It had become uneventful. Boring, almost. Engage the enemy. Fight. Try not to die. After Clink and Gram, Clank was brutally destroyed by a shot to it's engine. Hammer had been maneuvering through a forest to try to spot an enemy, and got destroyed by an expensive tank mine that could destroy a single light tank with ease. Jack had been caught in a massive firefight between Osfe, Al, and Kat, along with six other tanks from the enemy side, and was crippled and wounded beyond anything ever seen before.
They tried to patch him up, but he was a tier seven tank, and the massive price to get him a new tank would drain all of the clan's resources. Over the past few months, Al became less and less enthusiastic about anything. Only Kat and Ice were willing to pitch in their savings to try to get Jack a new tank, but he was still sitting there, bored to death.
Al was a tier six AMX 121, Jack was a tier seven T20, Kat was a tier eight T69, Osfe was a tier eight M40 (He seemed to be getting a lot of kills)and Ice was a MT-25. The five of them sat in the area designated 'Jack's Barn'.
"So…..Did the last battle go well?"Jack asked.
"The overpowered us and we surrendered. Lost a lot of silver and research,"Al said, sighing.
"Sorry."
"It just seems like this past month we keep getting outmatched,"Kat says disappointedly.
"What do you think it is?"Osfe questions.
Kat shrugs. "Maybe team coordination, lack of enthusiasm or morale, I don't know."
"It doesn't seem to be that fun and exciting anymore, does it?"
"We're becoming killing robots. I mean, we're machines and all, but I don't know if I want to endlessly fight clan battles."
"Same. Keltie, Ashum, and Dent have been depleted of energy after their 'clan battle marathon' last week. Five battles in seven days? What was Blu and Waffles thinking!"
The clan had been down to 12 tanks after a battle turned ugly resulting in a terrible loss. It was the five of them, Keltie, Ashum, Dent, Waffles, Blu, Ozzie, and Omen. Apparently Omen was the quiet badass. When they had checked the team roster, he was registered under 506 kills. 506.
"Well now what?"
"I hate when people say that,"Al groans.
"I hate to say it but…...Waffles and Blu have been a bit too controlling on what we get and not get to do."
"What? A rebellion?"Ice asks.
Al scoffs. "No. We want to leave the Armoured Pancakes intact. And for all their misdeeds, Waffles, Blu, Ozzie, and Omen have been good to us to a degree."
"So you're suggesting we leave?"Ice presses.
"It doesn't seem like that bad of an idea. We're pretty high level tiers, and I'm sure Ashum, Dent, and Keltie won't mind if they come with us,"Kat agrees.
"But what about me?"Jack asks.
Osfe raises his tank eyebrow. "He has a good point there. What's going to happen with Jack?"
"That's the thing. We're required to give half of the silver and research to our clan 'treasury' right?"Al says.
"Yes….."they say in unison.
"And how much have we given them?"
"I dunno. Few million."
"Which would be enough to get a fully upgraded M26 Pershing for three million."
"And now we're going to rob the treasury? We have to get a moderator to do that…"
"You'll see."
"I'm doing it I'm doing it!"Ozzie says as Kat presses her gun barrel to his rear.
-3,000,000 silver was given to Clan member Jack-
A/N: I'm not sure how much research you need for the Pershing.
"Thank you."
Ozzie looks at them warily. Kat fires a mock shell into his rear. A little peep is heard, but the mock shell EMP did it's job. The tank should be asleep for a few hours. "That worked rather well,"Dent remarked.
The tank trio had joined them too, bringing their numbers to eight. Quickly, they drive into the garage, and the repairs/upgrade for Jack starts. After the hour is finished, Jack rolls out, brand new. Everyone stares at him in awe.
"We can't waste any time. Let's go!" Al says quietly, and they start to drive out.
Al glances back one last time. Well, thanks for helping me. Now it's my time to shine, Al thinks, before bumping straight into an SPG. Omen.
"And where would you be going?"he asked, his voice deep and suspicious.
"Would you believe me if we were secretly sent on a super secret clan wars?"
"Not happening."
"Please! We can't stand being here anymore,"Kat says.
"So why don't you kill me?"Omen asks, his voice rumbling.
"Wha? We just want to leave. We don't want to hurt anybody."
"You're dooming this clan." Omen says. Kat inches her cannon upwards, but before she can, Omen shakes his turret slowly.
"Young ones. I know I cannot stop you, and to kill you would be senseless. Small ones are stubborn,"Omen says and still shakes his turret, and then rolls out of the way.
"I will be punished. Go!"Omen roars.
"What in the world is happening? Al?"Blu asks and rolls out. Ozzie quivers by his side, glaring and Waffles comes out too, his tank brows raised.
Instantly, the eight tanks drive off. "Come back here!"Waffles yells.
"Damn those fools. They're gonna get everyone killed,"Blu mutters. He turns to Omen.
"Why did you let them go!"
"It would have led to bloodshed and unnecessary death. They did not mean to harm, but simply wanted to escape from your leadership."
"Are you saying Waffles is not a good leader!"Blu snarls.
"Maybe if he weren't manipulated…."Omen says, making a point.
"Enough! I make my own decisions. Omen. If you do not abide by the rules, leave."
Omen shrugs, and rolls off too. "Now what are we going to do!"Ozzie says fearfully.
"Revive our clan. We're going netting."
