T-34 had only been in Leopard 1's office a few times, but only now did he realise how bland it was! Even a room with nothing but white couldn't be as boring as the office that he was in. T-34 didn't think time was even progressing, but that might have been the clock not working. It couldn't have been any more depressing. He tried to move his turret again, to see one of his friends instead of the wall, but to no avail. He huffed at the pain that flooded him.

M5A1 Stuart turned her turret towards him, worried. "Are you okay?" She whispered, almost unable to be detected by T-34. He traversed his hull slightly, so he could see her. "Yes, I think. I tried to move my turret again, but it hurt a lot." He mumbled almost silently. M4 Sherman wheeled her turret to face the two tanks. "Y'all okay?" She asked quietly. "It seems that we're gonna be in here awhile..."

Fiercely, Leopard 1's voice boomed. "YOUNG TANKS! STOP TALKING! MORE DETENTION FOR ALL OF YOU!" M5A1 Stuart grumbled loudly, something about "Beyond idiotic teachers" or something. "Stupid little things..." Leopard 1 growled, before turning a page on his book. T-34 couldn't understand the title, as it was in German. It read "Schnell! Zurück!" and it seemed to be a military book or something, from what he could gather from the corner of his restricted vision.

The room became almost completely silent, save for the rumbling of the tanks engines and the occasional flicking of paper. There was occasionally the sound of turret drives swivelling their turrets around, as well as the rare bored rev of a tank's engine. The air was somewhat hot and humid, which went well with the tinge of beige the walls gave off. The flooring was marble, like the corridors, it held scratches and oily smudges from tanks that passed through earlier.

The peace was disturbed by a KV-2 barging in through the maroon door, he was fuming and without a gun for some reason or other. He angrily sat himself next to T-34's right, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the medium tank. A Tortoise appeared in the doorway. "Lad, don't forget about your gun." He called to the KV-2, who just grunted, causing the Tortoise to come over to the heavy.

Leopard 1 cut off Tortoise before he got to KV-2, "I've got it from here. Go back to your students." He ordered sternly. KV-2 gave a loud "Whuh?!" of surprise when Leopard 1 chucked him his gun and it bounced off his armour, producing a loud clunk. KV-2 regained his senses, picked up his gun and affixed it to his gun mantlet... somehow...

T-34 was confused beyond belief, how did this KV-2 manage to get his gun torn off? "So... what happened to you?" T-34 asked KV-2 quietly. The heavy turned his turret to the medium, and groaned. "A puny little thing, about your size, decided to insult my weight... So I shot him and nearly killed 'em. I had nearly reloaded my gun and finished that cyka when Crumpets decided to rip my gun off." KV-2 angrily spoke. T-34 tried his best to not giggle like a schoolgirl at KV-2's name for Tortoise.

Once he had gained control of himself, T-34 asked another question. "So, how did Tortoise take your gun off?" KV-2 growled, his aggression being targeted at T-34 now. This earned looks from M5A1 Stuart and M4 Sherman, both of which quickly lost interest in the heavy tank quickly. "You... you are not worthy of asking so many questions of me." KV-2 started, "Idiotic кретин."

"You what? What's wrong with you?" T-34 grumbled towards the heavy tank in great confusion.

"Again with the questions... can't you take a hint?" KV-2 prodded T-34 with his gun, "Shut. Up."

"Shut up yourself." T-34 retorted.

"You think you can order me? You are weak and puny." KV-2 verbally attacked T-34 with venom.

T-34 was about to retaliate when Leopard 1 got up from his desk, drove towards the door and said, "I must attend to some... business... so I must go for awhile. Don't move." He then opened the door and left. The air almost buzzed with excitement as the four tanks left in the room got ready to leave. They waited for a few minutes to make sure that Leopard 1 was gone for sure. Satisfied with the headmaster's absence, the four tanks drove one by one out of the room. T-34 and his friends parted ways, T-34 travelled on his own. He felt tense, feeling as if he was being watched by something malicious...

"OI! STOP!" T-34s suspicions were confirmed when KV-2 yelled to him. The ride never ends... T-34 thought to himself as he spun his hull toward the heavy tank, who was approaching. "I still have some scrap to pick with you." KV-2 muttered menacingly.

"Oh? Do you?" T-34 retorted angrily, his patience wearing thin. "You'll have some scrap to pick when I'm done with you."

"Do you think you can turn me to scrapwith that puny little gun? Ha! You, friend, are not only weak but stupid!" KV-2 laughed heartily.

"You are the weak and stupid one here, cyka!" T-34 yelled, almost instinctively.

"You're so stupid, I bet you'd have trouble circling me you fo-"

"EVEN HEAVY TANKS CAN CIRCLE YOU, FAT PIG!"

KV-2 stood still. He twitched as if he had seen a team of tomatoes lemming train down the middle of the map. The silence in the hall weighed down on T-34, pressuring him and making him worry. T-34 had struck a nerve. KV-2's gun raised slowly. T-34 knew what would happen next.

A resounding explosion filled the nearby halls as a 152 millimetre HE shell brought down the concrete and marble ceiling behind T-34, blocking his only route of escape that doesn't involve trying to ram past a heavy tank. T-34 noted KV-2's advance on him, slow and fear-imposing. T-34 was struck by terror as the heavy tank reloaded his cannon.

"Any last words, puny medium tank?" KV-2 asked the now trembling T-34 as his gun reloaded. Luckily for the medium, KV-2 seemed to want to play with his prey before killing him. T-34 called out in an attempt to get M4 Sherman or M5A1's assistance. "I need help! Help!" KV-2 paused and listened to the echo that reverberated throughout the hallways. He laughed heartily, amused by the fact that T-34 had not given up on life just yet. Tactically, T-34 stood little chance against that monster, even if his turret was working properly, he'd be more or less dead. T-34 cursed to himself, why did he go on his own?

"No-one can help you now, foolish fool." Assured KV-2 menacingly. T-34's engine shook his hull as he tried to think; maybe charging past before KV-2 could react might work. There was just enough space to pass through, so it could be possible... No, it wouldn't be, but he'd have to try! T-34 put his quivering engine to use as he thrust himself toward the right side of the hallway only to get blocked by KV-2's hull. Damn it!

"How nice of you to make this easier for me..." KV-2 murmured as his gun lowered towards T-34's turret side, having a near flat slice of armour to shoot at. A few uneasy seconds passed as the 152mm gun aimed in. T-34's optics closed, thinking they would never open again. KV-2 whispered bitterly, "Goodbye, T-34."

A familiar voice for both tanks sounded just before the gigantic boom shook the hallways again. KV-2's aim was skewed in surprise at the voice, so the shell grazed against T-34's turret. Unluckily for T-34, the shell still exploded; causing him the most amount of pain he'd ever felt and wrecking his sight. He howled in pain, attracting the voice's attention.

T-34 could barely see the green tank that was approaching the heavy tank thanks to his nearly destroyed optics."KV-2? What are you doing?!" She yelled furiously. KV-2 turned towards her, feeling rather content.

"I was clearing up a mess." He started driving away. The green tank was revealed to T-34 a little better when he heard her cry out. "T-34?!" KV-2 stopped in place, wondering what was going to happen next. He heard a growl, almost animal-like in nature. "Oi! KV-2! Get back here!" KV-2 complied and drove himself towards the green tank.

"Da, M5? What is it?" Asked KV-2, ignorant to M5A1's anger.

"YOU NEARLY KILLED MY FRIEND YOU IDIOT!" M5A1 Stuart screamed at KV-2, who didn't seem to care.

"Heh, well... Your 'friend' was lucky you called to me, otherwise he'd likely be dead." KV-2 said before driving off and driving round a corner, out of sight.

T-34 was crying like a little tier 1 now, the pain driving him crazy. "I-I think my side's g-gone!" He wailed. M5A1 Stuart drove up to him. She noted that he wasn't far off in terms of damage; T-34's turret armour had been ripped apart to the point of being able to see inside his battle compartment.

"It's nothing, don't worry." M5A1 Stuart lied, "You've been hit worse..." Her attempt at comfort completely failed as T-34 yelled as loud as he could,

"IT'S CLEARLY SOMETHING OR ELSE IT WOULDN'T HURT SO MUCH!" M5A1 groaned.

"Okay, let's just take you the nurse."

It took a lot of pushing and pulling, but M5A1 Stuart got T-34 to the School Nurse. She didn't need to knock on the door as a KV-1 with a silly hat popped out, ready to deal with the sound of anguish that approached him. "'Eya guvs. What's going on here then?" He asked, barely able to be heard over T-34's whining. M5A1 Stuart said with newfound patience, "My friend has been badly wounded and he is in loads of pain.He needs help."

"Alright then, I'll bring 'im in." KV-1 said before taking T-34 to the dark depths of the Nurse's room. M5A1 was left alone.

T-34 was simply unable to make a coherent thought without it being turned into mush by the agony that filled his senses. He was barely able to see and his hearing was completely gone in one side. He could barely hear his own engine or KV-1's engine. T-34 then realized that he was being dragged, despite the fact his tracks and engine were working fine; so he tried driving himself. This idea ended in disaster as his unfocused attempts at acceleration managed to get him slammed into the KV-1.

"Look T-34, I've got you. Just try and think about something else until we can do something about the pain." KV-1 said, somewhat impatiently. T-34 tried to comply the best he could. The nurse tank turned on a light switch, revealing a grey KV-1. He tried to smash T-34 with a wrench but he missed, swishing at the air. KV-1 groaned and took the wrench away from the grey KV-1.

"Sorry... Old habits." The grey KV-1 apologized.

"It's okay, just try not to do it again..." Said KV-1 calmly. "Can you look over this T-34 please?"

"Ja, will do." The grey KV-1 grabbed what seemed to be a magnifying glass and looked over T-34. "Seems to have a penetration from a forty-seven millimetre APCR in the turret ring... not to mention the giant hole in the left side of the turret." He looked towards KV-1, who was gathering a bunch of medical supplies. "He has lost about seventy percent of his health!"

KV-1 looked over to the grey KV-1. "Ok, knock him out." He ordered.

"I don't have any anaesthetic!" The grey KV-1 informed.

"Ayy? Knock him out with one of your wrenches then!" KV-1 raised his voice slightly. The grey KV-1 did as instructed, taking a wrench from his toolbox. "I'm sorry if this hurts..." He murmured before slamming T-34 with his wrench, knocking him out cold.

T-34 was awoken by being splashed by a small bucket of water. "Wake up!" shouted KV-1 as he dumped another bucket of water over T-34's turret. T-34 yelped as the ice-cold liquid almost paralysed him. "What's going on?!" T-34 babbled.

"We've fixed your turret." The grey KV-1 answered. Well, that explained the medium's lack of pain flooding his senses. "As you may have heard before you were knocked out, your turret was not in a good state... We had to replace it."

"Replace it?!" T-34 exclaimed. "I thought you said that you didn't have any new turrets."

"Well, you're a fairly regular visitor here so I bought a new turret with my experience and credits to save you the cost." KV-1 said. "Also..."

"Also what?" T-34 asked impatiently.

"I fitted some extra bits..." Said KV-1, showing T-34 a mirrored version of him. T-34 had spaced armour fitted to his new turret, which was a more advanced model anyway, which meant a better gun in T-34's case. More bits of spaced armour covered his tracks partially. Overall, he seemed to have much improved armour. "W-wow..." Murmured T-34. KV-1 chuckled.

"I got this from from a competition a long time ago." He explained "I was really into this game called 'Thunder of War' and they gave a challenge to everybody playing it. I was one of the first to complete the challenge because I was super good, but I got screwed over and got given a T-34E upgrade instead of the KV-1E upgrade."

"So, I am T-34E now?" T-34E asked.

"Yep." confirmed KV-1. "You can leave now... the last lesson's about to start."

"Right, goodbye then." T-34E made his way back into the halls of Tank Academy.

T-34E remembered that the last lesson was Engineering, which was rather close to the Nurses' office. He made his way there quickly and bashed through the door to find... Oh no it's Hopkins again... The lesson had already started and Hopkins had probably failed at doing something at least once. T-34E moved over to a free desk, which contained an engine, some spare parts and some tools to use. He hesitated, something always rubbed him the wrong way with tank's insides... seeing other tanks dead had always hurt something deep inside of him, disturbing him until it became crippling.

Carefully, T-34E started his work. He glanced at a guide which had step-by-step instructions for putting engine parts together and taking them apart. He paid no attention to it and started fitting parts to the engine. T-34E's attention was taken by the loud sound of an engine starting. Looking in Hopkins' direction he saw that Hopkins had actually gotten the demonstration engine running. Wow, he actually did it... maybe he's not as dumb as I think... T-34E thought, amused. His thoughts about Hopkins returned to square one when the demonstration engine blew up in a puff of smoke. T-34E returned to what he was doing...

After a little more tweaking, T-34E fed some fuel to the engine that sat on the desk. He hit the starter and the engine rumbled to life. Giving the engine a few moments for any problems to show up, T-34E looked around to see a KV-1S timidly approaching him. "Hello?" T-34E voiced toward the heavy tank. The KV-1S stopped and visibly winced.

"H-hi..." The KV-1S whispered as she started to slowly crawl back to where she came from.

"Hey, wait..." T-34E said, "Do you want help?"

"Yes, I-I did..." KV-1S answered quietly. "Are you going to?"

"Certainly." T-34E turned his hull to KV-1S, who was going back to her desk.

KV-1S had made good progress, but was having problems due to using a wrong part earlier than she should have. After fixing the problem together and a quick check, the engine rumbled to life. "Thank you very much." KV-1S said with a tone of happiness in her somewhat muted voice.

"No problem." T-34E turned away and started to head back to his desk. He stopped when the KV-1S called to him, as if she wanted to ask something. T-34E turned around and went back to the heavy tank to see what she wanted. "Err... are you... new here?" KV-1S inquired.

"Well, I've been here for about two years now." Answered T-34E. "How about you?"

"I-I've been here for the entirety of my life..." mumbled the heavy tank. This made T-34E curious.

"How many battles have you had?" KV-1S' gun barrel sank as far as her gun depression could allow.

"None..."

T-34E tried not to gasp in disbelief. Instead, he stood silent and thought. There is no way this tank could not be lying! Well, KV-1S had been really sincere so far... "What's it like?" asked KV-1S, interested. "I mean the battling, what is it like?"

"Well, everyone's opinions are different. But I think that battling is one of the truest tests of skill and tactics there is, especially when you platoon with your friends." T-34E reminisced about his favourite pastime fondly. "That reminds me, I should go and battle again sometime."

"That sounds fun." KV-1S murmured.

"Maybe I could take you to watch me battle or something like that... Well, if you want to, of course." T-34E offered.

"Yes, I want to." KV-1S confirmed. "But when should we go about this?"

"Maybe you could meet me just outside the school gates tomorrow." T-34E suggested.

"All right, then is fine." KV-1S asked, somewhat excited. T-34E nodded.

"It is settled, I will meet you there and then." He said.

T-70 was bored.

Almost nothing had happened all day. The vast, usually heavily populated halls were unusually barren, housing nothing but echoes of loud gunshots. An air of depression hung around T-70, clouding his normally happy personality. He desperately wanted some social interaction that didn't involve teachers getting mad at him. There wasn't even many tanks he knew in class.

Speaking of class, it was science. Tortoise was blabbering on about something called "Special Relativity" or something like that. T-70 felt that his physics knowledge was good for what he wanted to do, so he didn't pay much attention. "T-70, what is the answer?" T-70 caught only a small bit of Tortoise's question, so he responded with something basic.

"Matter?"

"Correct, good to see that you're paying attention." Tortoise said, before continuing his droning.

T-70 stared out of the window and started daydreaming. His thoughts were still mainly composed of that blue tank destroyer, especially since he thought he saw her a few hours ago. Occasionally, T-34 would ask him, "How do you always know your stalking targets are girls?" Honestly, T-70 wouldn't know, so he would just call it a special Sixth Sense. Some would say that he could tell boy from girl at a single glance, without even seeing or hearing them for the first time. Others would say he's just a creepy stalker who uses his binoculars for no good.

His thoughts were halted when the air raid siren went off and all the tanks in class hurled themselves out of the door. T-70 was the last out, as he was taking things slowly. His hull met the warm evening sunlight as he exited Tank Academy, which gave him a pleasant feeling. He caught himself sunbathing and moved on, towards Ruskie.

"Hey, T-70!" T-70 turned around to meet the American who called out to him.

"Hello, M4, how are you?" He asked as M4 Sherman drove up to him. He felt somewhat uneasy when he saw a fairly deep scratch on her turret.

"I'm good. You?" She came to a stop, nearly in touching distance.

"I am fine." T-70 said. "You seem to have been in a fight of some sort." He pointed his gun to M4's scratch.

"It's nothin'." M4 spoke somewhat boldly. "Hardly even hurt a bit. I regret not bringing some shells in so I could beat that sucker into next week with 'em."

"Haha, right. Anyway, have you seen T-34 anywhere?" T-70 asked, "He was supposed to be in Type 59's class today, but he wasn't."

"Err... Well, he managed to get his turret drive shot out just before recess. Maybe that's to do with something?" M4 tried to help, racking her memory for information.

"I don't know. He doesn't care about his injuries that much unless they are fatal." T-70 paused.

"Right... Well, that's all I know. Sorry!" She went.

T-70 sighed. He was a bit worried that T-34 had gotten himself hurt again; an event that is seeming to increase in frequency. He brushed the thought off, sure that his friend was okay. Once he was done arguing with himself, T-70 started making his way home in the evening's dark.

T-70 was nearing his home when he heard some bushes rustle. T-70 was set on high alert. "Hello?" He shouted at the offending bush. "Is anyone there?!" The bushes gave no response in the darkness that surrounded them. T-70 glanced around him, checking his surroundings the best he could. Then, a battle cry emitted from the bushes.

A small horde of camouflaged tanks, all of different nationalities, surrounded T-70. A silence was briefly apparent, as a tank with blue and purple stripes inspected him. "Ee Loy'jiok! Gor'dok!" The tank exclaimed in a weird language. This was met by cheers from his group as they almost started jumping in excitement. T-70 found himself knocked out and pulled away before he could even question what just happened.

After that, the night was quiet once again.