Tales from the First Panzer Division
Mission Seven: Assault





Author's Notes: Thomas/Doc Shounen-Ai, ya have been warned




Commander's Log #567221870, Colonel Karl Lichen Schubaltz reporting. I just received word of a transfer from the Guardian Force. He is now promoted to the First Panzer Division and he is none other than.... you're kidding?? Thomas? Thomas is the transfer??!!! (long pause) Our next mission will not be for another while, so it'll be border patrols and recons until then.




Updated 1st Panzer Division Dossier


Lt. Thomas Richard Schubaltz A.K.A Tommy: Pilots a modified DiBison with an AI system called Beek. Hot-headed and passionate officer, a bit naïve at times. Was a member of Guardian Force and is a ranking officer of the Imperial Armies. Younger brother of Col. Karl Lichen Schubaltz. Seems like Yukiharu Kenshirou, the Division's medic has taken quite a liking to the Lieutenant.




"TOMMY!"

Doc rushed forward and slung his arms around Thomas's neck, smiling happily at the new transfer. Thomas blushed and smiled, sliding his arms around Doc's waist.

"Hey." Thomas spoke up, smiling.

"Is it true you're a member of the First Panzer Division now??"

"Yuppers." Thomas grinned, his right hand slid through Doc's locks of bright auburn hair. "You'll be seeing more of me, baby."

Doc blushed and giggled, then hugged Thomas tightly, causing the Imperial Lieutenant to hug back. The two blossoming lovers were in each other's arms for so long before the clodding of boots was heard behind Thomas. They parted and stood at attention as Karl and Leon stepped from the shadows.

"Welcome aboard, Lt. Schubaltz." Karl saluted, trying to ignore the fact that Doc's standing funny.

"Good to be aboard, Colonel Schubaltz." Thomas saluted, still blushing a little.

"You know there's cold showers to help you with the swelling, Doc." Leon *HAD* to make a comment about Doc pitching a tent in his pants.

"Oh! Major!! Leamme alone!" Doc covered his face, blushing beet red, then rushed off to the restroom.

"That's my second-in-command.... a big pervert." Karl moaned, breathing an exasperated sigh.

"I didn't mean anything by it... but I couldn't help but notice the medic was sprouting oak."

"O-oak!?" Thomas shouted, flustered.

"I forgot... the humor here on Zi is primative." Leon responded in a wry voice, then sighed.

"Let me show you around." Karl interupted the fun, signalling Thomas to follow him. "Our briefing room is Room BRE-88, every morning around 0630 we gather to see if the Emperor has an assignment for us. If not, we're usually given an assigned task for the day... like cleaning duty or kitchen details. If we are given an assignment then you'll be taking orders directly from me or if I am unable to give them... then Mjr. Aethelwulf will be giving them. Trust me, there is no better man suited for this than Mjr. Aethelwulf."

"I heard Aethelwulf's got quite the reputation for getting stuff DONE." Thomas complimented the Exemplar's reputation but Leon kept a professional façade about him.

"Getting the mission done satisfactory is a priority of mine. But keeping my soldiers alive while doing so is TOP priority." Leon responded to the compliment. "I never put the lives of my soldiers on the line if the mission or task is too costly even if the victory is grand."

"I'm sure Karl's taught that to you rather well." Thomas grinned, still close behind Karl.

"I had this attitude even before joining the Imperial ranks." Leon slid his hands in his pockets and looked ahead.

"This is the medical room, Doctor Kenshirou will be in charge here. This is his room, if you are stuck with medical detail, then you'll be taking orders from him." Karl looked in the pristene medical room. "Bimonthly physicals are next week, aren't they?"

"Yes, sir." Leon replied, looking a little disheaveled.

"Good." Karl turned around, his hand on his cast. "I'll have the doctor look at my arm to see if that grafting goop is working."

"Yes, sir." They continued to walk down the hall, taking a turn left.

"This is the lounge, when it's time to kick back and relax, we go here or the Promenade, but you know what that is."

"Yeah."

"I'll show you to your room." Karl turned around and they continued walking.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just drop my things off in my room. I got to do something that requires my immediate attention." Thomas informed Karl, causing the effeminate colonel to turn around.

"Oh? What's that?"

"Beek seems to be experiencing a glitch in its' system. I wanted to fix it and it'll take a while."

Karl nodded once, smiling. "Alright, you have my permission to do so, Lieutenant. Please try and get to the briefing room at 1500 hours."

"Yessir." Thomas nodded, then watched Leon and Karl walk away like so. He set his bag on the bunkbed and walked out, securing his room.

"Tommy?"

Turning around, the blonde lieutenant saw Doc standing there, still blushing but looking a little relieved. His hair was dripping went and his lab coat was damp. Doc's lips were trembling with the biting cold air and being wet. Thomas frowned and stripped Doc of his doctor's coat, then pulled Doc in to get him dressed in some warm, dry clothes.

"Why doncha change in the bathroom there?" Thomas asked, handing Doc an oversized Van Halen t-shirt.

"Thank-you, Tommy." Doc blushed and walked into the bathroom, getting dressed. Thomas pulled the blanket off the bed and waited for Doc to emerge. When he did, he was wearing just the t-shirt, his slender legs sticking out from the shirt in a seductive way. Thomas's nose bled upon the thought of him and Doc 'in the act'. Doc gasped and put a rag to Thomas's nose, frowning. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Thomas smiled, then wrapped the blanket around Doc's shivering, slender body.

"Thank-you." Doc smiled sweetly, gazing in Thomas's green eyes.

"You're welcome." Thomas's fingers gently touched Doc's cheek, then kissed him on the opposite cheek. "I'll be in the hangar if you need me. Hang out in here until your clothes dry."

"Alrighty." Doc nodded, still smiling. He watched Thomas leave, afterwards Doc lied down in the bed, curling up under the blanket.



It was late, the hangar lights were dim. Thomas continued working on Beek even though the clock struck 2400 hours. It was officially midnight, empty trays of MREs lied at the feet of the DiBison. Dinner was pretty much anything Thomas could find in his supplies bag. Beek obvious came before his appetite. He got a message from Karl at 1600 hours, bitching him out for not being in BRE-88 for instructions. He didn't hear the door to the base open and footsteps nearing the DiBison.

"That's a lot of bull."

"Mjr. Aethelwulf. I-i didn't see you there, sir." Thomas put the circuitboard down.

"It's alright. No one notices God walking into the room until He's hovering right under your Zoid. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that lights went off at 1900 hours. Unless you hightail it to your room before the doors close for the night, then you'll be sleeping in that big bull of yours." Leon tapped the back of his hand on the hoof of the DiBison.

"Why ain't you asleep?" Thomas asked, putting his materials down and ready to hop out.

"You kidding me? With the recent attack on Imperial bases by a gang of rogue Guysacks, you think a good night's sleep is what I need right now?"

"Hey.... your funeral." Thomas walked for the door with his arms behind his head.

"I'd like that... a funeral." Leon muttered but followed close behind. "Oh... and lieutenant?"

"Yeah?"

"You got hangar cleaning details tomorrow." Leon pointed to the MRE packages sprawled all under the DiBison.

"D'oh!"



The night was quiet, everyone except Leon was asleep. Leon paced around in his room, unable to sleep. Premonitions of his mortal comrades' demise danced its' dirge in his indigo eyes. Something was going to happen, he was unsure when it would though. Exitting the room, Leon slipped his hat back on his head, followed by his Jimi Henderix shades. He walked up to Karl's room and without disturbing anything important, Leon put a few anti-intruder wards around the door. He followed that until he turned down the hallway to see three men in black skinsuits and ski masks looking directly at him.

"ALARM!!!" Leon shouted in voice and in telepathy, his cause for alarm backed up by gunfire. Leon flew back against the wall with a few gunshots in his gut. He was bleeding aquamarine blood... er.... quintessence. Jinx and Scotty were still in their bed clothes, Jinx in her lacy red panties and bra and Scotty in his boxers and sleeveless Sturgis shirt Jinx aimed her hand at the three intruders and sent a ball of fire out to one of them in the form of a Chinese dragon. He flew backwards, his chest smoking. Scotty shot at the others with his pistol, the intruders opening fire on him. Scotty ducked behind the wall, along with Jinx.

"I love firefights!" Scotty shouted over to Jinx, over the firing of guns.

Jinx chuckled and grabbed Leon's pistol. "Sorry, sir."

"Go right ahead." Leon was concentrating his magic on healing.

She opened fire on the bandits as well, the communicator spoke up from the North Wing of the base.

"More intruders! Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" The gunfire was loud followed by a thud and then static.

"Shit!" Leon shouted, then growled. "If those piss-pots didn't use special silver rounds, I'd be mopping the floor with their dead asses."

"Where's Colonel Schubaltz?!" Scotty yelled over the gunfire.

"He took a painkiller before going to bed!" Leon shouted back at Scotty. "He's going to be out like a light for a while!"

"When we need the Great Colonel the most..." Jinx grumbled, then returned the love, getting an intruder in the chest twice.

Three intruders knocked the wards off the doorframe, then pounded on the door until it opened. They were in for a surprise when they saw Karl standing there in his button-up night shirt and holding a semi-automatic machine gun in his good hand. They froze in their tracks but spotted the cast, they smirked and went to advance when Karl opened fire. The intruders fell down dead, blood oozing from their chests and bodies. Karl lowered the machine gun and sighed. "Thank the gods for Leon's low-kickback machine guns..."

Thomas was also in the fray, heading to the hangar room, acting on Beek's frantic cries. The lieutenant was wearing a an XL Powerpuff Girls shirt and Fox Racing biker shorts, he was also carrying the Beek mobile AI gun. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Doc screaming.

"KENSHIROU!" Thomas shouted, then rushed for the medical room.

A large man has overpowered the frail medic, his hands pinning Doc's over his head. Doc's glasses were on the floor, broken on one lens. Tears poured down Doc's cheeks, mentally begging for someone to help, verbally pleading his assailant to let him go. The man put both of Doc's wrists in one hand while he grabbed a knife from his boot. He laughed as he showed the blade right in front of Doc's vision.

"Pretty ones like you will sell good in the market..."

Before Doc's clothes were ripped off, Thomas shoulder rammed the beefy assailtant in the side, causing him to fall on one of the medical cots. The brave lieutenant held the man at bay, turning his head around to look at Doc. "Go!! Get outta here!!!"

"T-tommy!!!"

"GO!!!!" Thomas went to confront the man when he broke from Thomas's hold and plunged the knife in Thomas's side. The lieutenant screamed, then was slugged in the face. Slowly, Thomas painfully pulled the dagger out, blood oozing from the wound. The large intruder grabbed his gun and approached Thomas, laughing at his dismay.

"You will die, little man.... right no--!!!" A gunshot was heard, Thomas looked up to see half of the man's head missing. He fell forward, almost on top of him, Thomas looked up to see Doc holding a smoking gun. Doc's eyes wobbled and watered, his bottom lip trembling and tears streaked down his delicate, procelain cheeks. The gun in his hands was shaking, Doc burst into tears, in a terror-induced blind fury. Thomas slowly got up, holding his bloody side, then carefully and tenderly grabbed Doc's slender wrist. He took the gun from Doc's slender, blood-stained hands and scooped the frail medic in his arms like a groom carrying a bride.

"T-tommy...! Tommy, I...."

"I-it.... it's okay." Thomas smiled, the pain in his side dulling thanks to the clotting of his blood. "You're safe..."

Bursting into tears, Doc buried his face in Thomas's shoulder and wept. His arms were around Thomas tightly, shaking in terror and with sorrow. The lieutenant slowly carried the auburn-haired kitsune back to his room, ignoring the final rat-ta-tats between the intruders and the guards. Entering his room, he set the frail medic in his bed and stroked his auburn hair.

"Tommy.... I..."

"Shhhhhh.... just rest, Ken." Thomas smiled, stroking his hair like a cat. "I'll be here when you wake."

"O-okay..." Doc closed his eyes, feeling Thomas close to him. Tenderly, Thomas kissed him on the lips, causing him to moan softly. Sitting in the chair beside the bed, Thomas watched Doc sleeping, then he slipped into unconsciousness, his hand on his bloody side.



When Thomas opened his eyes, he was in the medical room, looking up at the lights. There was a few Get Well Soon balloons off to the side, and a bouquet of flowers from Jinx. Along with the gifts was a cute cartoonish bull-plushy looking all cute and meepish, the plushy was from Leon. Thomas looked off to the side to see Doc sleeping in the chair beside him, wearing his doctor's clothes. Sitting up, he leaned forward and kissed Doc on the lips, waking him.

"T-tommy..." Doc smiled, then hugged Thomas closely. "You are alive."

"Yeah, had to come back for you." The blonde lieutenant smiled, then kissed Doc deeply. This caused him to blush lightly.

"Tommy... I wanted to tell you.... I-i love you." Doc confessed in a soft voice.

"I-i love you too, Ken." Thomas smiled, blushing. He was greatly relieved to know that his love was not unrequited.

"Oh Tommy...!" They hugged tightly, but their blissful moment was shattered.

"This is a Kodak moment."

Thomas and Doc turned around, seeing Karl, Leon, Jinx and Scotty standing there smiling at them. They both blushed beet red and got all shy and giggly.

"Well? Don't mind us." Karl smiled at his brother's shyness. "Kiss him, Thomas."

"Yessir!" Thomas gave Doc a big smooch, causing the medic to giggle uncontrollably.

"Ain't love grand?" Scotty smiled, wrapping one arm around Jinx, causing the peppy Asian girl to blush herself.




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