Zenith High

10/03/2014 – 8:00 AM

(Italics = German, Normal = English, Underline = Japanese)

After we had won the Friendly, we were congratulated by our enemies and went back home, our vehicles being repaired by Liz and her crew who volunteered to stay overnight, although I have no idea as to why they would want to. I had talked it over with the team and we had decided to scrap the speakers on the comet, with them being "Funny but distracting" in Dummkopfs Words.

It was currently the start of the first lesson and probably my most hated lesson: Maths. I hated maths not because I couldn't do it, just because of who I was near and how bad the teacher was – She quite literally watches people throw stuff at me and ignores it.

I was at the front of the class with the Commander of the Cromwell crew known as 'Kappa' Carlos Schmidt. He had clean brown hair and grey eyes with extremely pale skin. He stood at roughly 5'6 ft tall and was nearly as hostile as I was, but seemed to hate French people more than anyone else, which had always confused me.

He rarely talked to me but when he did it was when we had to work together or when we were talking about a common interest, such as tanks, anything German and American or drinks.

Behind me sat 3 boys, all whom I disliked to the point where I genuinely despised them: Jack Aldrin, Freddie Demo and Ryan Trout. All of them seemed to look similar with varying heights – Jack being 5'4 ft with Black hair and Blue eyes, Freddie being 4'8 ft with Ginger hair and Blue eyes and Ryan being 5'9 ft with Black hair and Green eyes.

From what I had seen, none of them were particularly strong, but all of them were right douchebags and had a reputation for being annoying. There were 2 other people on the front row who I didn't know too well, but they also got 'bullied' by them as well, the girl on their row being constantly harassed by them too.

The teacher was, if I may, a Jammy Bastard. We had nearly gotten her fired twice but she got away with a warning by sheer luck alone – If only I had more evidence against her.

Everyone had sat down and everyone was ready to start the lesson – my bag being under the table as I held a pen in my hand, beret on my head.

I felt something collide with the back of my head lightly. I ignored it as the teacher began to drone on.

The first period was chaos. The second period, which was History, was fine. It was now break and as such I had about 20 minutes to go do what I needed to do, such as look at who is competing in the Tournament besides us.

Looking at my phone, I saw the amount of schools I had never heard of before, although I did spot a few familiar schools in the mixture of Randoms, including what I had read up to be previous winners of the tournament. This was going to be extremely interesting.

I still had time to waste and as such I was going to look for something to do, such as talk to Dummkopf who was spraypai- AW HELL NO!

"Dummkopf, what in the name of all that is holy are you doing spray-painting A GIANT TROLLFACE ON THE GODDAMN WALL!"I seethed as she looked at me with bewilderment. She shrugged at me and continued as I slapped the can out of her hand

I looked towards a window to make sure no one was watching, but when I turned around I saw another can in her hands, the other one still on the floor. "Gott Helfe Uns… She's pulling goddamn cans out of thin air…" I whispered in disbelief as she backed away, her masterpiece being finished as she walked away. I ran from the scene of the crime, refusing to be associated with the madness that I had watched.

I need to figure out that girl's secrets at some point, maybe find out how she stores everything in seemingly thin air as that would help me so much, to the point where I could probably fit a howitzer in my pocket for personal use.

Chuckling at the thought I walked back inside the school through a back entrance, away from the scene of the crime and into the cafeteria where I saw thousands of people sitting in the gigantic hall. Zenith High was technically a University High school, so we had facilities for both and that's why it was so gigantic and why we had so much funding in the first place.

Noting the gigantic que to get food, I looked at what they were serving on this fine day – Salad.

"I Hate salad…" I scowled silently as I walked to the back of the room where an empty table and chairs were – I was one of the only ones to go over here with the odd person wandering over to talk when bored, or when someone needed to talk to me.

I sat down and simply waited for the free period to end my painful boredom.

It was the final period now and as such it was the period in which I got together with the club for debriefing, training and such.

The teams to all the tanks stood in front of me idly chatting to themselves about unknown topics that would be a mystery to me until I asked about them.

"Alrighty, good work all of you on defeating Calling School in the friendly – props to the crew of Dakka for making those Matilda's run in fear" to which I got a ton of cheering in response

"Alright, settle down… SETTLE DOWN. Thanks, now then, We don't have much time today and tomorrow is the start of the tournament. I want you lot to continue and Squad symbols you might have been doing yesterday and repair, refuel and re-arm your tanks. If I find any tanks without Fuel or Ammo by the end of this period I will kick you off this team before you can protest! Do I make myself clear?" I scowled, having to raise my voice to get them to settle down.

I was responded by a series of affirmations as the crews went to their respective tanks as I leant against the comet, my crew in front of me

"So, what're we going to have as a crew symbol of sorts? I've got a few ideas but that's it" Drake said as he began grabbing shells and stocking up the tank

"We could have a picture of multiple tanks on the move" Minerva joyfully said just as I was about to speak

"Any objections to that? I've got no ideas myself" to which I got a series of negations as I nodded to Min-Dummkopf! I need to get her name right! – to begin the symbol.

"Alice, can you go tell all the crews to get a school logo on the turret to allow us to identify each other easily?" I request as she nodded and ran off.

I sighed as I watched everyone go about repairing tanks, refuelling them or re-arming them as I simply leaned against the tank, thinking about the oncoming battle. If the information we traded were correct, we were still outnumbered, what with 15 tanks being allowed in the first battle – They had 13.

They had, to be precise: A Churchill , 2 Crusader 2's, 8 Matilda 2's and 2 Vickers Medium Mark 2. A varying range of British tanks that, although inferior compared to some of our tanks, won in numbers. We would need to be ridiculously stealthy to win this, and from what I had seen from the videos of St. Gloriana's previous battles, they mainly stuck together as a large unit.

The Churchill would be the biggest threat if we couldn't get behind it. It has a 75MM Cannon and thick armour, with its weak spot being the back of it. Of course, Dakka could get a decent hit at it from range, but it would be too risky to pull out our flag tank to take out theirs.

To say this battle would be difficult is an understatement. It would be horrendously hard to the point where we will have a major chance of losing. Stealth will be key and we must go on the offensive if they don't, meaning our Landships will be useless until we can lure them into a position in which the Landships will be hidden.

We needed more tanks and we needed them before the second battle – that is if we win the first though… I hate going on the offensive.

A/N

Thanks to RedSS for sending in his/her OC: Carlos Schmidt. Next up is the battle between St. Gloriana and Zenith University High school, so prepare for war!

-Panzer