The trio were treated surprisingly well. The Panzers they saw earlier came later, and were relatively unsurprised by the appearance of new tanks. They were, however glad that they had some high ranking Tiers with them. Even the Sherman was helpful, the Panzer IV thought. He had introduced himself as Blu. Of course, he wasn't actually Blue, but who cared. His partner in 'crime' as his fellow teammates like to call it was a Panzer III, named Ozzie.

Blu and Ozzie calmly rolled through the Armoured Pancake's base. The clan wasn't that powerful, only numbering now twenty tanks. Unfortunately, the three Tetrarchs, the two PanzerJagers, and the two M3 Lee tanks refused to fight.

The Pershing, the leader of the Pancakes, Waffles, kept telling them the clan couldn't keep sheltering them. They would have to fight sometime, but the five tanks kept putting it off. Blu couldn't help but feel cautious. The tanks were living happily now, and with three new high level tanks, the clan felt like it's guard was starting to come down.

With these new thoughts in mind, Blu rolls over to Waffles, who turns it's turret to watch Blu.

"Are you feeling well?"The Pershing asked.

"Troubled perhaps?"

"We need to be more careful. Our base is pitiful, we don't have any defenses, no mines or anything, and all our tanks are as lazy as f***. We need to do something. Seven tanks are tier three and below. We aren't coordinated in anyway either. Someone attacks us, they could cause panic and completely wipe out and hunt our scattered forces in mere minutes,"Blu suddenly bursts out.

Waffles looks taken aback by the sudden outburst. "I understand. I'll spend some gold and create minefields around. As for our tanks...Well, I've been trying to get them to participate in clan wars. It's not happening."

"I guess we'll just have to drill it into them…"Blu says.

"What do you mean?"

"Come closer…"

The three Tetrarch tanks were awoken from their deep sleep when a sudden distinctive boom of a gun sounded. Instantly, all three light tanks were awake.

"What in the world?"

"Are we under attack?"

"What's happening?"were the first three responses to the noise. Suddenly, the door to their shed opened, and there was Waffles, Ozzie, and Blu, and with a senior KV-1 tank named Mark.

"You young trainees aren't gonna be in luxurious conditions any longer,"Waffles says.

"But wait! Why now! And we said we didn't want to fight!"One of the Tetrarchs complains.

"Then you have to leave the clan. Our fellow clanmates have already agreed." Behind them were four haggard tanks, two of them PanzerJagers and the others M3 Lee tanks.

Not long afterwards, all seven tanks were circling their territory boundaries over and over again.

"Can we stop?"One of the M3's complains.

"I was going to stop you in ten minutes, but we'll see how an extra hour stops the complaining,"Blu says smugly.

It was when the sun finally rose the trainees were ordered to stop and line up. The exhausted tanks complied without a complaint, worn down, turrets tilting towards the ground.

"Attention!"Waffles yells.

Behind him, were several targets, each farther away from the other. "These targets will earn you breakfast. Get five hundred points and you'll get your fuel."

Worn out by the exercise, the tanks postpone their grumbling and start firing. They failed. The nearest target was fifty points, the farthest five hundred. The tank destroyers went for the farthest, figuring it would take little time, but after nearly ten minutes they stopped.

Everyone else focused on the fifty pointer, which was eventually shot down, and everyone moved to their next target. It took an hour for the last tank to file out of the targeting exercise and into the mess hall, or the refueling station.

"Ugh! Why did we have to do that!"One PanzerJager complains.

"Don't question. We're gonna get in trouble,"An M3 says.

"Hey, you were the one who earned us an extra hour of circling our camp."

"Sorry,"the M3 says sheepishly.

Before they can talk anymore, the seven tanks are called out again for more practice. Watching them are the trio of new tanks, Dent, Keltie, and Ashum.

"I feel bad for them,"Dent comments.

"Hey, you were the one complaining about your new body. You could use some exercise and training too,"Keltie says.

Unfortunately, the senior KV-1, named Cotton, which was a rather silly name for the fearsome tank, overheard. It wasn't long before the Panther was rolling along besides the seven tier three and below tanks.

"Humiliating. I'll get you back for that one,"Dent says panting after two hours of target practice and driving."

"Just try." Keltie smirks. Dent glares at her, and she stops but still has a slightly smug look on her face.

However, when oil spilled all over her hull, it wiped it clean off. Ashum grinned and backed away from the mess of the Tiger tank. "Ashum….."Keltie glowered dangerously. The Sherman took off as fast as it could, accomplishing 30 mph, even though it's limit was 26.

The heavier and slower Tiger tank didn't stand a match for it's speed, but Keltie was already planning her revenge. And it would be sweet.