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It was such a lovely morning on the Saunders School Carrier. Blue sky. Cool wind. The birds were singing. The cows were mooing. Dogs and cats were hanging out together. Good old neighbors saying hi to one another.

Then of course, someone here was not appreciated such freshness of the day, not while she's still sleeping in her own bed and dwelling in her own fantasy.

"Ehehehe...Takashi..." The brunette muttered as her face was buried into the pillow.

It was a magnificent sight. Pedal flowers were flying, dancing in the air over the green opened field. She herself dressed in a royal-like gown. Approaching to her side was a young handsome prince riding on the white unicorn. The prince extended his large, smooth hand toward Alisa.

A drool escaped from a corner of her mouth while her face still maintained the pure bliss happiness.

"…ehehe…Takashi…I love you…please go out with me—"

Her dream had come to an abrupt end when the door was kicked open violently in a manner of tactical breaching style along with a powerful Drill Sergeant-liked voice.

"Wake up you maggot!"

Alisa immediately shot her body up from the slumber as she turned her head to the door.

Standing by the entrance was a black suit person wearing shades.

Seeing such a figure, Alisa was having a panic attack.

Who are these people? Are they after my secrets? No! I have nothing to hide! I swear!

Due to her...professions, being attacked was not what she wants it to be happened.

Petrified, Alisa continued to look at the person who had a long blond hair and...her chest was well propositioned…wait a minute. Wait a minute!

"Cap-cap-Captain?" Her mind began to register it more properly. It was not somebody from some secret service. The very person standing by the door was none other than Kay, her spirited and carefree Commander of the Saunders Sensha-do team.

Even worse that Naomi was also there, wearing the same outfit.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in my room?! It's Sunday!" She tossed the question which didn't faze them.

"And we already have a breach of security!" The blonde immediately responded to Alise's question. She then turned to the tomboy. "Naomi, fix her right up!"

"Yes ma'am." Naomi coolly replied as she approached toward Alisa.

"W-wait, what are yo—Stop!"

Ignoring Alisa's protest, Naomi dragged the poor brunette out of the bed and into the bathroom. Once Alisa was tossed straight into the bath tub, came the imminent cold shower.

"GYRAAHHH! !"

If anything, this was way worse than some Navy SEAL training.

~0~

Saunders was originally a land-based school run by Americans who lived on Japan's soil back in the days. When the School Carrier program was introduced, it was then Saunders finally upgraded itself and became the well-known and richest school in the world of Sensha-do thanks to its strong relation and exchanging programs with many schools from United States and other countries.

Due to the American-themed culture and lifestyle, the atmosphere here always lived in high-spirit and laid back.

And Going-all-out was the norm.

In the mess hall, students here have the choice of luxury, either to go with the cantina's menu or they can buy combo from famous fast food branches.

"I need you to go back to the counter and fill these up for me." A dark-skinned girl said as she placed two large plastic bowls in front of her errand spectacled girl.

"With what?"

"Sauce!"

"Aahhh yeah~ Love the smell of smoked bacon and fries in the morning." A student wearing a cavalry hat took a good deep sniff over her food tray.

"I'll have two number nines. A number nine large..." A 'big bone' black girl began to list out her order.

"NOOOOO! You maniac! You don't put milk on the cereal! You're supposed to put the milk in first!"

The girl who poured the milk into the bowl full of cereals simply showed her defiance and stubbornness by pouring it more. Only to get shot in the face repeatedly by a .45 ACP...

The noises from every neighboring table promptly caused some headache to Alisa.

"Gahh...where is my freedom when I need one?" It was the first (or second) thing in the morning, and Alisa felt her day was already ruined.

"Well, the gun store is open." Naomi said it casually.

She was not amused.

Sitting on the other side of the table, Kay hummed her own character song called 'Ok! Go Ahead!' happily while spreading a number of envelopes all over the table.

What are those...no, wait. Better not ask anything. I don't want to get involve.

"Why thank you for the question, my dear Alisa."

"I didn't say anything!"

Her savviness did not save her from the inevitable...

"These files here are belonged to the new potential recruits."

"Uhm...why? We should have no issue with the manpower at the moment, and the tanks ar—"

"Wild cards!" Kay cut in.

"What?"

"Those Kuromorimine sailors. Look at the deeds they've done!"

Followed Kay words, all three turned toward the TV hanging on the wall as it was showing a bunch of rowdy-looking sailors, unlike the calm and stoic Kuromorimine members, were excited before the camera.

« Mom! Dad! Do you see me? I'm on TV! »

« They had us the first half. Not gonna lie. » said a young woman with black disheveled hair who was the highlighted figure of the match: Obama Kobayakawa.

« But we did it! » « Nano desu! »

They're like a bunch of kids, Alisa thought skeptically. But there was also a...sense of jealous.

Still, remembered back yesterday. Never thought her Captain would dare to send a full flashy challenge to Kuromorimine. Fortunately, they accepted it without a second thought, but the match was scheduled for next week since their Commander, Erika Itsumi was in recuperating after her reckless driving with the bike.

Wish I could pull it off too. May be then Takashi will...

"They are wild cards!"

Kay's spirited voice pulled Alisa back to the on-going topic. "If Kuromorimine was the one from before, they would have been lost."

"Kuromorimine now is different." Naomi said.

"…"

Even without saying it, Alisa already knew that. Thanks to her venture back in Kuromorimine School, and how that little German shit had let them to rot after their foiled coup de grâce...

Or was it a success...? She really didn't care though.

All Alisa wanted was to get her hands on that little bitch and strangle her to death! Oh, thinking back just makes her blood boil. The near-death escape from the Gestapos. The strangling on the sea inside the life boat, almost dehydrated...someone was intended to kill them!

"Seeing how to those girls go without any plan beforehand, and make it up along as they went. Just like how Saunders would operate."

No, it isn't...

"And that's when it hit me. There was an idea."

Where are we going with this...?

"I'm here to talk to you about the Glorious Bastards re-initiative."

"..."

"..."

"Was it just me or there was that...theme music run by..." Alisa was distracted momentary before she returned to the topic. "Ho-Hold on, did you say 're'?"

"Yup! Just like our senpais did! Oh the fun time we had with Megumi-senpai. It was wild!"

"Great! Always hope to get beaten by the radioactive spider." Alisa deadpanned.

"In your case, it might be a rabid dog." Naomi remarked.

"..."

"And these are my candidates." Kay gestured to the files. "Alisa, be a dear and help me to recruit them."

Dispirited and listless like a zombie, but the twin-tailed summoned all of her strength to grab those files and read over them.

From the scale from 0 to 5, Alisa's face immediately went straight to minus 5 as a dark cloud was forming above her head.

"Of all the people in Saunders, you have to pick the worst ones..."

"Don't be so negative." Alisa only smiled confidently. "These girls all have experience in operating tanks."

"Yup, damaging property. Scratching vehicles' paint job. Bending street light poles, street signs. Fire Hydrants...oh how the Fire department had a field day."

"The kids sure have appreciated it."

"Running over the Dean's car..."

"I heard that it happened to the Ooarai Principal's car as well." Naomi joined in. "Instructor Ami did it with her Type 90."

"Wow! Hardcore!" Kay exclaimed. "What kind of car was it?"

"I think it was a Ferrari P40." Naomi answered.

"Thank god for the insurance. If he has one."

"And we're the one to recruit them." Alisa sighed, already felt the bumpy road ahead.

"Actually you are."

"Wait, what? Why should I—"

Before she could have raised her protest, a crowd had appeared right behind Kay.

"Ohheylook, my friends are here now. Gottagocatchup, bye!" She promptly bid her farewell as she merged into the mass and teleported away in a rapid speed.

"Let's go and grant those girls some freedom!"

""OOOOHHHH! ! !""

"...But what about my freedom..." Those were Alisa's words which would never reach to Kay's ears.

"..." Naomi, who still sat on the seat, continued chewing her bubblegum silently.

"Don't you just love it when your boss just gives you the task that would require two or three weeks. And then she expects you to deliver it by tomorrow?" Alisa said out loud.

"Every job in a nutshell. Good to have ya." Naomi said, then blowing the air into her bubblegum.

What a shitty day, Alisa thought.

The brunette massaged her head, groaning as she tried to eat her breakfast.

"Fine...give me fifteen minutes...and call her too, please."

The bubblegum popped like a balloon before Naomi answered.

"We already did."

Alisa noticed someone was approaching behind so she turned her head, there stood a familiar face or...a familiar helmet-wearing girl that always been together with her on many occasions. Even in the school uniform, she would never part with her beloved helmet.

"S-sorry, I'm late." said Helmet-chan.

"Good morning, Met-chan." Alisa greeted, chewing down her breakfast.

"Ugh...please don't call me that..."

- x -

Beneath Alisa's seat, through many concrete layers and web-like metal pipes where the sun couldn't reach, lied a certain unnamed, un-numbered hangar.

Here gathered a crowd.

They're young girls, both students and sailors ranging from 16 to 18 years old. There was no chair so they used whatever they had in the room to make themselves comfortable. Leaning their back on the cold, heavy barrels. Sitting on the rough surface of wooden crates or right on the floor.

They're the spectators, and at the same time, they're the sign of power, the show of force imitating one certain group at the center of attention...

Right on the very stage where it was illuminated by light shows.

All could see their arms were bonded, putting behind their back as their knees placed on the cold hard metal floor.

High energy output LEDs were shoving right up onto their face, blinding them, even with their eyes closed.

They're the show, right on the very stage where they would be introduced and—

*Gong!*

And here comes the Master of Ceremony.

"Come on." A female voice called.

*Gong!*

Again and again. In a repeated rhythm, it was the tapping sound onto the metal floor with a baseball bat's head.

"Come on." She repeated it.

"I need a volunteer here."

*Gong* *Gong*

"Don't make me ask twice."

Every time when she was getting closer to the captives, they were trying to make themselves invisible. They did not want to be get picked.

"Let's start with you. You're seemed quite eager." The brown-skinned girl pointed her baseball bat at the chosen one.

"U-h-I…I don—"

The dagger glaring ceased her moving mouth.

"Alright! We've got a volunteer here!"

The crowd cheered, making noises with whatever they could, either raising their voice or banging on some metal objects.

The purpose of the girls being here were to be put up as an example.

But this was not a lecture.

"No..."

"Brace yourself~"

The bat was leveled up above the girl's head.

It was an execution.

Soon, the baseball bat was swung down like an axe.

One strike.

A high pitched piercing sound hit everyone's ears as enthusiastic cheers erupted.

She raised her bat once more and bring it down.

"Noo! NNOOOOO! Not my K-pop collection!"

The CDs and collectibles were being smashed apart by many hit-home swings brought the girl down with her ugly tears.

Her pleading was completely ignored and overwhelmed entirely by the smashing sounds.

"Now onto the next one!" She soon picked a new target.

"It's just….it's just went out of control!" The girl wearing green-colored turban said.

"Out of control!" She repeated the words.

"Now, we aren't in a micromanagement here, girl." No matter the reason was. It's already too late for her to convince otherwise. "Let's see if you remember how to beg for mercy."

"YAMETE!"

"Wrong."

Once more, the baseball bat struck.

Unlike the first one, this impact was more blunt…as a certain smell of vegetable emitted strongly.

"No! Not the cabbage! Not my cabbage! !"

Another pathetic cry was drowned by the crowd's cheering and bat smashing.

All the fine looking lump green vegetables were crushed mercilessly.

The unfolded event was being watched from a secluded corner where Alisa, Naomi and Helmet-chan were hiding.

"Can we...can we go to someone else?" Alisa asked wistfully. "Or just send an email and be done with it?"

"Kay said that you have to meet them, face-to-face. No trick." Naomi said.

"We'll be killed on sight!"

"You're the communication officer, ain't ya?! You're supposed to be communicated!"

Naomi said the line while putting some acting skill into it.

"Those poor cabbages. What did they even do?" Helmet-chan said.

"They tried to invade over our weed field growing operation."

The answer came from an unexpected source. A dark-skinned sailor was standing right behind them.

"..."

"..."

"Smoke weed everyday." said the sailor, while the other only made a good teeth smile.

"Konichiwa...motherfuckers!"

...

...

"Guys! We've got new visitors!"

After the captives were taken away, the sailors brought a pair of new faces and put them in same position. The spectators were showing their curiosity to the new event.

"Bitch, you should have seen us go ninja on these two suckers!"

"Two? I thought that there're three." asked a student.

"That tomboy sure is fast though. We only managed to get these two."

"The twin-tails looked familiar though." The eyes soon focused on the twin-tailed brunette.

"Isn't that…Alisa, from the Saunders Tankery team?"

For a moment there, Alisa felt flattered how her reputation reached down here to these unsavory characters.

"Alisa. The peeping tom? Eww!"

"Yeah. That's the one! Super Stalker."

Not the kind of reputation though.

"H-hey! I ain't no peeping tom!" Alisa denied it.

"And how you can explain with the drone and fancy toys in your room?"

"U-uhm...what…things are you talking about...?"

"Here." A girl showed a picture on her phone.

A solid evident no doubt. It was taken inside her room. It showed the table was filled with many things, her gadgets along with her 'special' disguise mask that can change the shape of a nose, came along with a big-rounded glasses. Nobody would know it's her once she put it on.

"H-how did you get that?!"

"From unknown source."

"...Anonymous source. That's more correct." Alisa corrected it.

But who in the world could provide them with that intel. Don't tell me…it's her?

"Whatever, nobody likes the nerd."

"Now what do we do with them?" asked another student.

"Our meat is running out. I think this is the perfect time to resupply." said a young chef wearing apron stained with blood.

"They're look bony though...Well, better than nothing." The girls started to brandish their flesh cutting saw.

Before the two Saunders members could scream out for help, the leader, the baseball bat girl showed up.

"Calm your tits, putas!"

The gathered students and sailors quickly parted, forming a way for her to approach.

Face-to-face. Alisa finally got a change to look at the girl properly. She was a Mexican, long brown curly hair, brown eyes. She had a black mole on her right cheek. She was quite tall, about 1m75.

"Explain it in ten words. Then I might let you guys go."

Alise looked at Helmet-chan for a brief moment before she turned back to her.

"I...uh. I mean, we, we would like to recruit you into our Tankery team…?" Alisa asked timidly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

It was a long silence. Until the bat girl broke it with her giggle.

Then a laugh.

An energetic laugh.

It influenced everyone to follow her, laughing along.

Ten out of ten, Alisa's laughter matched up with Megan's. Same energy.

Helmet-chan could only stared at the two (Alisa particularly) with dumbfounded and disbelief.

Why are we laughing? It was her thought.

Then the batgirl…the girl with a bat stopped laughing as she said this.

"Throw these idiotas (idiots) into the Ice Box!"

"Ehem, boss. Wrong term. It's actually called Ice Pit."

"Well, those damn pipes are running with cold gas. You can call it the Gas Chamber for all I care."

Before Alisa's eyes, a piece of metal was removed, revealing the said chamber below.

"Oh look at that. It is an ice pit." Alisa remarked in a calm and casual tone.

"Ice them!"

There was no room for both of them to resist as they were grabbed from both sides and slowly being pushed toward...

"Nononono-waitwaitwaitwait—"

"Ola, Meggie!"

A calling immediately captured everyone attention.

Approaching toward them was a carefree blonde, following behind her was the previous tomboy who successfully escaped.

"C-Captain..." Alisa was on the verge of tear, feeling so relief.

"Kay, my friend. What are you doing here?"

"Y-you guys know each other?" Alisa asked.

"We've come a long way." Kay answered.

"Then what the hell did you want me to go all the way—"

"We're hooking you up to wreck some shit." Ignored Alisa's rambling, Kay turned back to Megan. "Care to join?"

"Sorry girl. Still busy wrecking some shit for my territory here."

"It's Kuromorimine."

"Shit amigo! That's all you had to say." The Mexican smiled.

— Megan [RECRUITED!]

Nagisa's mental note: A Mexican Batgirl...girl with a bat...that's not right... Like that one jester girl from DC. Or the guy from zombie post-Apocalypse world.

- x -

"It could have been so much easier if you just do that in the first place." Alisa muttered as the group, including Megan, was walking to another location.

"Don't be like that, Alisa dear." Kay looked over her shoulder. "First impression is always important. How else you are going to become the commander everyone would look up for?"

"Wait what? I'm sorry, I did not catch that. Can you say it again?"

Kay continued humming her own song as the five arrived to the school's field. A large opened land with beautiful green grass where the football field was planted along with a running course.

There were many on-going sport activities, however, there's one group had gained much more attraction as they're the eye candy. The cheerleader squad.

""Go-Go. Saunders. Let's Go Saunders! Go-Go. Saunders. Let's Gooo AHEAD!""

"Alright! That's a nice kick right there." The leader congratulated for the well performance. "Let's do it one more time!"

"So we're going to recruit one of the cheerleader girls?" Alisa asked.

"No. No. Think outside of the box, Alisa." said Kay.

"Outside…of the box?"

*rustle** rustle*

There're…sounds coming from the bushes? Alisa thought.

"Outside of the box. Oh I get it!" Helmet-chan exclaimed.

"I hope you're not thinking the way I assumed you're thinking right now."

"Eh?"

...

...

"Get a lower than that." said a voice from the bush.

"I'm trying, their skirt is getting in the way." Another voice responded.

"Need help something, guys?" A third voice called up. It's belonged to a twin-tailed brunette who was smiling...sinister.

"Surprise, motherfucker!"

Alisa was glad to have something to vent off her frustration.

"Come on, man. We're just wanna check if it's down there or not!" The peeping toms were taken away by the securities.

Down there? What?

"Thank you so much for capturing those peeping toms." The cheerleader member thanks the group.

"You're welcome." Alisa said.

"Hey girls. What's happened."

"Ah Nico."

The named girl was a young tan-skinned girl, golden blond hair with well-proportions wearing in a cheerleader outfit. She was sexy looking, perhaps more rounded than Kay.

"They have helped in capturing those camera jerks."

"Oh I see, thanks for your help..."

When her green eyes landed on Alisa, the distance between them was shorten in a matter of seconds.

"Well, well. What do we have here? Ain't you a cutie!"

"Uh...uhm..."

I don't like this approach. She's too close for comfort. Way too close!

"Itadakimasu (Thanks for the meal)."

"!? I don't think so!"

Alisa managed to stop her kiss attack just in a nick of time with her hand.

"I ain't giving my kiss to someone like you!"

"Aww, come on. It's just—"

"And no!" Alisa cut in, not letting her to have any room for explanation. "Don't you dare call it some culture like that's how we greet back in our country. Because it ain't!"

"…Is that a personal attack or something?"

"We ain't culture blind!"

"Hello Nicky." Another familiar voice came in.

"Oh hello Kay." Nico greeted the well-known figure.

"I see you managed to protect your first kiss, Alisa." Naomi smirked.

Alisa only frowned.

"So she…swings that way?" Helmet-chan asked.

"Be careful, she is known as the Predator." Megan said. "Be it boy or girl, the blood of virginity will be her appetizer before the main course."

"Naruhodo (I see), what a ferocious beast."

"Oi oi, what sort of over exaggerated rumor have you two been hearing about?" asked Nico.

"At least she bought dinner first."

"Hey!"

"So…To what do I own the pleasure?" Nico asked the question.

"We have an upcoming match. We are looking for a few girls who can handle the tanks." answered Kay. "To defeat some bad girls riding some big, bad kitties."

Nico's eyebrow lifted up, she knew whom Kay was mentioning to.

"Is it difficult?"

"Impossible." Kay emphasized it.

A grin was formed.

"Meow~ I love big bad kitties."

— Nico [RECRUITED!]

Alisa's mental note: Hide your wife and childr *stop writing*

Alisa noticed a photo was dropped from Nico.

"Hey you dropped this."

She picked it up as she happened to look at the person's portrait. It's a wild-looking boy with spiky hair.

"Who is this handsome guy?" Alisa asked.

"Oh, that was me before the surgery." She answered.

"…"

"…"

"I identified my true gender quickly when I was young."

Alisa's mental note: *scratch all that* SAVE YOURSELF!

- x -

"Okay, next up on the list is..."

Met-chan narrowed her eyes, looked closely at the name.

"Hu...Hugu...? Hugo..."

"Let me see that." Alisa snapped the list from Met-chan's hand.

"Hu-Huguette?"

"Uhm...who is what now?" Megan asked.

"Sounds like a…German name." Nico commented.

"Another trip down below deck..."

"You're mistaken here, freckles." Megan remarked. "This we called the Kappa Hive, you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy."

"…"

"Just keep your hands in your pocket."

They ventured deeper, stopping at a place supposed to be a…cantina or a night club, depending on one's own perspective. A big letter K was placed above the entrance where there were many female bouncers stood tall, imitating to those whoever dares to make troubles.

"Come on, let me in." said an annoyed female standing in the queue.

"Have you accepted Jesus-kun as your personal savior?" asked a religious girl who was bothering the waiting line.

"Hell nah, I'm Jewish." One of them answered.

The group did not join the queue yet as they feared it'd be a waste of time.

"That looks long and tight. Think we can go in there?" Nico asked.

"I could make an entrance." Megan said, brandishing her baseball bat. "Just don't make me pay for it."

Alisa didn't want to hang around this place for any more second.

"I dare say we should go ho—"

"Follow my lead." Out of nowhere, Naomi spoke the line as she already marched on.

While Alisa was standing still, dumbfounded, Kay, Megan, Nico and even Helmet-chan had followed Naomi.

"Sup girls." The tomboy greeted to the bouncer.

"Hey it's Naomi! And Kay too!" The bouncers was brighten up, gave a high-five to the pair. "Long time no see!"

"I'm taking my friends in. Can you let them in?" asked Kay.

"Sure thing! Any friend of Naomi and Kay are friends of mine. Come in. Come in."

"Hey, wait for me!" Alisa hurriedly run up to the entrance.

Before Alisa could have place a single step into the the building, she was stopped abruptly by the same bouncers.

"Whoa-whoa. Where do you think you're going? The queue is over there."

"I'm with them!"

"You and every other comedian. Unless you're tripping."

"But...but..."

"It's cool girl. She's with me." Kay called up.

"...Alrighty then."

The bouncers let Alisa in, but not before they gestured her with hand signal saying: 'We're watching you.'

"…"

Uggggghhhhh! This sucks!

...

...

The six marched on into the Cantina.

The atmosphere was lively and vivid thanks to the colorful neon lights and a band playing instruments like trombones, saxophone and trumpets.

"How much weight for this one?" asked a customer.

"About twenty ounces."

"Uhm, sorry. Can we use worldwide-friendly metric system?"

"No." The seller answered it flatly.

The group settled down on a vacant table.

The two head figures of Saunders Tankery team promptly gained the attention from waitresses.

"Naomi is here!"

"Oh, it's been so long. I miss you."

"I knew they're popular. But not like this." Nico said.

But what about me…? The brunette felt being left out.

"What ya want, girl?" A waitress asked Alisa.

"We're looking for…Huguette. Heard of her?"

"This ain't the kind of shop, honey." Despite her claim, Alisa took notice of her…hint.

"..." Alisa looked at the others and nodded.

"I'll have…six ice tea."

The girl immediately burst out laughing.

"Jeez, you're really a piece of art." The waitress said, then gestured with her head to one direction. "She's over there."

At the end of the room, there sitting a girl. It was hard to tell but Alisa had a gist that she was…sharping her knife with a leather bell? And she was casually taking a smoke while doing so.

She wore a black jacket, not your any fancy black leather jacket. It was a tank jacket but it belonged to the one school that has been both respected and fear. Kuromorimine.

"Is that…Huguette?"

"Girls." A patron nearby heard the question. "Everybody in Kuromorimine has heard of Huguette Stieglitz!"

Everyone nearby along with the named girl chuckled.

HUGUETTE STIEGLIZT

*Billy Preston - Slaughter kicks in*

The reason for Huguette Stieglitz's celebrity among Kuromorimine students is simple. As a Kuromorimine-enrolled student, she's killed—I mean, made 13 Disciplinary members to transfer out of school.

*Many scenes of members being humiliated by Huguette. Starting with chalk cleaner, punching in the face in a secluded alley, behind school. Putting their head into the toilet bowl. It went on with…thick oily fluids applying on the girls' face while they're sleeping on their bed.*

Instead of expelling her, the teachers and student council decided to put her inside the Nishizumi Household so that she can learn the discipline, to be reformed.

...Needless to say, once the Bastards heard about her, she never got there.


"You're Huguette?" The leading blondie approached.

"..." She nodded.

"My name is Kay. We're the Bastards."

The girl lifted up an eyebrow. It's not the first time she had heard the name. A year ago, the Bastards came to rescue her out of their interested.

There's one person stood out of the rest, Megumi. She introduced herself in the same way like Kay did.

"We just wanna say we're a big fan of your work when it comes to humiliating Kuromorimine. How about you teach us a thing or two once you joined the Tankery?"

"…"

A simple nod was sufficed.

— Huguette Stieglitz [RECRUITED!]

Me's mental note: His movies are good. Looking forward to see his 19th!

...

...

"What's wrong Abe-san?" A girl asked when she noticed the complexion on her face.

"My Disciplinary sense is tingling." Mamori Abe unconsciously hugged herself as she felt a shivering cold run through her entire back. "And it's awfully reminding me about that one girl I don't want to remember at all…"

- x -

Saunders Airfield

Many aircrafts had role for transportation of personnel and equipment such as C-130H Hercules, Douglas DC-3, KC-10 Extender, and L1049 - Super Constellation for VIP transport were parked neatly along the runway.

Despite they're far away, while riding on a Super Jeep 6x6. All could hear the roaring engine coming from C-5M Super Galaxy was taking off from runway.

"Airlift Division...do we really need their support?" Alisa had no against with it. But rather found it's unnecessary.

"So what do we know about this girl?" asked Megan.

"She is an Indian." Alisa answered.

"Oh, I love their chicken curry." Nico exclaimed.

"No, not that Indian. The native one. The native American."

"Not to be rude or anything. I thought they all moved up to Canada." Nico said.

"Or Mexico." Megan said. "There're lots of them. Always see they hang around Walmart."

"So much for the land of Freedom." said Huguette.

"What is the point of going through all this? We have manpower." She repeated the question.

"What the most of important thing in Sensha-do, Alisa?"

"It's winning."

"That's true. But there's more than just winning."

"Sportmanship. Fairplay. Yes, I know your style, Captain."

"…Good that you know. It's all for the spirit of Sensha-do. Don't you dare to make it cry." Kay said.

To me, however, Sensha-do is…WAR!

But what's Captain's plan anyway? Why would we get in so much trouble for recruiting these…unsavory characters?

She then started to think about those Kuromorimine sailors.

Kuromorimine. They've changed. By putting those sailors in the ranks.

So she plans to fight fire with fire?

Unpredictably…just like that rusty bucket showed up right before me and lead me straight into the ambush…

Now thinking it back, I am still pissed at it!

In her preoccupied mind, she was wondering why there was a ball in her vision. And it was getting bigger and bigger.

Till it hit her.

"Wake up."

W-who's there?

"Wake up, Alisa."

Something was placed on her cheek. It was warm and comfortable.

She managed to open her eyes, only to see the face of her prince.

Takashi?

"Who is my girl?"

Me! It's me! She prompted to respond.

"Who is my best girl?"

Me!

"Who is my very best girl?"

Ohmygosh! Memememememe!

"She is!" Takashi proudly declared.

And it's not Alisa.

Eh?

Dumbfounded, she followed Takashi's hand gesture, it were pointing at one particular girl, who was none other than Lotte Siskin.

Alisa's heart sunk as everything around her was immediately shrouded in darkness.

"Oh my, you're expecting you would be his best girl?"

The little German only formed a smirk on her face while saying this softly.

"O kawaii koto. (How cute.)"

"! ! ?"

Alisa immediately shot her body straight up from where she lied.

She soon registered things around her. She was inside some sort of tent, and next to her was…an tribal native Indian girl? She was bearing brown skin and characteristic like tattoo painted on her face, wearing a headdress which had a full set of feathers like a chieftain.

"The young one has awoke."

"W-what happened?"

"The Great spirit has succeeded guiding your soul back to your body."

"…More like pulling me out of a nightmare…" Alisa groaned.

"How is she doing, Chief?" Kay's voice called out as she entered through the tent, or rather, Tipi, a conical tent with a fireplace where wood was burning ,which they're inside..

"Uhm…thanks Chief. Uh, I believe your name is—"

"That name is for the system's benefit." The calm Indian girl interjected.

"You may call me…"

Strangely enough, everyone held their breath, waiting for the answer.

"White Boar."

"I thought Moon Moon is your name." Alisa laughed.

"Moon Moon is my father's name."

"You better not fucking with me right now."

Soon, the whole group was gathered outside, sitting around the fire camp.

"What do you seek from me, white men?"

"Men? Did you assume our gender?" Nico said.

"…"

"…"

"…Sorry, couldn't help it."

"We'd like to recruit you into our Tankery team." Kay said.

The Chieftain didn't respond right away, she grabbed a fistful some powder and then tossed it into the flame. The fire was burning strong momentary.

"The Great Spirit has told us. We're expecting your visit."

Everyone took a confused and surprised look at each other.

"Neat!" Except Kay who felt otherwise.

"Did the Great Spirit also tell you not to play with balls when we arrive?" Alisa asked.

"The ball is not belonged to us. You're driving near to the Agriculture Club's border."

"Whoa, hold up!" Megan interjected. "I though Agriculture Club is stationed at the bow of the carrier."

"They built their own trail. They're expanding their territory, their rice field."

"Welcome to the rice field."

After the sentence coming from a nearby tree, it was promptly followed by a helicopter's engine sound as Fortunate Son song was playing loud over speakers. The Huey was flying over the rice field while spraying Orange-colored...powder protection product from a dispenser over the targeted crops.

"The Airlift Division sure makes themselves busy." Helmet-chan said.

"It's a good trade." White Boar explained. "Besides, these activities make them connect."

"The sounds of iron machines that you all hear." She continued. "Despite they're made by man, but they have the spirit of one."

"You're saying machines have…soul?" asked Nico.

"None of them are just machines." The chieftain said. "All things are bound together. All things connect."

Despite everyone was in awed or amazed by the Chieftain's words, only one certain brunette with twin-tail was being skeptical.

"Oookaayyy…"

Without a warning, the chieftain put up her opened palm before Alisa.

"Your spirit is strong." She said. "But your path is not yet straight."

"Oh, I'm straight alright!" Alisa immediately declared. "Wait…what's the meaning you're saying again?"

"I think she is saying about your love." Nico said. "Still curvy and all."

"Hey! My love for him is…well…well…" Alisa began to stuttered, feeling too embarrassed to say it.

"There is nothing stronger than love, except the Apache helicopter." said White Boar.

"What?"

"What?"

"So what shall we do next?" Megan asked. "Smoking ritual?"

The Chief turned her face toward a girl who soon beat the drum in a rhythm.

Another tribal girl approached to the group as she placed a parcel and opened it. It revealed a number of smoke pipe with leathers attached.

"The big one is fifty buck. The medium is twenty-five. The small one is ten."

"…" Alisa was simply loss for words, contrast to Kay and others who were showing curiosity and interested.

"Oooh, neat!"

"What kind of weed is this, gringa?" asked Megan, pointing at the item.

"Our homegrown. All organic."

"This said here…is made in China." Helmet-chan said, noticing the label on the smoke pipe.

"It's hard to find a good manufacturer these days."

"…"

"…"

"Don't forget to check our souvenir."

The tribal girls happily showed more of their ware. Most of them were key chains or talismans.

With a grumpy face, Alisa began to decline.

"I think I'm not interes—"

"This talisman would assist you greatly in joining together with your love."

"Ok, I think I'm interested."

— White Boar [RECRUITED!]

Alisa's mental note: There is nothing stronger than love, except the...hold on, the internet said this talisman's purpose is help the two souls to be reunited after...their death?

- x -

The blue sky gradually shifted to the orange one. Feeling suffice with recruits they had, Kay and Naomi bid their farewell and went on their own business.

"What a merry band we've got here." Megan commented as she looked at the recruited list.

"Me a Mexican. White Boar, a red Indian. Huguette, a German resistance. Nico, a gender bender. Kay from eagle land, and Naomi, our top gunner."

"Count me in. We are seven." Alisa said.

"Yeah, add one more member and then we can turn ourselves into a hateful gang." Megan said.

"Then let's add two more." Nico said. "Then we can take over a district."

"Now that is a name I've not heard in a long time." Helmet-chan said.

"Still, it's unusual for Kay to do something like this." Nico said.

"And it sounded like she is forcing the command seat onto me..." Alisa muttered.

"Doesn't matter much to me." Megan said. "It's not like we would be able win this match anyway. Those seventy-five and eighty-eight would cut us all up like butter."

"…" That's oddly negative. Alisa tried to deny it at first, but given Erika Itsumi's unorthodox tactics along with their superior tanks…doubt was forming in her mind.

"Like my father have said. Keep your expectations low, and you will never be disappointed."

"…"

"He is a lumberjack." Megan said.

"You must be fun at the party." Alisa said.

"Speaking of the party. I didn't have the crew, yet."

"Well, we can provide you—"

"Nah! Keep your whitewash crew to yourself. I'm going to get my own crew of diversity. I believed there're some illegals in my class."

Remembering her first impression, Alisa called out.

"Don't make slavery out of this!"

"It's not slavery. It's a surprise employment!" She only smiled and bid her farewell.

Nico soon did the same, leaving Alisa and Helmet-chan alone.

"I'm so worry about this team's future." The brunette sighed.

Alisa and Helmet-chan decided to spend some break time in Downtown after school.

As soon as they walked out from Circle K Sunkus, Alisa overheard some conversations.

"Hey, do you think it's her?"

"Yeah, I think it's her."

"So that's must be the Handler."

There were whispering among the two sailors, why were they pointing the finger at her? This was getting irritated. She, for one, was the type against those gossipers.

"Hey, what are you two blabbering about?" Alisa turned around and made the approach.

The two sailors were surprised as they looked at each other and then back to Alisa.

"W-What? You really don't know who she is?"

"You guys are talking about Met-chan?" Alisa pointed the thumb finger over her shoulder.

"Stop calling me that!" The helmet-wearing girl couldn't take it anymore.

Then, it arrived.

"My name is Akira!"

The reveal.

"...Hah, that's a boy-ish name." Alisa simply chuckled.

"Uhhh…" Akira/Helmet-chan only pouted her cheeks out of frustrated.

As for the two sailors, however, their colors were drained, and they're got thinner for some reason.

"What?"

Because Alisa could inquire, she got grabbed by those two and got dragged away from the helmet girl.

"You idiot! Don't even dare to think about breaking that seal!" The girls hissed at her.

"W-what seal?"

"The seal of Archdemon."

Alisa only stared at the two with a dumbfounded face.

"Allow me to educate you." One sailor decided to enlighten her. "It was a long, long time ago."

"Back in middle school." said the second girl.

"Shut it, you're breaking my flow."

"…"

"It was a dark time." The girl continued. "Archdemon, the name that would make everyone in the underworld trembled."

"Over-the-line pranks. Indiscriminate bullying. Humiliating one then the next. No teacher or adult could stop her."

"But they did."

"Who did?"

"Representatives from all schools' factions. Saunders. St. Gloriana. Anzio. Chi-Ha-Tan. Even Ooarai."

"It was a hard won battle. With many sacrifices."

"They barely, barely managed to seal the Demon with it."

"It? You don't mean…the helmet?" Alisa came to a conclusion why that girl always wearing the helmet.

"The M38 tank helmet!" They emphasized it.

"Many said it was received many spells and blessings, even from the Pope himself."

"Are you sure it's not just something within their hand reach when they..." Alisa suggested the theory. "You know...?"

They both looked at each other and then…burst out laughing.

"Damn girl, you're hallucinating!"

But. But. But...

"Anyway, the helmet, the thing she is wearing at all time, is the only thing that stood between her now and her inner demon."

"…"

"…"

It was quite a pause for Alisa to finally say.

"Weird flex but ok."

"Oh come on! You're supposed to be her Handler, right? So you should know the job!"

"Hey, look…she and I…I'm literally just had her tag along with me when I need some help. I'm not…the Handler or whatsoever."

Another silence, the girls' agitated facial expressions raised the awkwardness and…heavy air.

"Then that means…"

"The real Handler is…"

"Oh, there you are."

The helmet-wearing girl soon emerged herself from the corner.

"Hhiiiiiieeee! ! !" The two sailors yelped out impulsively as they tried to hide themselves behind Alisa's back.

The brunette simply shook her head for this idiotic.

"Looks, I've been with her for some time. And I guarantee that there's no way Met-chan here woul—"

"Girls!" A third sailor showed up, calling out to her mates. "Those gangbangers are going at it again!"

"Damn! Those bitches don't know when to give up."

"Hey you two." The third noticed the pair. "Wanna join us?"

"Uh…I don't think we would…" Alisa intended to decline.

"What about the rule of engagement?" asked the sailor.

"Eh? We are going to fight, right? So why do we need the rule?"

Unexpected to all, the question was not coming from the sailor nor Alisa.

It was from the helmet-wearing girl.

"…"

"…"

"…"

There was a silence, and then a gasp. The gang members had realized their error.

Despite they were delinquents, rule of engagement was always established to avoid the worst possible outcome.

However this woman, this madwoman could not understand that concept.

The meaning of conflict is fundamentally different for her than for the delinquents, who learned it in a sporting sense from marital arts.

Alisa started to question herself if she happened to inhale some of those weed because she started to see something…something behind Alisa's back.

"…"

"…"

"Ha! It…It's just a joke!" The sailor immediately broke off her awkward laugh.

"It's a prank bro. I mean sis. Don't mind it too much!"

"…"

"…"

"Haha, oh I see."

Akira chuckled as she casually dropped a crowbar onto the ground.

The dry, metallic clanking piercing sound would forever haunt at the back of their mind…

- x -

The next morning – Saunders Assembly Hall

A gathering with a mass number of hundreds of students was not a strange sight for them. What picked their interested was the new faces along with their unique appearance and characteristic.

The newest recruits started to get to know each other with their introduction.

"I'm Megan." The Mexican girl carrying a baseball bat introduced. "And here are my compadres."

"Psst! Hey kids, wanna buy some drugs?" A girl with long curly hair said.

"Is it just me or is that a male voice I'm hearing?" Alisa's gunner asked.

"Nah, it's just drug talking." She replied.

"Ah shit. Forgot to bring my crack pipe." said a black student.

"Nico." The well-developed girl introduced. "And here are my...people."

"Hey, there's a hot looking guy in their team!" A Saunders member pointed it out.

He was tall and thin, wearing the school uniform with red-colored pants.

"Call me Greer please." He said.

"You're a guy right?" Alisa asked.

"Biologically, yes. But rest assure, I'm a maiden at heart."

Geer's revelation left many…astounded.

"…Oh, I see..." Alisa said it with her very best.

"Just let you guys know that I'm a cisgender female, alright?" A girl with long twin-tails declared.

"...So where does that exactly leave us?"

"I'm dating her." The cisgender girl declared as she hugged one of Geer's arms. "She is taken alright?"

"…What is love?" Alisa looked absently at the ceiling.

"Baby, don't hurt me?" Megan made a guess.

"Sound like it's a good time for you to take DMT." said one of Megan's members.

And soon a new group arrived, bringing a good attention to themselves as they're wearing Saunders uniform mixed with tribal fashion such as wearing feather, painted on their face.

"My name is White Boar. And here are my brave warriors. Happy Foot." She gestured at the energetic short-haired girl wearing flip-flop.

"Itchy Nose."

The average-looking girl started to scratch her big nose.

"Annoying Invading Owl."

"Ciao." The green-haired girl greeted.

"…"

"And lastly, the warrior who immune to the pain of life and always triumph for success, Depresso Da Vinci Despacito Dicaprio."

The named girl was bearing an aloof aura, her long black hair had covered up her whole face and a portion of her chest.

"…"

"Also known as Dee-Dee."

"Now I think you're just fucking with us." Alisa was not amused.

"Why do we live just to be suffered?" said the girl.

"..."

Huguette remained silent, putting up the same image when the group first met her.

"So who's the freckles?" asked one of the new recruits.

"Hey—"

"You work for her." Naomi answered.

"Wait what?" It was rather an unexpected one for Alisa.

The new recruits promptly looked at the brunette with surprised and skeptical.

"Really, she is our commander?" said one of Megan's girls.

"Doesn't look like a commander. More like a scheming one."

"Hear. Hear."

"N-No! I don't want to be the Commander! At least, not with this team!" Alisa admitted.

"Oh look, we have got a redneck in our team."

"Lets immigrate and steal her job." One of them suggested the idea.

"Yeah!"

"The Great Spirit said…that we must deport her." said the chieftain.

"Yes! They did come to our land without visa in the first place." said Happy Foot.

"Ooah-ooah-ooah-ooah-ooah!" The tribal crew chanted their war cry.

*Tap!*

Not a moment too soon, the footstep sound gained the attention. Someone was walking on stage.

It was none other than Kay, the Captain of Saunders Tankery team.

It was rather unusual. Because it's just Kay went up there alone without accompanying Alisa and Naomi.

Predictably, the crowd started to mutter.

The Captain did not start or say anything yet, instead. She took a good long look around everyone as the silence finally settled down.

« You all know why I'm here. » She began. Her voice was carried over by every speaker.

« I'm not an orator. »

"Eh?" Alisa was puzzled.

« And I would not try to convince you of the worthiness of our cause. »

"Where is she going with this?" Alisa whispered to Naomi who simply shrugged her shoulders.

« But WE'RE SAUNDERS! »

Following her words, the Star Spangled Banner rock version started to play.

"We're the greatest school of all in the High School League."

« When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That…is my religion. »

« Do not pray for easy life. If you don't fall, how you will know your own limit? »

« When you learn it, feel it. Feel that fear. Then you break it down! Bring down that wall! »

« The cost is always high, but if you don't pay. The debt will eventually come crashing on you. And that's when the life is just playing with you. »

« It's not the title that defines you. It's you! You! Your own character defines the success, defines the fame, and it defines you! »

« We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. »

« We will be united in our common interests. »

« We have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other! »

« Let us all unite! »

« One path we shall never choose, and that is the path of surrender or submission. »

« We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! »

« We'll bring the fight to them! »

« We are going to strive on! »

« We're going to WIN! ! »

« WE'RE CANCELING THE KUROMORIMINE! ! ! ! »

As soon as Kay finished her speech, the roof was almost to be blown away by the sheer volume of erupted cheers as the whole foundation was literally shook like an Earthquake.

The name Kay and Saunders were chanted, mixed in together.

Kay soon walked behind the stage where man staffs were congratulating her.

"Give me a high five girl!"

"You're breathtaking!" A Saunders girl called out.

"You're breathtaking!" She pointed back, bringing a good laughter.

"And here I thought you're gonna say make Saunders great again." Megan commented.

"Why make something great again when we're already it?"

"…"

"You really had us worried there, Cap." Naomi said.

"Hehe. Something good to stir the girls' spirit." The blond turned to the brunette.

"Alisa. I'm counting on you."

"O-of what?"

"Commanding this team. What else, dummy?"

"…"

"…"

"I respectably refuse."

"Hmm, okay. I won't force you to take that seat."

"Finally! Something good to hear once in a while!"

Once the brunette walked happily away from them, Naomi asked.

"You're going shove it into her ass later on, right?"

"Naomi, but of course!" Kay turned to the new recruits.

"Now. Let's get you girls some tanks."

- x -

The group arrived to the Hangar where mechanics were doing routine maintenance on the tanks.

All tanks were bearing a certain similar iconic shape, despite their model and specs.

M4 Sherman tanks. The proud symbol of American tank served on all fronts back in WWII.

"You can't get more American than this." Megan commented.

"I'd love to get my hands on Pershing thought." Nico said.

"Me too. Sadly, only the All-star University could acquired them." Naomi said.

"We're trying to buy that thing though." Alisa sighed.

"What thing?"

"Hallo mate."

The group turned toward to the shaved-head female engineer wearing a blue overall with red bandana who greeted them with her a 3D-printed prosthetic arm.

"Now that's the dankest thing I've ever seen." Megan commented.

"Hello Susan." Kay greeted back.

"We have got a big surprised for you girls. Gifts from the Round Table Committee. They believe that these will spice things up for your upcoming match."

"Check this out!"

And they unveiled the game changer in the world of Sensha-do .

~0~

"Ok…What am I looking at here?" asked Erika.

Then began the sequence of Kuromorimine sailors doing these 'cutie' poses as they said the word in Engrish.

"Smile!"

"Sweet!"

"Sister!"

"Sadistic!"

"Surprise!"

"Service!"

"SCHWERER PANZERSPÄHWAGEN SIEBEN KOMMA FÜNF ZENTIMETER SONDERKRAFTFAHRZEUG ZWEIHUNDERT DREI UND DREISSIG. VIER PANZERABWEHRKANONEN WAGEN! (Heavy Armoured Reconaissance Car with 7.5 cm caliber armament. Special Purpose Vehicle 234!)"

Following Elena's word, the main armament fired a blank shell.

Every member and sailor applauded for her boastful introduction for the said vehicle.

"I have so many questions..."

"And my German vocabulary has just increased by one." said Karen.


Me: I have a dream! That one day GuP abridged series will be continued.

- Achievement: [Wishful Thinking] -

Me: Ahh...

Inner Me: Did you know that your story is on Fanfic Recs of Girls Und Panzer tvtropes?

Me: Oh yeah? *thinking the story's name is only on recommend and that's it.* Cool.

Inner Me: Did I also mention that your fanfic has its own tvtropes pages?

Me: Cool. Cool. Coo...*realization moment*

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

*got ascended into the heaven*

Hallelujah~ Hallelujah~ Hallelujah!

Thank you so much SSgt_LuLZ (and other creators, if there were) for creating the tvtrope pages. It completely took me by surprise. To be honest, I didn't think the series would have gained such attentions.

I have a blast reading it! It's weird that nobody is mentioning this to me at all…

Anyway, I will try not to let my ego ride on it too much...

Inner me: *reading* This guy's writing is better than yours, the summary is even better than yours.

Me: Give me a break, English is not my first language...

Inner me: Koume's name is spelled wrong though. It's Koume, not Komue.

Me: It will get fix later with batch update…

Inner me: Ah, the Irony section. Got the wrong character. It's Junko, not Haruna. Oh the irony.

Me: ...

Inner me: *continued reading* Engineers? Don't you mean…mechanics?

Me: Please don't go Grammar/ Vocabulary Nazi on the creator now!

Inner me: Well, *put the peaked cap on* gang. Looks like we're going to work over time this week!