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"He's name is George Stuart" Daulton stated to everyone in the hanger, "Born and raised in, Stanford Virginia, George was driving a tank before he even took his first steps."

"Aren't you overexaggeratig a bit?" Miho commented, but was ignored.

"You got a problem Nishizumi!"

"He never addresses by my family name before."

"Must be serious," Saori quipped.

"Ok don't believe me," Daulton said stepping down and sat with the rest of the girls, they all sat with awkward silence as Daulton waved his arms towards the front, "... Well... ! Let's see that game plan you girls got cooked up."

"Uhh... " Miho drew out in confusion as their guest just joined the audience of their team, rolling out a chalk board Saori and Yukari flipped the board where it was left unused, "Alright, so here's our game plan. First we'll-"

"HE'S ALREADY GONNA PREDICT THAT!" Daulton cut off even though he's shouting from the from the front row.

"... Then we'll just send-"

"HE'll HUNT THEM DOWN, NO MATTER HOW MANY SCOUTS YOU SEND!"

Practically testing their patience at this point Miho was starting show visible annoyance imprinted on her face.

"... I'm sorry, am I distracting you?" Daulton asked politely as if he did nothing wrong.

"Gale, can you please be quiet," Yukari requested, "We're trying to discuss tactics with our match with Anzio High."

"I don't know what you're girls talking about, I'm just sitting here and to give you some support... " Daulton put it pretending that his outbursts never happened.

"... Ok... " Miho brushed off with question, but returned to the board with a stick of chalk in hand, "We'll set up-"

"IF I MAY CUT IN FOR A MOMENT!" Daulton but in.

\X/

From outside the hanger the doors cracked open and Daulton was pushed out from meeting as the girls weren't gonna get anything done with Daulton continuously interrupting them. Shoved just far enough the girls then slam the door shut and Daulton heard what sounded like a bolt sliding into place so grasps the handle to jiggle it then feeling that the steel door refused to reopen for him.

"Fine, I guess you girls have it all in the bag this year," Daulton shouted through the door, "Go give them hell," he then finished walking off the campus to slap his hands together, "Welp... off to make surprise visit."

\Saunders Carrier/

The front doors swinging wide open Kay had brought George over to where he'll be staying with the rest of the tankery team.

"And here are our dorms," she presented, "And if you follow me, I'll take you to your room."

The dorms itself was two stories high, looking the hall George can see the living room on the other end only seeing one end of a couch and coffee table in front of it, but right now wasn't the time to unwind. Following Kay up the stairs George finally took notice of the echo his foot steps made, he didn't hear anyone else in the building, it was suspiciously quiet.

"Just down this hall," Kay guided before coming to an end of a door, unaware of the girls peeking out from their rooms, "And here is where you'll be staying."

Unlocking the door Kay stepped away to let George walk in first, the room being a fair size for a young man, smaller than a dorm for four or five girls, but was no broom closet. The cot that was tucked in the corner had an XL twin mattress with olive green blankets wrapped so perfectly there was not single wrinkle with nightstand standing by its side. A dresser stood on the right side of the room with a small flat screen on top, a small couch also occupied the room on the opposite end, it felt like a standard hotel room, so it's nice and cozy.

"This will do nice," George commented throwing his duffle bag onto his bed.

But as he turns back to Kay three other girls were now present in the room with them.

"And these are your new crew mates you'll be commanding under you," Kay introduced, but it obvious from the girls' faces that they were less enthused about their new commander.

"What's with the sorrow faces dolls," George taunted and immediately the sound of a truck horn was heard blowing outside.

Looking out the window Alisa and Naomi spotted a semi truck hauling a trailer with a tarp covering the tank towards one of the Saunders' school hanger.

"Hey, George, good news your tank has arrived," Kay notified.

"You mean my best friend?" George corrected as he exited out the room with everyone in tow.

\X/

The sound of cannon fire thundered across the green field as rows of Matilda tanks fired down the range, their shells burying deep within the mounds of dirt of their practice targets. While inspecting from a distance Darjeering elegant sipped away of here warm steaming tea, sitting on lavish velvet cushion stool, with Orange standing by just in arms reach with a kettle of cream.

"Is this seat taken?" Daulton asked walking up to make his presence known.

"Peter Daulton! What a pleasant surprise, please do seat down," Darjeering warmly greeted her guest, "This is a sudden visit from the lover of Ms. Akiyama, how did you get to our carrier?"

"I just borrowed the old reconnaissance plane that was just hanging around in the lower levels," Daulton explained as he rested and looking down to school's grounds Darjeeling spotted an old cessna airplane that looked like it was being held together by duct tape alone.

"And I assume you didn't come here to join us for a cup of tea," Darjeeling nailed it right on the nose.

"No, but now that you said it I am a little parched."

With it being said Darjeeling looked over to Orange to give her a slight nod, the innocent Orange took sign walking to the table that held the pot that contained the tea of the day, setting a hand-held plate with a tiny porcelain cup sat perfectly at its center Orange poured the tea. The warm liquid rising to its limit Orange seized filling and was then waved off by Daulton singling that he could take care the rest himself. As Daulton added in a couple of sugar-cubes Darjeeling took another quiet sip as he stirred the two ingredients together.

"How are those nasty scratches on the side of your head doing you?" Darjeeling asked of Daulton's health.

"Nasty? Yukari thinks it just adds more character to me, rugged looking too," Daulton deflected, but was followed by a small scratch over them, "Although it does itch time to time."

"I'm guessing you're here because the new teammate that Saunders High had just acquired?" she asked correctly without having Daulton giving her any hints.

"Was it that obvious?" he wondered and took his first sip.

"Well the exploits of that poker game you had with Kay was made loud and clear from a girl who really likes her gossip."

Daulton rolled his eyes so far he can only think of one girl back at Ooarai that was your typical high school girl, but he continues.

"Then maybe you should know this is gonna be a little more serious."

"I believe we here at St. Gloriana are more than capable of handling your old friend of yours."

"We're not friends," Daulton corrected, "And George isn't some hot-shot, rookie, lose-cannon. He might act like a teenage scum-bag face to face, but once he gets on some treads he become's a different beast entirely."

"I feel as though you might be making too much of a fuss over this," Darjeeling commented ever so calmly.

"Don't tell me you don't believe me either?"

"You had this conversation before?"

Sighing Daulton took another sip of the tea, meanwhile Orange had set a cup out for herself, but as she tilted the pot only a few drops flowed out from the snout, inconvenienced Orange took off with the pot in hand leaving her commander and guest to themselves. Glancing over her shoulders Darjeeling counted the paces her redheaded friend took now certain that she wouldn't hear them.

"On a side note, no one knows the little deed we did a while back?"

There was a pause of can be easily described as awkward silence as Daulton took one big last sip of his tea before responding back.

"It's just rumors, besides... Yukari will kill me," Daulton tried to reassure her then sets the cup back on its plate gently, "Anyways, I'll be heading home then."

"On that flying death trap?" Darjeel exclaimed.

"I've flown worse," Daulton deflected, but at that very moment the legs of the cessna collapsed causing the propeller to pop off, and the wings to snap in half.

"How about we drop you off."

"Yeah... that's fine too."

\Saunders' Hanger/

The massive truck rolls through, the doors had to be open before the truck came close as it was too late to slow the breaks to fully stop, with the wheels finally hissing to a halt. Lowering the ramp to the trailer the girls present gathered around to see the new addition to their already bloated arsenal and George and Kay coming in to greet the arrival of the new vehicle.

"So? what you got under that tarp?" Naomi questioned, trying to hold back a demanding town.

"Well you are in luck sugar, because it's time for the great unveiling," George then made his way towards the back of the trailer leaving Naomi blushing either of embarrassment or in anger from the cuties name given to her.

Climbing up the trailer, unhooking all the bungee cords George grasps two fists full of the blue tarp, the girls stood with anticipation dying to know what's underneath, and with a quick tug the tarp came flying off.