The next day afterschool…

"Alright girls, you all heard that we have an exhibition match with St. Gloriana," said Wallaby, as she paced around. "That means we gotta get some practice. St. Gloriana is most likely to use a bunch of Matildas with their Churchill, so we'll split up in two. The Grants are kinda similar to the Matildas, so the Stuarts and Sentinels will be practicing against them. Remember that St. Gloriana will know what they're doing, so watch out. Any questions?"

A voice emerged from the crowd in front of Wallaby, as a girl with blond hair tied into a long braid, wearing her iconic medical eyepatch stepped forward. "Why are we using the Grants as practice when we have Matildas? Like, I don't know, but aren't the Matildas a lot closer to what St. Gloriana have than the Grants?"

Wallaby sighed, before answering the question. "Eyre, is it? We would use the Matildas, but they are all damaged right now." She stopped, glaring at Victoria and Tanami with violent intent. "So they won't be able to be used anytime soon."

"What will we use then?" asked Eyre, still confused.

"Look," said Wallaby, now a bit annoyed. "Just get in the Stuart and don't ask questions. Dismissed!"

The two M3 Medium Grants started their engine, before driving away as the other crews made their way to their tanks. Two Stuarts and one Sentinel started their engines, before cruising along the flat plains of Koala Forest's schoolship.

"Alright girls, remember what you learnt. Stick together and ambush the enemy. We shouldn't rush ahe-". Her sentence was cut off as soon as she saw her two accompanying Stuarts rushing ahead of her, and disappearing out of sight. "Ahead. Goddamn it, Stuarts! Return to the Sentinel!"

Her orders fell on deaf ears as she received no response. She turned to her crew, dumbfounded on what was going on, before sighing.

"This is Grant 1, reporting no enemies in sight." the Grant commander relayed.

"This is Grant 2, no enemies have been spotted." the second commander reported.

As if her words had been heard by the light tanks, two Stuarts, with their iconic high profile appeared over the hill, charging at full speeds.

"Target located! All tanks, fire!"

Four shells flew towards the Stuarts, detonating and kicking up a huge dust cloud. The four barrels, now smoking, turned to adjust to the dust cloud, as the two light tanks found their way out of it, still relentlessly charging the Grants. One of the medium tanks turned its turret, adjusting for the movements of the leading Stuart, before firing its light 37mm cannon. The shell bounced off the angled hull of the Stuart, as it returned fire, hitting the spoonson of the large hull mounted 75mm cannon, disabling it. The second Grant turned its hull towards the trailing Stuart, before firing its hull gun. The massive shell connected with the Stuart's small profile, before releasing a cloud of smoke, the Stuart emerging completely unharmed.

"You loaded a smoke shell?" The commander asked her loader. "Why would we need smoke shells for an engagement like this?" The Grant rocked, its crew were flung to the left side, before tipping, shells flying around in the tank and the crew falling onto each other. A cloud of dust picked up inside the cramped tank. When the dust settled, the students noticed the orientation of the tank was completely wrong, as the commander climbed out of the side hatch, now on the roof. Opening it, she saw that her Grant had tipped over, with a Stuart pushing on its tipped hull, while the second Stuart slid to a halt, its gun smoking. She turned her head to the other Grant, a hole in the back came into view, as its white flag popped up, indicating its knockout. Her own vehicle had had their white flag appear already. Finally, she heard a faint rumbling sound coming from over the hill, as the Sentinel climbed over the crest and into the vision of the four tanks. The hatch on the turret opened, as Wallaby poked her head out.

"Victoria, Eyre! Why the hell did you run off?" she yelled at the two dismounted Stuart commanders. Wallaby looked to the two destroyed Grants, with no damage to the Stuart tanks, before speaking again. "Oh, uh, good job, I guess. But keep this in mind. If you do this again, especially during our match, there will be very serious consequences."

Platypus climbed out of the Sentinel, standing on top of it next to Wallaby, whispered something into her ear. Suddenly, Wallaby stood up.

"Oi! Victoria, Eyre!" She shouted towards the two tank commanders. "For disobeying orders, you and your teams have been assigned organising barbecue supplies. Now get a move on before I use the Sentinel to incentivise you!"

Victoria and Eyre grumbled in compliance, as their respective crews got out of their tanks and walked away with them.

"Well now that that's all over," Wallaby said to the crews of her Sentinel and the two disabled Grants, "Let's get to the pub. Drinks are on me today." The students cheered with joy, as recovery vehicles arrived and loaded the two wrecked tanks on them to be taken away and repaired.

Eyre and Victoria stood side by side inside a massive warehouse, with clipboards in their hands.

"You've certainly got a fun bunch for a crew." said Victoria, looking towards the trio of girls, fumbling around with crates of what looks like beer. "What are their names?"

Eyre looked at her, before turning to the three girls. She pointed to a girl, with long brown hair and a small bun tied up. "That's Yarra, our loader. She's fun to be around, but never challenge her to a game of arm wrestling. She had her arm torn off by the Thunderbolt's breech a while ago, but now she has a kick ass prosthetic arm."

Eyre pointed to the two girls next to Yarra, who were almost identical from Victoria's perspective. "Those are the twins. Murray and Darling." Eyre pointed to the girl with long hair falling to her right side, and a small red bow protruding out. "That's Darling over there, the first twin. She's our wack job driver, but she's good. Rumour is that she was expelled from St. Gloriana for rampaging in a stolen Crusader, so she knows her tanks." Eyre now pointed to the other girl, with shorter hair and a large white ribbon. "Finally, that is Murray, the second twin. She's just as bat shit crazy as her sister, but she's a good gunner. She hit the Tea Garden's meeting room from over two kilometres away with a high explosive shell, so you can count on her to hit a target."

Now taking a step back, Eyre began to speak again. "Then there's me. I used to go to St. Gloriana, but apparently driving tanks off the edge of the schoolship is an expellable offence. Wallaby was looking for experienced commanders, so here I am at this crazy school."

Eyre pulled the sheet of paper off her clipboard, and stuck it onto the nearest crate, before marking it with a '1' using a permanent marker, indicating that it would go to the school.

"Woah, what are you doing? We're supposed to be organising the alcoholic and non alcoholic beer so they go to the right places. I don't think you've done it right."

Eyre shrugged, before speaking again. "Just wing it. That's what I do with my tests. I just want to go home and rest. What's the worst that could happen?"

Victoria sighed in agreement, before quickly scribbling on her piece of paper and placing it on top of the crates, before marking the crates with a '1' using a permanent marker. By now, both Eyre's and Victoria's crews had already left, as Victoria and Eyre quickly put away the clipboards, and ran for the door. The lights flickered as Eyre flicked the light switch, flashing over the crates marked with a '1', over the text that read, 'Alcoholic beer', before the lights shut down completely.