without the M2 mounted and twenty two feet long. It had seventy millimeters of frontal armor, forty millimeters of side and rear armor and twenty five millimeters of deck and belly armor on the hull. The turret had seventy six millimeters of mantle armor, sixty millimeters of armor on the front, forty five millimeters on the sides and rear with thirty millimeters of roof armor.

While it the most powerful tank Miho had ever commanded she figure that she herself a winner…at least for a little while.

"So what do you think?" Miho asked Saori and Hana while the two girls looked over the proposed design.

"It looks the part at least" Hana said as Saori gave a nod of dumbly.

"I still say we should have used a torsion bar suspension" Yukari grumbled from beside Miho, who just rolled her eyes at the stubborn girl.

"I've never had any trouble with the leaf spring suspension on my old panzer four and load with the torsion bars on the tiger I had last year, so don't worry so much it will be fine" Yukari didn't look like she believed Miho on that but didn't say anything.

"I wonder what the other teams have come up with?" Saori asked. Miho could only shrug her shoulders.

"We won't know until there basically built so it's not worth fretting about right know. Until our tanks done we're going to use the one complete tank for training" Miho said.

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Time skip-two weeks later.

Miho was once again standing in front of the tank 'shed' as everyone on the team had started calling the large warehouse that housed the team's tanks. In the last two weeks the building had been cleaned up, fixed up and now looked and sounded the way Miho expected a thriving tank depot to look and sound, with roaring engines and people yelling and the clank of tools and tracks. Miho could feel the old excitement building again, the excitement that only tanks had ever brought into her life.

She had been wondering how the student council was planning of building five tanks in less the three weeks. It turned out to be quite simple really. The ship already had the massive machining, forging, tempering and welding machines as part of the on-board maintenance shops. All the student council had bought was a computerized burn table and a rubber extrusion and forming set up for the shed.

They had also dragooned every engineering, fabricating, and metal working student on the ship so that work on the tanks was round the clock. Combine the large work force with several large CAD operated plasma burn tables and some good old elbow grease and you have five tanks in less than two weeks.

As it turned out the student council had only cancelled the clubs that they felt would interfere with the team. If they thought that the club could help build or maintain the tanks it was allowed to continue and then was rounded up to provide manpower for whatever part of the project needed the help.

Momo walking up in front of the assembled students brought a hush to the group.

"Alright everyone we have waited these last two week to learn how to operate tanks, and today we get the tanks that we designed with our own hands. In one week we have an exhibition match with St. Glorious Girls Academy and a week after that the Sensha-do national tournament begins. Train hard add no shell stand before us. FOR THE CONTINUED SERVIVAL OF OUR SCHOOL!" Momo yelled the last part and all the girls joined in the cheer, not catching what she had said or understanding it.

Then the garage's doors opened and the girls sprinted towards their tanks.

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Chapter End.

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