Hey peeps, mmtunligit here with chapter three of COtT! I'm writing part of this in school, because I finished all my homework! I'm getting more good reviews, and I'm happy and inspired. Sorry for the long wait, I procrastinate a lot. So, here's another chapter!
Replies to reviews:
ScarfaceOne:
Thanks! I named the tanks after their model, rose for the Valentine, Flash for the PZ 2J as it is the fastest tank in the game, and striker for the artillery piece.
TheGreatHetzer:
Yes, it does seem like everybody likes that name. Thanks!
Without further ado, here's chapter number three!
Chapter 3: I wanna repair shop!
[province]
Flash was down after his little accident, he couldn't go as fast as he wanted to, and when he tried to, it hurt. Rose tried to comfort him, but even with her TLC, he stayed depressed.
"I wanted to be a Spähpanzer when I grew up, but now I'll never reach my goal!"
"Yes you will, you can still race around, just not quite as fast."
"I WANNA REPAIR Shop…"
Rose looked over at Striker, and he nodded, knowingly.
"Where's the nearest repair shop?" asked Striker.
"Northwest I think…"
"good, I can only cover half that, but i'm fairly mobile."
And so it was settled.
They had been going for a while now, and they had brought everything with them, incase a team took over province while they were gone. Striker and Rose could now keep up reasonably well, now that Flash had a damaged engine. It had been just about 5 hours before anything notable happened. They were passing by some rocks on the side of the dirt path, when a platoon of some unidentified tanks raced by, surpassing speeds faster than even Flash thought possible. They were shortly followed by another platoon, this one a little bit farther down the road. This was followed by an air raid siren, such as the one when a base is being captured. They decided to check it out.
They followed the tracks from the two platoons, to a cap circle, where one of the tanks was saying to another.
"Alright you win this round!"
"And also every other race we've played!"
It was about then when the arguing tanks noticed the trackers, and came up to them.
"Who are- no, what are you?" asked Striker
"We're M24 Chaffee, SPORT that is," replied one of the tanks.
"Never heard of you before," Noted rose.
"Oh, we're the only ones, we are just prototypes, and there might be more of us later.
"How fast can you go?" asked Flash.
"90mph, traverse 60 degrees a second."
"Thats faster than I am, I'm no longer the fastest tank! WHHHAAAAAAAA!" Bawled Flash.
"Don't worry little guy, we're only for races, no combat for us."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, OK then."
The SPORT tanks then proceeded to give the trackers lodgings for the night, no need for a return of credits, they were already fully upgraded. The Trackers went to their temporary stalls, and turned off their engines for the night. When the woke up in the morning, they were treated to some fuel, and then got to watch on of the races. It was an odd map, obviously set up for just this purpose. After the race, they thanked the racers thoroughly, and continued their journey to Northwest, the rest of which went without incident.
Thanks for reading, please review, and the next chapter will probably not take this long.
