Hello Again bronies and pegasisters, Bb4h here again. I seem to notice that this story aint getting much love from the comunity. I get on averege a veiw count of 8. and that is sad to me. I aint complaining, its just that im confused as to how my sfanfic 'Journy of Life' Is earning more veiws and reviews than this one. I honsetly thought it would take off like a rocket. Oh well. . . . But I still want to continue this story and the two that follow it. So there aint no stopping me. *trips into rabbit hole* FFFFFUUUUUUUUUU...*disapeares into darkness*
The next morning a large rumbling greeted our ears. Well . . . My ears, the rest of the guys and girl were asleep. Slowly I cantered out of the barracks that held all of us in the back of the garage, out into the large open space of the garage itself. The T-34 sat, cold and lifeless, waiting for the rest of the repairs.
The rumbling was slowly getting closer. I thought to myself 'who is doing this at (i look at my watch)5 in the fuck'n morning?' Soon i recieved my answer.
I was just working on refurbishing the drive shaft for the Gear switcher and the clutch. There was a few fragments of shrapnal in there so during the battle, when i switched gears, i initially save the enitre tank from being usless. Hm? oh, well its because if i continued letting the gears grind with all the shrapnal that was in there, then it would have broken both the gears and the drive shaft. not a good thought to have when in the middle of the battlefield.
Upon slinding out from under the tank, my entire upper body covered in grease, i caught a glips of a tank i didnt think would ever come to fruition. "is that the-""KV-1? Eeyup, it sure is" came the mechanic's curt reply. "Luna initially didnt want these used ever again, but she thought it might help you and the new Dark knights out in their future endevors." the mechanic replied, hopping out of the drivers seat.
I slowly walked around the KV-1. The Beast of metal was sitting right before me, and i just looked at it with glee. It was an early prototype, based around the T1 Heavy that the solar empire built. It's later brother, The KV-2, was still used today, but mainly as a defensive weapon. Due to its larger caliber and stronger hull, it was better than the KV-1, but the KV-1 still held everyone on hold. There were mainly eight of the KV-1's laying around the production facility's near the castle.
After a few minutes, the Mechanic softly 'ahem'd' and held out a clipboard with several peices of paper attached to it. I grabbed the clipboard but before i could write anything, he handed me a pen. "thanks." I said, shyly. he just silently nodded and waited as i signed the tank out of his hoove and into mine. There was space in the garage for it to fit with maybe three more tanks the size of the KV-2.
Slowly but surly, i climbed into the seat the mechanic had climbed out of, and checked all the instruments. Everything seemed fine, nothing cracked and nothing was out of mis-alignment. In fact, everything looked factory new! I put the tank into gear and eased her into the garage, turning her around and killing the engine. the noise wasn't as defening as it was in the T-34, but it still held.
The moment i had finnished climbing out of the seat, and into the open space of the garage, i came face to face with my crew. Snippit was looking astonished, while the new recruits were just staring in awe.
"Sir. . . Is that what i think it is?" snippit choked out. I nodded triumphantly, imeadiatly, he rushed over and hopped into the turret, giggling like a child with a new toy.
The three recruits walked up to the tank and all just continued staring untill the femal of the group asked "what is this?" and placing her hand on the tread cover. "This here, young padawan, known as the KV-1. due to me and snippit signing ourselves to the Princess's Dark Guard, we got a new tank." i said, walking up to the turret, peering in to see Snippit having a giddy-fest while simultaniously opening and closing the gun's chamber, and twirling around, checking everything.
one of the recruits, Gear girdle, if i remember, asked "A-are we going to name her sir? Like tradition?" I nodded slowly before looking at them all, snippit poped his head out of the turret hatch and said " I Vote that we name her Deez nuts." we all looked at him. this joke was getting old already. He heard this joke a few weeks ago, and now he was obsessed with it. soon, though, it died off and he was the only one who was still saying that damned phrase. "What?" he said, slowly descending back into the turret.
Gear Girdle then piped up. "what if we name her cinnamon?" We all looked at him. It was indeed a good name, but there was one problem with it. "Gear, buddy, That is one of the other tank's Names. We Have Katyusha, our T-34, over there, but this is a brand new tank." i said, patting the hull, recieving a dull thud repeated three times.
Sunny Days then raised her hand. "What about 'Picking daisy's'?" she asked. I shook my head. "nope, thats another taken name." she then looked down, her face scrunched in thinking.
I hopped off the tank and slowly walked up to the side of it. "what about . . . Spear Head?" They all looked at one another and it seemed to click. "it seems like the right type of name for her, sir." said sunny days.
Nodding, i walked over the rack of paint. Olive drab, no it would blend into the already chosen paint scheme. Navy Blue? nah, to dark to see. white? origianal, but no. then a color spoke to him. A Crimson Red. It would work perfectly. So, grabbing the can and a paintbrush, I walked back to the Tank and Began to pull back the lid.
After thrity minutes, our tank finally had a name and had several decals. On the turret sat its name, Spear head, and on several other parts there were little decals from the crew. I had drawn my cutie mark on the side that i sat on, and The rest of the Crew Added their own cutie marks to where they worked and sat. Gear head had a bit of trouble deciding where he sat. so he just painted his cutie mark, Three sets of gears in the shape of a head, on top of the engine cover. Thankfully, it wasn't large and covered the entire back of the tank.
Upon us getting the last of the ammunition into the tank, The Alarm Gave its annoying klaxon. [if you need a reference, look up halo 2 and listen as the space stations klaxon (mission 1) begins to sound. its like that one.]
We all Rushed to the T-34, when it dawned on us. Use the tank we just got. Of course, that came from Luna's telepathic powers. We all hopped into the tank and began the neccesary routine of starting up the tank. The KV-1 is a good tank when you learn the round-abouts with it. So the start up was a bit catchy. It took Sunny Days four try's to get the tank up and running.
And when she did, boy did it sound like a kitten. It purred the sound of death. We all we jovial at the feeling of power under our hooves. I poped my head out of the comanders pod and Snippet opened his hatch, Sunny days pried open her veiw-port all the way. We Roll out of the garage and slowly pull into the tank-yard, which is now full of T-34's and T-26' and a few T-46's. They all stared at out tank as it passed by, The fresh paint of the NLR's Symbol glinting in the sunlight. Me and The crew that could be seen waved to them all at a leisurly pace. Before the time for worry had been lost, Sunny day's gunned it and we went Sailing into the Everfree woods, a large column of tanks behind us.
"*sigh* this sight never gets old." i say to snippit, both of us watching behings us every now and then, trying to avoind getting smacked with low hanging branches, and avoiding the low-hanging poison ivy. [Unlike earth, poison ivy grows from dead and decaying tree's. and by grow, i mean it grows from the top down.]
Soon we have reached the river banks again, our tanks, the T-34 and the KV-1, had naught a care for the water. But we had to wait for the T-26's and the T-46's to get across safely. After they had made it across, The KV-1 and a couple T-34's made a breakwater, We had rushed the rest of the way. We didnt recive a debriefing, nor did we get our orders.
i quickly grabbed my headset. "Does anyone know where we are going?" i ask, the sound of the wind rushing into the turret might have been a bad thing for the mic, but i needed to know. several 'Negatives' assuaged my fears. "*grunt* ok, then i want half our platoon to split up. Everyone below N group, Go to Cresent Moon Ridge, Keep it safe. Everyone else, Move to give covering fire to Ponyville." i ordered through the headset, garnishing a few 'affirmatives' over the headset.
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Before long, we reached Ponyville, and i could already see several Solar Empire Tanks Rushing around, a couple Sherberts rushed into view, but faltered only a little upon seeing the KV-1. It looked like your averege tank from the front, so seeing the symbols on it was enough to scare them a little. I hopped back down into my hatch, a fresh bullet wound in my shoulder giving some form of reality back to me. Most of my tanks had already started to fire in a continuous fire. It was like a conga line, all tanks fired in unison. It was almost beutifull. if i werent inside the tank.
Before long, quite a few houses had new holes and pock-marks on them from our repetative fire, and the M4 Sherberts were now dead. We all moved forward. "Groups A Through F goes through the east and north side. Groups F through M Move to cover the south side. We'll meet back up on the east side of town." i yelped into my mic. More 'affirmative's' graced my ears. Before Long Our groups were moving along the east to north side. A couple Solar Empire fucks tried to rush our tanks, but ended up dead. Only one came significantly close to killing us. He had jumped onto our tank and tried pulling openn the turret hatch, but snippet held on. I oppened out and popped a clip into his body. I emptied my whole magazine for the Standard Issue Sig-Paw III. The poor sun of a bitch fell off the tank and ended up clearing the treads. He didn't end up squished.
Before long, they came upon a large number of foot soldiers. All of them were holding tubes. And those tubes were Changling Empire Panzerfaust's. And inside those panzerfausts, was Death. Behind the soldiers was several Panzers. Pz. III's to be exact.
"New Lunar Forces! Give Up And walk out of your tanks, Or Be destroyed!" Came the big hat from the Lead .
"Sir, They've got Hell on wheels!" came gearheads short reply. The reason for him fretting is because the 's are a fast little bugger with a decent armament. I've seen two of our T-26's Be shot to hell and a T-34 De-tracked before the little bastard finally came to a halt and finally died. Not only that, but it ment that the truce between Celestia and Chrysalis was strong enough to trade tanks between their aliance. That ment we had more fighting to do.
"I know, i know." i replied "SIr! Awaiting Orders!" came the reply from the leftenent I looked back out the view ports and saw the foot soldiers being a little faltered. There! "Hey guys! They are using Quaker guns!" I shouted through the headset.
Quaker Guns: A trunk of tree made to look like either a cannon or something of tremendous power. Usually employed as a means of 'psyching' an enemy into submission. Can be employed in many positions, but usually fails when spotted to be Quaker guns.
Weapons Log #2436
The failure to notice that some were not quaker guns was a poor miscalculation. Several tanks from B core fired their guns. and in returne, Several tanks from the Solar empire fired back, wrecking the tanks they had chosen. Several A-20's had rolled up from the north sector of the town and fired both of their guns, the cannons and their MG's.
Swaths of Royal guards from the S.E. were cut down, splotches and waves of blood spraying forth from their body's. The tanks being shot at tried to swivel their guns 'round to return fire, but were to easy to kill. Their turrets were the best aim they had, and several of the S.E. tanks exploaded into flames as their ammo racks or their fuel stores were hit. But several of the un-shot tanks returned their good graces by ending four or five of the A-20's.
Several minutes passed by as the smoke from the gun fire cleared. by the time the smoke cleared, several more C.E. Panzerfaust's had fired and ricocheted off several tanks, and the A-20's were now rolling out into the town square.
"thanks for the help guy's." i called, popping the hatch to wave an arm at the A-20's. They just turned their turrets and drove off. However, on one of the tanks, i saw the one symbole that no one liked to see.
"guys, the A-20's are the peace core. Don't fire on them!" i yelled through the headset. I got several 'affirmatives' as a reply.
the peace core is a group that is headed by fluttershy, the element of kindness, and is a non-fight group. they usually do peacfull protests. I wonder what caused them to pilot tanks and fight. they hated killing, so this is compleat dissaray.
Our tanks moved through the town square to enter the market district. On all sides was shops full of wares and whatnot. and in the center of the road stood stalls of foodstuffs or fabric. slowly, we rolled over the stalls and crushed anything below our treads.
upon reaching the corner of 5th and knoll blvd. we turned the tanks to roll down a street that was wrecked by bombs and explosions. the only way you could tell that it had once been a street was the many cobble stones that were scattered about. that and the few civillian cars and trucks that littered the roadsides.
One of the T-26's rolled past my KV-1 and turned the corner in a quick and wide angle. Upon reaching the middle of the street, his tank hit a hole that was dug by a mortar shell, and rocketed out of the hole and into the air. However, a dull *kwang* and the large hole appearing in the bottome of the tank, told all of us that there was somthing in that road.
We all pulled away from the tank that was now rapidly leaking its oil and the blood of anypony who had been hit. Then we heard the dull rumble of an engine starting up. after a couple of minutes several tanks appeared in every veiwfinder. "T-25 AT!" i yelled, ducking as three of the four tank destroyers opened up on us. Upon dropping into the body of the tank, My Veiw ports were mangled by the rounds of the T-25.
"OPEN FIRE, OPEN FIRE!" i yelled through the headset. Several bangs accompanied my comands, and a lound and ear peircing screech assaulted our ears and minds. but thankfully, the screech was only one of the enemy rounds scraping against our turret.
out gun began to fire as well, having opened up and taking out the first of the four tank destroyers, we began to get into it. Another *pang!* accompanied by a scream of pain. I looked from my position to see the MG and assistant driver, Top Notch. He was clutching his left arm in pain. A large hole diagonal from his arm was wide open.
Nodding to Snippit, I hopped down from the turret and next to where Top notch was, Gear Girdle taking my place as reloader. I bashed open a box of sulfa powder and hydrogen peroxide and began working on his arm, breaking open a packege of gauze and bandages. After a tough three minutes of stopping the bleeding from his stump of a shoulder, i wrapped the gauze and bandages around his body. I whipped out my canteen of quadruple distilled whiskey and stuffed his mouth onto the muzzle and had him glug a bit of it. When dealing with stallions or mares who had this sort of pain, it usually did good to dull their mind with alchohol for a bit, just to take the edge off.
After Top Notch was all well and good. (about as good as you can get when you have three fourths of an arm missing!) and climbered up to my spot, Top notch being replaced by Gear Girdle who took his time shooting the tracks of the T-25's While i realoded some of the HE rounds. While i was working on Top notch, our forces had taken out the second T-25 AT and now all that remaind was the last two T-25's. One of which, had yet to fire on us. but from the slight movment i saw from the barrel, i could tell that it was aiming head-first at our tank.
"BRING SPEAR HEAD BACK 20 YARDS!" i yelled. Sunny days, the driver, stared at me, before the plan finally clicked. Snippit didnt understand though. Untill finally, a loud *bang* followed by a bulge near his head took his mind off of it. he lookd through and fired the HE round at the gun of the T-25. Upon firing it, the entire tank blew up, sending a massive fireball skyward. Our turret turned to aim at the last T-25, which was now backing away, still firing its gun, untill it blew up and the static filled call of "Gottem!" caught my attention. "Who got that kill?" i asked through the headset. Several negatives were directed my way untill i poped open the hatch.
Then a pegasis landed right on top of the turret, two 20mm cannons attached in bags on boths of her sides. "ahh... i was wondering when the shadow bolts would appear." i said glumly.
"Hm? oh, Hey Silver!" the shadow bolt replied.
"Nelly?" "yup!" the shadow bolt replied. shit. Nelly, if you're wondering, is short for vanilla sunshine. Me and nelly are friends for, well...for as long as i can remember. She is the only mare that i've met who has lived since the banishment of Nightmare Moon. if your wondering how, its because she's a vampony. yeah... she's the only mare that i kinda like. And due to her skin-tight flight suit, she's able to walk about in the daylight without being harmed.
"*sigh* nelly, why are you out here?" i asked, slapping my face in an epic facepalm. "Well, how else am i to keep my drinking bud alive?" i then gave a short jab at her ankle as i saw a small sparkle. She fell into my arms as the bang was heard, a peice of ugly, narrow metal flying over head. after the shot, nelly took to the sky and flew off, but didnt fly far, she only ,if i know her well enough, she's not gonna stop dropping bombs and whatnot to keep anypony safe.
I droped back into the turret as another shot rang out against the usual pock-pock and the bangs of war. The followinng *PING!* of metal on metal didnt surprise me. "nelly?" snippit asked, looking over at me as he aimed the turret at the source of the sniper fire. Before he fired i said "nelly." He 'hm'd' as he fired the gun, riping off the top part of the town local clock tower.
(thirteen minutes later)
We had moved past several easy fire-fights. eight tanks since the T-25 AT's and they were the standard M3's and M3 lights, so the fights were not a compleat challenge.
We had reached the LZ for the grand pegasus wing. wich was our rendevu point. Nelly ran up to my tank and sat herself down on the gun of the turret. She was always a little loopy. But the heat would probably not pass through her flight suit. Especially the Shadow bolt flight suit. these suits were meant for any kind of weather. So a little heat between the legs would feel like a warm breeze.
snippit, however, had a different idea. upon looking at him, he had a blush and it seemed like he was raising his own personal cannon. "Snippit, you got a panzerfaust in your pants, or are you just happy to see nelly?" i asked. It was supposed to be a genuine question. buuut... i guess you could make of it what you will. i dont mind. snippits blush only hightened and his erection was slowing down once he came to full hight.
"I-i, uh erm... uh, Nothing! nothing sir..." Ijust gave him a stare symbolizing 'what the fuck?' then he added: "uh.. . . no comment?" i finally just gave it up and continued looking through the periscope that's view was blocked thanks to Miss Nelly up on the cannon.
Now, im gonna say that Nelly had one of those kinds of bootys. you know, those kinds of botys. the kind that is perfectly rounded and has no fault in its circular shape. And thanks to the form-fitting flight suit, her booty was accented in the dark colors of the purple, gold and black flight suit. needless to say, so was her breasts. ...? oh, im not the kind of perv your thinking of, lusting after her for only a good lay, but im kinda . . . interested in her. like, romantically if you will. but i,uh, gotta get over my strong crush on Princess luna, first.
Anyway, she rode the cannon of the gun like she owned it, while simultaniously corrosponding wings and squadrons of peggasai into certain parts of Ponyville. I poped the hatch open (what was left of it.) and asked her a question that had been bugging me. well... two questions really.
"hey nelly?" i asked, loud enough to be heard over her incoherant rambling. She looked at me and smiled "yeah Sil?" oh right, we kinda had this nickname thing going on. forgot about my nickname for a bit... oops. Anyway, "You know whats going on at cresent moon ridge?" i asked. Her eyes looked skyward in a thoughtfull manner, before sliding down and her nodding her head. "yeah, our's are brushing aside the light infantry. eight platoons have gone from ours, while ninteen platoons from the S.E. have fallen. That report was brought to me a couple minutes ago." i nodded and asked my next question. "you know whats happened to the rest of my guys in ponyville?" then her smile turned into a frown. "yeah. they are currently being ripped to shreds by anti tank positions and a larger force of TD's than what your guys faced."
I slapped my face. why hadn't i sent more with them?! i then looked back to nelly. "anything your troops can do to help?" she looked thoughtfull for a moment, before nodding vigorously. "yeah. we've already established bombing runs on un-occupied homes and on the enemy positions. and in-" she looks at a watch thats installed into the suit. "-aboooouuutt... two minutes, we are green to be mean." i thanked her, before dropping back into the tank. i didnt bother to shut the hatch. when i opened it to talk to nelly, the only remaining part of it decided to say 'fuck this shit im out' and fall off the hinges.
"well?" asked everybody in the tank simultaniously. i looked at them all, before pulling out the map i had in my front pocket. looking it over, i saw that it had the routes we were supposed to take. now our path was crossed out, removing half of the city from our grasp and putting it into the hands of the foot soldiers. looking at the other side that hadnt been crossed out, i knew just were to go. "Sunny Days, take the road to B4 on your mini map and then move right down Sunrise blvd. and Ash st. and continue untill you see a mass of steel and solar empire soldiers. this will be the battle guys. lets keep our heads down untill we get to position Gama and start firing on the anti-tank battary's. Clear?"
all ponys in the tank replied with 'clear' and we lurched on to our next position.
Hey bronies and pegasister's, Bb4h here again. i just wanted to say sorry for the length of time it took me to type this chapter up. Honestly, the only excuse i have is lazyness and the fact that i kinda hoped for more people to read this and for some to review. But I didnt expect for a max of 10 people to even read this. But i'll take what i can get. Even if its not what i hoped for.
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