One year Later…

Gerald R. Ford Sensha-do Training grounds…

"Hit that right Court!" Jay felt the Hellcat lurch as it turned hard to the right. He grabbed the turret rotation mechanism to make sure it didn't turn the turret by itself. "Come on!"

"1-1, Target 800 yards front!" He heard in his helmet radio.

"Roger 1-2, I see it!" He balled his fist up and showed it to his loader, caleb. He slammed a shell into the breach.

"UP!"

"Round away!" Jay fired while the tank was still moving. The shell sailed through the air at high speed before hitting the target, a dummy tank, square on. "Stop the tank!" The Hellcat lurched forward and skidded to a stop. An M24 stopped next to the tank destroyer. Peterson was standing on the cupola, looking at Jay.

"Nice shot man!" He shouted.

"Thanks, you know i've been practicing." Jay said. Then the sound of 20 and 30mm cannons cracked through the air before the sight of 2 He-219's flew over, jinking.

"Good gun run, but next time do it faster, no more than 8 seconds over the target area." Jay said into the radio.

"Owl 1 copies." He heard.

"Owl 2 copies, we'll be quick." The two white planes flew overhead before heading back to the airfield.

"All right, all units let's call it a day." He got replies confirming. "Take us to the Tank Hangar." Courtney replied by turning the tank in the direction of the storage building, an old Airship hangar, which was affectionately given the nickname of the "Tank hangar."

One by one the tanks rolled into the hangar. First scout team, led by Jay in his M18, consisted of mostly M24 Chaffee light tanks. Next to roll in was sniper team, led by cody. This team consisted of cody's Panther II tank, and a mix of M10 and M36 tank destroyers. The last team in was Shield team, led by Pascal. This team consists of the IS-3, T29, T34 and M26 Pershings. Jay watched as each tank parked in its designated area, and just as soon as the roaring and clinking of treads had filled the air, it was replaced by the murmurs of the tankers as they left. Jay was walking up and down the rows of tanks, making sure they were all there and walking around to see if there were any tell-tale signs of fatigue.

"Yo buddy, still alive?" A voice said nearby. Jay, who was sitting on top of a Pershing's engine deck looked down and saw his old B.F.F squad.

"We brought you some food." Pascal said, holding a bag of what looked like teriyaki.

"Thanks, i could really use it." Jay said, hopping down from the tank to gladly take the food. They made their way to a table in a corner of the tank hangar, and decided to sit down and eat.

"So, any improvement we can make to the practice?" Jay asked before taking a bite of his seafood Yakisoba meal. The group all looked at each other and shook their head. "Well, i guess it would be shooting on the move for me." Cody said.

"You said you didn't want to learn how to shoot on the move. Even after i offered to teach you!" Jay exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you are in a tank destroyer, not a medium tank." Cody said.

"Says the Panther commander." Pascal muttered. Jay chuckled, knowing what he meant. Surprisingly the Panther was a little heavier than the Russian heavy.

"Oh really? Well do you carry a freakin Tiger II cannon on your tank? I didn't think so." Cody said, obviously annoyed about that fact. Jay and Kenji snickered.

"Ok you two, anyway. Whats the status with your tanks. They running well?" Jay asked.

"Im surprised the Panthers transmission hasn't blown out." Pascal said, before receiving a blow to the arm. "OW!" He rubbed his arm. Jay separated the two.

"Ok, let's not have the things get explosive in here, ok? Team bonding." Jay said. They both decided it wasn't worth fighting over facts.

"So, what about our request for a partnership?" Jay asked. They all smiled and looked at Jay. "What's with the smiles? Did we get it or not?" Kenji handed an unopened letter with the Japanese national Sensha-do Federation logo on the stamp. Jay gasped, and started shaking.

"Well, open it!" Jay slowly opened the letter. Luckily, he had been studying Japanese language and was quite fluent. He pulled the letter out and read it aloud.

"Dear JayPac Sensha-do Team Captain,

It is with my deepest pleasure that i welcome you to partner with a school for the upcoming 74th National Sensha-do tournament. We will...uh...huh?" Jay came to a part where the letter was a little bit illegible, but he continued to read parts he could. "We will be expecting your team in Japan for an official meeting with the team captain of the partner school within the next week. Signed Takeshi Kitano?" Jay was confused, he heard about Kitano, especially with his appearance in Battle Royale.

"Well, I didn't know Kitano was a fan of Sensha-do." Pascal said, also surprised.

"Enough to become the president of the National federation in Japan." Kenji added.

"Well, i hate to be a downer, but remember this is the same federation where we had to..ahem..rescue those girls from." Peterson stated. The group went silent, remembering the that day. How could they forget, it was permanently burned into their minds.

About a year ago….

The Blackhawk soared over the skies of the Japan, heading for the rendezvous point. Jay was slouched in the back, thinking about his life decisions. When suddenly there was a scream. Everyone in the helicopter was snapped into attention. Even the Helicopter seemed to snap into attention and it was shook slightly when caleb and courtney gripped the controls tighter.

"Please! I didn't do anything! Don't Hurt me!" The girl who was knocked out had woken up, and when she saw Kenji, she screamed. She kicked Kenji in the face, hard.

"OWW!" He reeled back, gripping his nose. "SON OF GUN! MY NOSE!" He was dripping blood, and Peterson pulled a packet of tissue and gave Miho a stern look.

"We save your lives and this is how you thank us?! You…!"

"Peterson, knock it off!" Jay said before turning to Miho, who was crying. Jay placed a hand on her shoulder, and was shocked to feel that she was shaking so hard. Woah… She looked at him with eyes that could only be described as hurt, or tortured.

"Who-who are you guys?" She asked, panic-like.

"Calm down, Its ok. No one's gonna hurt you." He said, giving a cold look in petersons cody's general direction. "We're part of the 5th Unit of the Boys Freedom Force, or BFF for short. Im Jay, the leader of this unit." Jay said.

"Im Pascal, second in command."

"Im peterson, the rifleman."

"Cody, the assassin."

"And the one you kicked in the schnauz is our Covert Agent, Kenji." Jay said. "Might wanna apologize, but take your time. I know It's a lot to take in." He had forgotten that his hand was on her shoulder, and noticed that she wasn't shaking as much.

"So, can you tell me our name?"

Present day…

"Yeah...I know….But the bright side is, we got the partnership and the ship has changed course and headed for Japan!" Jay said, cheerfully.

"At least then you'll get a chance with someone, knowing your track record Jay." Kenji sneered. The boys all laughed, except for Jay of course. He sighed and tried to change the subject.

"Anyway, the rules state that well be able to bring 15 of our tanks into combat. So, here's what i propose. All the team leaders along with their team of choice get to come along,while the others stay on the GRF as stand-by." Jay explained.

"So that means that I'll take Kenji and D-ray of course. Then two other Pershings." Pascal said.

"Easy for me, that's just two wolverines and two Jacksons. And i'm guessing you're gonna bring four Chaffee's Jay?" Cody stated.

"Correct. Also the aerial units will be stationed here, but we will be able to call them in if necessary. We meet here in two day time. The letter stated that a representative from the JSDF will come aboard to discuss about the movement of tanks and our supplies." Jay said. They agreed and decided to call it a night. Jay was the last one to leave that night. As he was leaving he recalled what they had said about his inability to find that special someone.

Can't get a girl my left ammo rack...i'll show them...but maybe not at the moment...

Two days later…

Jay and the teams of choice were standing outside the tank hangar, in front of their respective tanks. They were all at attention waiting for the representative, who was supposed to arrive via helicopter at any moment.

"Jay, i thought you said, that he was supposed to be here by now." Caleb said quietly.

"I know, maybe he's late." Jay said. Just as he said that the sound of rotor blades filled the air as a JSDF Kawasaki helicopter circled around the tank hangar before landing about a fifty yards in front of the boys. A woman in a JSDF Officer's uniform walked towards the boys.

"Woah...i thought that the representative was a guy" Pascal said whispered to one of his crew. The woman stopped about 20 feet from the group of boys.

"Who are the commander and vice commander of this team?" She asked, in Japanese of course. Jay and Pascal stepped forward, before stopping and saluting them.

"Well, you boys have quite a team. It's gonna take a few days to off load these tanks onto the school carrier you will be assigned to. Oh, where are my manners, I'm Ami Chino!" she said, cheerfully.

"I'm Jay, the Commander of this Sensha-do team." Jay said.

"I'm Pascal, vice-commander of this team." Pascal said. After a long and very specific talk with Ami about the measurements and weight of the tanks, she boarded her helicopter and departed the carrier.

"She may be an adult, but she's quite the looker, isn't she?" Pascal said, later that day in the tank hangar after the debrief of practice.

"Yeah..yeah she is." Jay said, looking out at the selected tanks. "Do you think it's gonna be like the match we saw against kuromorimine and Pravda?" He asked.

"What? No! At least I hope not." Pascal said, remembering what they saw on their last mission. "It's going to be just fine Jay. If our lives are on the line, I wouldn't fight alongside anyone else. War Daddy."

"I told you my callsign isn't 'War Daddy'" Jay said. "Now get some rest, we meet up with the the rest of the team tomorrow about the airlift operations. We move onto our partners carrier in 36 hours." Jay said.

"Yes sir!" Pascal said.

Jay got to his dorm room and flopped onto the couch, and got ready to eat. He cooked some fried chicken for himself as well as a salad and called it a good day. As he was eating it dawned upon him that he always ate this meal before either an important meetup or battle. Tradition is tradition. Jay thought and continued to eat.

That night Jay saw something in his dream, something that haunted him to this day. It was a battle, it looked like it was all going great. He rode atop his hellcat and his scout units were close behind. Then one by one they were taken out by from long range. From where he didn't know. He saw a tank, a Panther turning its turret towards his tank. He ordered a shell to be loaded, but noticed it was JayPac.

"Friendly fire! Friendly Fire!" Echoed in his head. "Jay lookout!" He turned around just in time to see a shell fly right at him...