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"So, you're sure about this command, I'm a pilot, not a tanker." Christian says.
"The terrorist group, Dragon Army, lead by Drago Bloodfist, is strong with many tanks, but weak in air forces, to have many pilots is a waste." An unknown voice says. "One of the reasons you went home was to find people suitable for these tanks."
"I have reviewed each of the vehicles. I have a good selection for each." Christian says.
"Good, now, let me introduce you to your partner. Cecilia? You there?" The man asks. His shaded face disappears and is replaced by the face of a blonde woman, not much older than Christian himself.
"I hear you loud and clear sir." Cecilia replies.
"Cecilia, meet Christian, otherwise known as Emerald Knight." The man says, "Christian, this is Cecilia, a recruit fresh out of training."
"Pleased to meet you, Cecilia." Christian says. Cecilia nods.
"Christian, you'll bribe the A-11 NightFury, missile variant. Cecilia, you'll take on the F-1209 Nadder, SpineSpike variant. I'll leave the rest of the arrangements to you." The man says. Christian nods, before the screen goes blank.
The next day.
Christian wakes to sunlight streaming through his window. He sits up and sighs as he looks out towards the army base.
"Tanks, huh?" He says. He sighs again as he readies himself for the day. He reviews each of the tanks' characteristics. First is the Z-1011 Zippleback, two tanks in one. While together, both 102mm cannons are aimed and fired by the driver of the right tank, each turret able to lift and lower based on the angle of fire, and the tank is able to split into two separate tanks. Next is the T-4829 Gronkle, a real powerhouse. It's 150mm cannon can blast a target up to five miles away, although the optics system will analyse every target very quickly, so the driver needs to be someone who understands complex statistics. With two feet of armor all around, the Gronkle can really pack a punch, and brush off even the worst of wounds. Next is the M-1211 Nightmare, a real brawler. Out of all the tanks, it has the strongest gun, and whooping 250mm cannon able to hit a target up to seven miles away. Although it only sports a foot of armor. A fast reload and a max speed of sixty six miles per as well as the gun is it's strong suit. Then there is the F-1482 Deadly Naddar, the co-commander, so to say. It's 225mm gun is nothing to scoff at, with an outstanding range of seven miles. It only has a half a foot of armor though, but it has a top speed of seventy seven miles per. The SpineSpike variant sports a machine gun on the front armor plate. while the TailSpike has one on the turret. And finally, there is A-11 Nightfury, the assassin. It's modified 200mm gun has a special muzzle suppressor that reduces noise and muzzle flash, while maximizing impact damage, and can hit a target at ten miles away. It has the fastest overall speed of ninety miles per. The missile variant sports two sixty pod valkyrie missile launchers, all missiles optimized for stealth, while the plasma variant sports an experimental Plasma repulsor, which will launch concentrated ball of electromagnetic plasma. Christian sighs as the six how come into mind are only ninth graders.
"Hey Christian?" Hiccup says, opening his bedroom door. Christian nearly tears the papers in half as he turns around.
"Jesus Christ! Knock a little Hiccup!" Christian says. "Yes?"
"What are you looking at?" Hiccup asks. "Oh, and, the principal is on the phone for you."
Classified documents." Christian says,nodding. Yesterday, he contacted the principal about the tanks and gave the names of the six students he found fitting for them. Christian nods and heads downstairs. There, he finds Astrid sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.
"That will stunt your growth is certain places Hiccup might find appealing." Christian causally says, passing her. He gives a chuckle as her face turns red, she puts down her cup.
"Christian!" Hiccup and Astrid shout. He chuckles as he picks up the phone.
"Hello? Principal Jorgensen?" Christian says.
"Well, I have talked to the teachers about the six you've suggested, and found out their personalities are suited for their respective vehicles." Spitelout says. "Their approved, just remember that one of them is my son."
"Yes sir, can you contact them and tell them to meet me at the airfield." Christian says. Spitelout grunts in approval and hangs up. "Hiccup, Astrid, give me five minutes, then come with me to the airfield."
"Sure." They both say. Christian nods, before heading upstairs and changing into an army suit. He gets ready for the day, then meets Hiccup and Astrid by the door. He nods for them to follow. He opens his phone and dials a number.
"Cecilia. It's time." he says, and hangs up. As they rise over the hill, four figures are seen. In order from right to left, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs, and lastly Snotlout. All four are angry that their Saturday Morning was cut short. A jeep rolls up as Christian and co. arrive.
"Morning." Cecilia says, exiting the jeep. The younger teens line up.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Hang on! Why are we here? Who is her?" Snotlout says, pointing to the older blonde girl.
"Cecilia, gang. Gang, Cecilia." Christian says. The six nod as Cecilia waves. "I bet you're wondering why you're here,Gobber?"
"Welcome the Dragon Training!" Gobber yells as hangar doors begin to open. The eight teens flinch.
"Thanks Gobber." Christian mutters.
"Dragon… Training?" Hiccup asks.
"Well, I have selected each of you for your specific traits. These vehicles you are about to see are Dragons in their way." Christian says as the hangar doors finish opening behind him. Inside are eight tanks. "Gobber."
"Right!" Gobber says, standing by a wide green tank with two turrets. "Ruffnut, Tuffnut. This beauty is the Z-1011 Zippleback. This tank has the ability to split into two tanks. Each has a 102mm gun that can hit a target up to five miles away. It has a foot and a half of all around armor and can move at sixty miles per hour. It has a traverse speed of twenty degrees per second." The Thorson twins smirk evilly. Gobber moves to a bulky brown tank. "Fishlegs, you'll take the T-4829 Gronkle. This powerhouse has a 150mm cannon with a range of five miles. Two feet of armor all around. Turret traverse speed of twenty degrees per second and top speed of fifty miles per. You're the shield, use your armor. The optics system will give you statistics on enemy vehicles." Fishlegs nods in determination. Gobber moves to an impressive looking red tank. "Snotlout, this here is the M-1211 Nightmare. This powerful tank has a 250mm cannon that can hit a target up to six miles away. With a speed of sixty six miles per, your armor is pretty low, with a foot of protection. It has a reload speed of five shells in five seconds and a traverse speed of twentyfive degrees per second." Snotlout nods arrogantly as Gobber moves to a two fast looking blue tanks. "Astrid, Cecilia, this here is the F-1482 Deadly Naddar, SpineSpike and TailSpike variants. Both sports a 225mm cannon capable of hitting a target up to seven miles away. With a speed of seventy seven miles per, your armor is half a foot. She has a traverse speed of thirty degrees per second. The TailSpike, Astrid's, sports a machine gun on the turret. The SpineSpike, Cecilia's, sports a machine gun on the frontal armor." The two blondes nod. Gobber walks over to two sleek midnight blue tanks. "Hiccup, Christian, here's the A-11 Nightfury, Missile and Plasma variants. The A-11 sports a 200mm cannon with a suppressor that reduces noise and muzzle flash, while increasing penetration power, also giving a range of ten miles. It has a top speed of ninety miles per and a traverse of thirty degrees per second." Snotlout does a spit take with the coffee he was given.
"Ninety miles per hour!" Everyone but the eldest three shout. Christian nods.
"That's not it," Gobber starts. "It is optimized for stealth, dead silent while running. Now, the Missile variant, Christian's, sports dual launchers on the turret, each holding sixty pods, with five missiles each. The Plasma variant sports the experimental Plasma cannon. Which fires a blast of electromagnetic plasma the destroys the target and causes an EMP effect to nearby electronics." Christian nods in satisfaction while Hiccup stands in awe.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Snotlout shouts. "Why have we been 'chosen' to operate these?"
"About the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth Lout." Christian says. "One, the infamous terrorist group, Dragon Army, led by Drago Bloodfist, has set their sights on Berk, and they are strong in ground forces. Your personalities are to blame for being here, the Zippleback is a dual tank, so you'll need people who are close enough to operate on the same wavelength. That's where the Twins come in. The Gronkle needs someone skilled in statistics, Fishlegs' fortie. The Nightmare has a powerful gun, causing many people to become hotheaded. Have someone already hotheaded begin driving won't alter their personality. The Naddar needs someone with a independent personality, Astrid is perfect for the position. Though, I don't know much about Cecilia, i can assume she is picked for the same reason. Hiccup's personality suits him with the Plasma variant of the A-11 because of the plasma cannon's experimental tech, and Hiccup might be able to perfect it and as such, was put with the Plasma variant. My love for explosions puts me with the Missile variant." Christian says. Snotlout nods.
"So, who thinks they can drive one of these things now?" Gobber asks. None step forward, until Christian calmly walks up. "Lt Haddock, you think you have a idea how to operate a tank?"
"Give me a minute in the seat, that's how i learned the basic controls for the Harrier." Christian says offhandedly. Cecilia's eyes stap to him with a gasp.
"Yea, that was surprising when you just took off on your first time in the cockpit." Gobber says, a slight chuckle in his voice. Christian gives a short laugh, before jumping into his tank. After a moment, the engine roars to life and Christian slowly moves the tank forward, he stops, turns the turret, and fires the blank round loaded, after repositioning the turret, the gos down the vacant runway at full speed, before doing a U-Turn drift and heading back. He parks in the same place the tank was before and hops out. He turns to the amazed teens behind him with a little smirk on his face.
"Dragon Army won't know what hit them." Christian says, and the shouts of agreement fill the air as the sun sets on the Saturday