Girls und Panzer x Transformers fanfic
Episode one: Pilot
So this was a new idea I had for one of my favorite animes. Inspired from when I remembered about the tank Desepticon from the first Transformers. So if you guys think this will be a good idea do share your thoughts with me please.
War on Cybertron started off as nothing more than political parties looking to gain the power to do by what was right for the planet, but of course words are merely an illusion to make those look away from one's true intensions.
This led to the power to be given to the wrong hands in the end.
The Decepticon's rose as an army and formed a hierarchy that looked to cure Cybertron of its problems with order and class.
However, where there is a plague, there is something to always fight back.
The rebellious Autobots emerged as the last shred of hope for Cybertron's survival, and gateway to a peaceful life.
But eventually all lights eventually flicker and die.
And this light was but a dim.
And now in the vast of space the last bit of hope remains scattered among the stars.
One of these fragmented hopes soared like a comet through the cold emptiness past nebulas, planets, asteroid belts, and other beauties of space. Guilded by the hand of fate, this comet was set on a trajectory for a planet far away from Cybertron and hopefully…
From Decpticons.
Earth
The ocean was looked upon by the bright gaze of the moon. It's white light turned the water into a sea of shimmering diamonds.
This effect was overcasted by the shadow of a massive aircraft carrier that sailed slowly through the water. This behemoth of a ship despite its size was ghostly quiet. It's surface speckled with lights of urban areas while patches of darkness indicated forest or less occupied areas.
Among the trillions of stars that twinkled in random order as if communicating with each other, one stood out. It's illumination grew in intensity until it was close enough to be distinguished as an asteroid. The crackling ball of hot light plummeted into the ocean thirty yards from the starboard stern.
The displacement of water coming back in caused a tower of sea water to shoot up before returning back down. Aside from the steaming bubbles that emitted from the point of impact there was silence.
The ocean suddenly burst into a spray off mist as it spat out a large object.
The object in question seemed to resemble a human like form. Using its hand it struck the hull, but the armor was too thick to penetrate. As the alien began to slide down its hand was thankful to have latched on to a metal ring.
After a few minutes a large metal hand came over the side of the ship and dug its fingers into the metal platform and brought the rest of itself over. Its body flattening railing and knocking down a light pole.
The sharp crack of shattering glass startled the alien causing it to flee into the forest to avoid being compromised. Its large metal feet imprinting into the ground as it ran, its pink glowing eyes scanned for anything with a heat signature. Nothing but trees, boulders, and grassy hills.
The alien noticed an unnatural dirt path cutting through the forest. Its eyes examined the trail further to find unusual track marks in the dirt. When the aliens scanners outlined the marks its database recognized them as tread marks belonging to tanks.
The aliens' battle instincts sharpened excessively as this knowledge came to mind. The visitor from another world came to seek simple refuge, not a fight with its inhabitants.
The metal figure moved with the shadows of the towering trees. The only part of it not cascaded in darkness was its pink jewel like eyes. Caution was thick, but urgency was making the alien move quickly. It was stop, scan, move, and repeat for a while until a much larger clearing was just ahead with a more leveled terrain.
The alien emerged from the forest into a desert dirt like area. The entire area was a square of dirt to separate itself from the luscious green forest. It seemed that this was some sort of training ground, possibly for the tanks that left those marking earlier.
On the right was a large parking lot with little to no vehicles, and any that were there weren't in very good taste.
The alien shook its head at the thought of using any of those cars as its night vision zoomed in on the structures in front of it. They turned out to be several garages all lined up together and likely containing something more to the visitors liking.
The garage doors were kept locked with a heavy duty chain with a lock.
The android pointed its finger at the chain. The tip of it shifted back and a laser shot out which cut through the chain wet paper.
The chains rattled as they fell to the ground.
Sliding the doors open the moonlight krept in and illuminated everything in its white light. The shadow of the alien stretched across the floor as it stepped in. Its mechanical parts quietly hummed as it moved in and its feet clanked against the hard floor.
It didn't take long at all for the interstellar being to take notice of the line of war machines. It was like the android was out shopping for clothes. Which in a way you could say it was.
The tech was outdated by decades, and with such little knowledge about these machines it made choosing based on firepower and durability like shooting in the dark. This would have to be a situation where you judge a book by its cover.
There were eight tanks all bearing rather peculiar markings, but besides that each one stood out with some sort of characteristics. Some were large with bulky armor with either a large turret or small turret. Then there was the barrel size in turn that was to consider. Two tanks were rather short in height and had no rotating turrets.
The android itself had to take its own size into consideration, and if its scans were correct, only three of these vehicles would suffice.
The first option was an olive green tank with a large body with a fair amount of armor. The turret of the war machine was small with a 47mm barrel, but there was another 75mm cannon sticking from the hull.
Next was a dark grey tank with possibly the toughest armor of the bunch which would prove to be a problem, as the weight of the armor would sacrifice speed and mobility for durability. The fire power on the other hand could make up for it on the other hand, and it would give itself a range advantage on its enemies.
Lastly was a mud brown tank with armor surrounding its hull, but the armor seemed light enough to give it the mobility it needed. While the fire power wasn't as impactful as the second one, it still wasn't a factor to be overlooked. The canon would even still give it the necessary range it needed.
The androids pink eyes gleamed as its mind was made on the winning tank. Green lasers beamed from its face and covered the tank in strobing green. Once the scan was complete the lasers stopped. The robot's body seemed to jolt and shudder before its body started to reform itself. It's smooth silver armor now clunky and robust. Its legs lined with wheels up the calves and quads. The two long sleeves of side armor plating parallel to its left forearm while several shells shifted into the humerus of the arm. Its right arm lined with treads from the wrist up to the shoulder. Even the shape of the head morphed into a triangular helmet shape and round neck armor.
Now only one problem remains. There couldn't be two of the same tanks.