Author's note: I don't normally do these, but I replaced this chapter because I felt it was very badly made. I burnt out and made it terrible.

Birch Gun entered. He saw all sorts of tanks. His turret turned round to see a gigantic blue tank. It was poking the small blue tracked thing he saw earlier! Birch Gun raced over to approach them.

The behemoth of a tank swung his gun onto the small thing, knocking it over forcefully.

"Ha ha ha!" Its voice was dark and deep. Somewhere in that voice however, Birch Gun could feel some sort of warmth. His theory went away when he heard the hulk shout at the defenceless tank thing. Birch Gun got in a huff, and bravely confronted the thing.

"OI!" Birch Gun fired an AP shot in the air. The shell drilled into the ceiling, hanging above the blue bully. A few tanks turned their turrets to look at Birch Gun. The tank turned its turret round to see Birch Gun. His gun pointed at the artillery.

"Well, hello." The colossus sneered at Birch Gun. "Oh, is this your friend, UE 57?"

"Help! ARL 44 is attacking me!" screeched UE 57. It was the small blue thing flipped on the ground.

Birch Gun felt less clever than he had thirty seconds ago. "L-let U-UE 57 go!"

ARL 44 poked Birch Gun with his long ninety millimetre gun. Birch Gun saw the finesse and the work provided to create that gun. ARL 44 slung his turret round Birch Gun's shield. ARL 44's long gun smacked it back, sending Birch Gun and his tracks rolling back.

"Don't act big when you can't take it." ARL 44 laughed. He turned back to the UE 57.

"Hel-" The squeaky voice of the UE 57 became muffled by ARL 44 slamming his gun into her gun shield.

Birch Gun was confused; why was nobody helping this UE 57? Did he have to do everything?

Birch Gun's tracks spun back behind the ARL 44. He raised his hull and smashed back onto the shiny floor. There was a rumble, and ARL 44 turned his turret back to Birch Gun.

"You again, whelp? What are you anyway, a tank destroyer?" ARL 44 snorted, and his laughs ricocheted throughout the room. He got ready to whack Birch Gun again when he yelped in pain. The AP round that got stuck in the ceiling fell out and zipped onto the top of ARL 44's turret, giving him a nasty sting.

Birch Gun dashed back as the blue heavy tank shook the AP round of off his turret. The shell bounced onto the ground. ARL 44 whirled around to Birch Gun, red with fury. He fired a shot in Birch Gun's direction at such a steep angle as to only bounce off the side of his gun shield.

ARL 44 roared with enmity as Birch Gun drove around him, throwing a shot into his side. The armour-piercing punched straight into ARL 44, making him groan with pain. He couldn't bring his turret round to Birch Gun, and so he stopped.

"Fine! You win, whelp, but next time YOU ARE GOING DOWN!" ARL 44 hastily rushed off to leave UE 57 and Birch Gun. The other tanks were still flowing in. Birch Gun rolled over to UE 57.

"Thanks!" UE 57's sharp and penetrating voice shook Birch Gun's hull.

"N-no problem…" Birch Gun was nervous. His previous experience with that ARL 44 probably meant the others were going to get him.

"What's your name?" UE 57 asked.

"Oh, I-I'm Birch Gun."

"That's cool. Oh, and if you didn't know this already, I'm a girl."

"Uh, o-okay…" Birch Gun could literally feel the awkwardness in the room. "W-well, I have to get to… wherever I have to be."

"Uh… why don't you check with Mr. Leopard? He'll know!"

"O-kaaay…" Birch Gun drove off. He was happy to get out of that situation.

"Wait!" she shouted. "Watch out for a KV-2 and a Hellcat; they are ARL 44's friends!"


Birch Gun admired the finesse of the amber floors. He looked down, and he could see himself on the floor. The reflections depicted him perfectly; he could even see the chipped bit where ARL 44 shot him. He didn't know how it bounced off; it was probably RNG.

He drove down the long and fat corridors. He watched the tanks go by. Some were big, some were small, and some were medium. Some had big guns, some were fast, and some were small. Birch Gun looked at himself: he was small and slow, and his gun was puny. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a sleek green tank with marks all over the tank. He froze for a few seconds, and then drove on.

Birch Gun raced down the halls, watching the windows outside. He loved looking at the velvet green grasses whistling in the winds. Sometimes he'd see a beautiful bird flutter in the sky. All of his happy thoughts ended when he bashed into something. He got knocked back and his wheels winded a metre back. He looked at the tank. It was blue, and it looked nasty.

"Hi…?" Birch Gun began. He had not seen this type of tank before. "S-sorry for ramming into you-"

"WHERE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE, YOUNG TANK?" the voice boomed and the sound waves knocked Birch Gun back. "WHY ARE YOU NEAR MY OFFICE AT THIS TIME?"

Birch Gun did not like getting shouted at. He whimpered softly "U-um," He sniffed. "W-what do you mean?"

The medium-sized tank exploded again. "DO NOT PLAY WITH ME! I'LL SEND YOU TO DETENTION!"

Birch Gun twirled around and prepared to dash. His wheels started to spin and he was off, the beautiful floor being mutilated by his speed.

The tank followed after him. Birch Gun was much slower than this tank, and it soon found him. "DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME, SCOUNDREL! DETENTION, NOW!"


Birch Gun sat on the seat, his gun pointed straight up. He didn't know he would be spending most of his time learning about sitting. He looked at the tank in the front: it was a gigantic white hulk with a long gun poking out from it. It stared at the tank newspaper it had plopped on the table.

Birch Gun looked around; there were bored tanks. They looked like they were asleep; their engines didn't look they were running. He saw a big heavy tank. Its turret was tall, and the gun pointing out was chubby. It looked like Tankenstein, at least to Birch Gun.

He looked around in boredom: when is this going to end?

Eventually.


Birch Gun learnt that the tank who brutally sent him to this room was Leopard 1, the headmaster of Tank Academy. He was mean, strict and dark. He apparently would send anybody to detention for any reason – including strolling about in a random corridor.

Birch Gun knew all of this from UE 57; she had told him all about 'Mr. Leopard'. She had also told him about the school itself. "Just avoid the bullies, and you'll be fine." she said. Birch Gun had met one and seen one. The tall one he identified to be KV-2, a huge mutant tank who was actually an artillery. UE 57 warned him about the fat 152 millimetre gun that resided on his turret. Birch Gun made a note to keep out of his way.

Birch Gun trundled down outside with UE 57. He could feel the awkwardness as every tank seemed to keep out of his way.

"This is the playground! Or rather, the battlefield." UE 57 pointed to the shaggy grass on the field. "Come over here." She beckoned Birch Gun over to the field.

Birch Gun saw a bolt of blue whizz around the athletics track. "W-what is that?" He was dumbfounded.

UE 57 noticed the bolt. "Oh, that's Panzerkampfwagen I Ausf. C. She's one of the fastest tanks here. Maybe even the fastest."

Birch Gun froze for a second, processing the insanely long name. "Pa-panzaa-ah…" He stuttered. "k-campfff-wagon I a-ausf C?"

UE 57 paused. "Or just Panzer I C for short."

"Okay…"

"Hey Panzer I C! Over here!" UE 57's screeching voice made Birch Gun fall over. He couldn't tolerate the decibels being spitted out around UE 57.

Birch Gun got back up and shook his turret. The blue bolt suddenly appeared near UE 57.

UE 57 was the first to speak. "Hi Panzer!" She smiled.

Panzer I C spun on the spot. "Hey! S-sorry, I think I drank too much coffee. Who's your friend here?"

Birch Gun's engine started to shake. His hull was soon wobbling and so was his turret. UE 57 saw this, and decided to take action.

"This is Birch Gun!" UE 57 smiled, and nudged Birch Gun.

"H-hi…" Birch Gun murmured.

"Hi! My name is Panzerkampfwagen I Ausf. C! But you can call me Panzer I C." Panzer I C spun her turret around. "Well, I need to be going now. See ya!" Her wheels spiralled around, and her tracks began to shake. Panzer I C raced off back to the athletics track.

Birch Gun was frozen. He did not expect to be accepted as part of modern tanksociety.

Wow.