Hey guys, it's me. The war has begun, but who said it was all just fighting? Finally, the tanks of Sturm Krieg have an off-day. They have to find allies, rest up, and, in Jeff's case, get used to being a tier seven. Well, here's what you can expect, but I still have some surprises for you. I have my usual duo of ustanklover456 and smol mochi to thank, I also have to thank those of you out there that reviewed this. It lets me know this story is getting attention and you guys also give me advice. This helps me make future chapters the best they can be. I have this up to ch6 written so far, I wrote this MONTHS before getting a FanFiction account, so I'll follow the two a day posting method for today and tomorrow. From there, I hope to get a chapter out every other week up until the 2017-2018 school year starts. And, as always, see you on the battlefield :P"- SKORPIONMKXWARRIOR

Chapter 3

"So, this is what being a tier seven feels like?" thought Jeff, who just had woken up from the previous day's battle and his tier jump. "Well, at least I'll be more at odds against the Park Empire's clans. This will be interesting," he said, despite having a weird feeling in his turret, painful almost. He opened the door to his garage just to have have confetti launched at him and cheers and cries thrown his way. He smiled, the gut feeling disappearing... for now.

"What's it like being a T-43. Tell me, tell me, Lazer!" screamed Emily overly excited for her friend. "Come on Lazer tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"It's great, I can only imagine how Park's gonna react when they find out I tier jumped. This is gonna be fun," he replied, lying just a little. "One more thing Em," he added.

"Yeah, Lazer?" she answered.

"I'm off-duty for crying out loud, use my actual name," he joked.

"Finally, Jeff wants to be called Jeff," said Eldrin, making the others laugh. Jeff just rolled his optics.

"Hey guys, it's our day off. How bout hitting the town, anybody with me?" said Aiden.

"On your six! Wait up!" yelled Jeff. And with that they hit the town of Castilla. They looked around the place and found an emblem parlor, the tank's equivalent of a tattoo parlor. They placed Jeff on the "chair" and chose a logo for the place they all met, Fort Creek. This logo was the axe and shield that the place was "supposedly" founded with, who knows the truth? After he got that emblem he chose a Philippine flag for the other side of his turret, right side, because he was ½ Filipino, something surprising that he and Orbit have in common. Hence, their close relationship on the battlefield as well as out and about. Seeing Jeff do this Rob copied him but had the tattoo placed on his hull front. After he had his "tattoo" finished, the group left the parlor in search of an old friend. It only took them a few minutes to find her.

"Hey, Amiira! We're over here!" yelled Emily, running over to hug Amiira. Amiira was not alone. She was being trailed by Grace and Da' Rai-Zha. Amiira was a Comet, Grace was a M41 Walker Bulldog, and Da' Rai-Zha was a WZ 131. They were "escorted" by Malik and Cesar. Malik was an O-NI while Cesar was a SPIC, just like Isabella. They started to hug and greet each other hello when the pain Jeff was experiencing from earlier came back. He started to feel light headed and close to passing out. He couldn't see or hear anything and he couldn't talk at all. The others didn't notice anything was wrong until Amiira tried to talk to Jeff.

"Jeff are you glad to see us! I barely ev-…. Um, are you alright?" she asked him. He just passively stared at them, unseeing. Eventually, Eldrin figured out something was wrong and rolled closer to Jeff. He gasped when he realized what was wrong.

"Guys, Jeff is not ok. He lied to us earlier. He is feeling the effects of a tier jump," he said, a worried edge on his voice. They just didn't know what to do. While this was happening, Jeff was getting closer and closer to passing out. Just as Eldrin realized what was wrong with him, he finally passed out. The others noticed this and knew they had to take him back to his garage. The tier jump put a lot of stress on his system, enough for pain to be felt and light-headedness that led to him passing out.

Back at Jeff' Garage

"I should have asked him to tell the truth. I knew he wouldn't be alright. He tier-jumped after all!" said Robert, berating himself. "I knew he lied, but I trusted that he changed after all this fighting. I should've left him here!"

"Robert, what do you mean? How is it that you knew he would be affected by this? Did you do something to him?" asked Amiira. She wanted answers, and she wouldn't stop until Rob gave them to her and the others.

"I didn't do anything to him. To be honest, Jeff and I have not told you everything about our past when we first met all of you. We both knew each other back when we were both still young, tier two tanks, still learning how to fight for ourselves in the Philippines. We were of a rare variety of tanks there. Most vehicles there were either of American or Asian design. If you weren't American, you were a Chinese, if you weren't Chinese, you were Japanese. My father and his mother however, happened to be separate travelers that married and had children there. While one of our parents were Russian, the other half was common ground for us, foreign designed tanks with Filipino blood. His father was a M48 Patton medium tank while my mother was also a rare tank, being an Object 268. We were Russian born, meaning that we were born as a Soviet tank. We had a lot of shit to deal with growing up, but when we met up a long, long time ago. Our friendship was sealed in from the beginning," he said. Before he could continue, Amiira interrupted him.

"Wait, you guys met at such a young age? How did you guys meet each other?" she asked.

"He saved me when I was still a T-26 getting beat up by T2 medium tanks. The speed he had back when he was a BT-2 left him running circles around them. They couldn't touch him. He just continued to fight until they left, even if it left him in pain at the end of it all. When I asked why he helped me, he answered by simply asking me what model he was. When I realized his model, I assumed we were both half-blood. I guessed right. We were friends since. No one was able to bully us anymore. It seemed to us like we were gods. Well, at least until we teir jumped. I took it perfectly fine. Jeff, however, had... complications. He would get lighted-headed and pass out often for the first few days he was a BT-7. This pattern continued up until now. I thought he might have outgrown it becoming a T-43, but I always had a feeling that I was wrong. And this is where we are now."

"Wait, you are, in a way, purely Russian, so you can only be a Soviet tank. What about Jeff? He's half and half. Would this mean he could tier jump to a M46 someday?" she asked, getting a fair share of feedback from everyone, none of it positive, seeing the situation they're in.

"No, he could never be an American tank. His blood is purely Russian in design. This left him a half-blood in two ways. This has never deterred him though, it always added to his fighting spirit." he replied.

"That's deep Robert," said Emily. She rolled over to Jeff and started to check on him while the others turned their attention back to Rob.

"Neither of us really understood how our half-blooded origin would affect us, but Jeff always was the one to have a strong fighting spirit. It seemed as if it had no effect on him anywhere. Then I learned the complications he had with tier jumping. At first, I worried for him greatly. Now, I no longer worry for him so much," he suddenly said.

"Wait, are you saying you don't care about Jeff?!" yelled Eldrin.

"I didn't say that. I am worried about him, just not as much as I used to when this happens. He's strong, we all know it. We have all seen the fight he has in him first hand. We need to trust he can fight through this. I always have, from the day he saved me from those bullies up to today. He may not be in great health, but, DAMN IT, he still has fight left in him!" he said. With this, the air suddenly felt rigid. Then, Jeff started to come to.

"OH MY GOD! JEFF ARE YOU OK? ARE YOU?" yelled Emily, relief flooding her system. This relief then overflowed into the others.

"Damn it Rob, you just had to be so touchy just now? Seriously, that speech was the closest thing to a motivational speech about me I have heard yet. My turret still aches, but we have a job to do, let's get it done," said Jeff, surprising everyone there.

"You're staying here. Emily watch over him please," Rob eventually said. "You're in no condition to wander around, you need to rest. That's an order."

"Yes, sir. Here, I have a friend, you won't like to see him, but we need his help," Jeff responded.

"Don't tell me it's-"

"Sorry sir. It is."

"Why him?"

"Any better ideas? That's one lucky son bitch we're talking about. He leads a clan that would be a great help in defeating the Park Empire. Admit it. We don't like him, but we need his help."

"UGH! Where do I find him?"

"Right where he was last time we shot his ass up, just outside of town."

"I better not regret this Jeff."

"You won't sir, I will be the one with regret if things go South"

"Now who's the lucky son bitch?"

"Just go you prick."

"Fine, see ya later! I'll be back soon. Jacob on me." And with this, they were on their way. Just as he was leaving he heard Jeff curse as his turret ache started to intensify. Rob knew he would be ok in the end, but he couldn't stop wondering why Jeff was the only one going through this. Weird blood lines or not.

Outside of Town

With that they left town and headed for the "unknown" friend of theirs. They traveled for a minute or two then they found the friend they needed. "HEY ALEX YOU SON OF A BITCH!" yelled Orbit. "Nice to see you too Robert," he responded. Alex was a T71 light tank. He was a SOB because he spammed APCR. He didn't have much of choice though..well no one gave gave a shit. Orbit and Alex just stared at each other while Maya, Andrew, Aiden, Eldrin, Grace, Amiira, Da'Rai-Zha, Johnaeh, Isabella, Cesar, Malik, Jacob, and the members of Alex's clan looked on. Eventually, Alex talked.

"It has been a while since we've last seen each other. Where's the other tier six SOB?"

"In the garage, tier jump," replied Orbit.

"Oh, Lazer is a T-43 now. That's nice to hear. Now, down to business, enough chit chat. Why are you here? You obviously came here for a special reason. Tell me what it is. I need to know," he commanded.

"I'm here to request an alliance. I'm here to do this respectfully Alex. We don't need your cocky bullshit right about now. Sturm Krieg is in need of allies in a fight against the Park Empire. We want your clan to be a part of it. Please make the right decision and join our side of the war," he said calmly. Now he just waited for Alex's answer. He wouldn't need to wait for long.

"I'll join your clan, on one exception. I get a rank of Commander or higher in your army. I want to be part of your planning process. If you want my help, follow my advice," said Alex.

"You won't be a commander, but I'll let you be a junior advisor nothing more, deal or no? Replied Alex.

"I will be a command-" tried Alex.

"I'll kick your ass right now Alex, take it or leave it," said Orbit, trying his best to suppress his anger. Eventually, Alex agreed because of the Park Empire was their common enemy but he swore revenge against Orbit's decision. This vow would later bite him in the ass. With this they headed back to the garage to help Jeff recover and draw plans for their next offensive against the Park Empire, their common enemy.

THE END

How did you guys like the twist with Lazer's health? The half-blood situation will affect

Orbit in the future, for better or worse, you'll just have to continue reading to find out. And, on that note, I will try to add flashbacks of how each member of Sturm Krieg met Jeff and Rob and joined the clan chapter by chapter.

I know Orbit was a bit aggressive upon seeing Alex, but they hate each other, I can't have it any other way. And, if the T71 APCR case isn't a thing in WOT: PC, plz spare me I based the tanks in this from WOT: Blitz.

Grace is a character named after one of my helpers, the being Rob aka Orbit. Just a lil fun fact.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and review it. Good or bad, I don't care. I want to know where this is going. Anything helps.

With Regards,

SKORPIONMKXWARRIOR