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"You really didn't had to carry it all over to my room!" Rena exclaimed as she and her friend have walked into a single room with ammount of space that many other school could only wish to have.
"I did have to! Companionship towards fellow students is a basic element of this school's social structure!" Beatrice protested as she dusted off her pink polka dress and took out an A3 format piece of paper. "This is the map of our School Ship with detailed informations, districts borders and adresses." She informed me with a kind smile.
"You're always so generous towards new people?" I asked her with unsure grimace as I looked behind her and saw a cong a line of five girls and two boys.
"Of course! French customs are always presented forward, we are called French Guiana for a reason!" She responded with excusatory tone while wiggling left and right. "But in all seriousness, I just want to have the most from befriending an actual Sensha-do player. Being short isn't always an additional value." She added right after with gloomy face and lower tone.
"No problem! I am one of you after all." I comforted her with a pat to the head before we exchanged smiles and parted our ways.
"Well..." I said as I closed the door to my new room and gave it a detailed look. "Might aswell pack out." I ended tje sentence as I looked around the place.
The whole place consisted of: Single room with a dual window equiped in white hangings and light brown wooden frames, a black sofa at the right that I already recognized as convertable into a dual bed and a fairly large table near it. On the left were three wooden shelfs that combined formed an improvised desk with a plastic chair placed right next to it. Overall, poor but well-treated place with a lot of space to put whatever I want. It also had pale blue walls and black roof, so esthetics weren't in usual attire. But since the details are a very expensive thing I passed on this one.
"Nice place, at least my new life begins smoothly." I told myself with unforced smile as I placed the suitcase on the floor and opened it, revealing to myself that I took from the BC Freedom Academy all I had to take.
Maken pow:
"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" I was asked by one of my pals known as Amelie.
"Oh, Amelie! How are the Haitians doing?" I asked her with a smile as we took the seats at nearby tavern.
"Good actually. We managed to beat Jamaicans at the contest, deciding who challanges the Count High School to witchcraft tournament." She responded with a prideful face as she adjusted her blonde hair near the back, by throwing it upwards and letting it to fall freely on her back.
"That's sweet to hear. They won't see your voodoo dolls coming." I responded with contented face, as I took out my phone and checked whenever or not Beatrice gave me the conformation of having Rena greeted properly. "Say, girl. How is your team doing in our soccer league? Qualifications for the country-wide tournaments are wrapping up now."
"Since Brazilian clan retired due to focusing on horse racery against Bonple, we were given a lot of wild chances to qualify." Amelie said, taking out a small coin and throwing it into the air with a flip. "The group stage we were gives has El Salvador, Domincana and Bermuda, so he have a great chance to move forward!" She said with a shit eating grin.
"Yeah, you sure got lucky this time..." I said with oblivious attitute as it turned my head left and saw Puerto Rico demolishing Peru in a friendly basketball match. "It's always fun to see that our school has so much going on, the challange to keep up with even an inch of this stuff is really rewarding." I said, turning my head back to her.
"Hello buddies! What yoy wanna eat?" A waitee asked us as he approached our table with a formal gesture contradicting to his speaking.
"Two times medium tequila plus one lottery check." I said without thinking, making Amelie gulp in suprise.
"Right away chief!" Guy said in response as he turned around and went towards the bar table.
"How did you know that I play lotteries?" Amelie asked me with shocked face.
"I see you before bookmaker stores alomst half the times i pass the Haitian district. I'm not blind!" I told her in response as I took out sixteen Yen. "Since you saved me two days ago at this exam from japanese language, I'm paying for you today!" I said with a confident but grateful face as I placed the money on a middle of the table and maked her crack a happy smile.
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"Man, It's kinda weird so few thought of putting boys into Sensha-do as for now." Ana said from command seat to her crew as the rolled around the school's traverse, manouvering throu variable and mixed terrain in a M-3 Stuart.
"You're telling me?" A boy with short and straight purple hair that was placed as the tank's gunner spoke up. "We're going to be the first school that employed them on a bigger scale! Even those improvisers at Oarai didn't go that far!" He exclaimed with a lavishing laugh.
"Shut up Borina! The first sparring match is in two days and we need to be ready to showcase Maken what we got! As the only Sensha-do crew from Bolivian district we need to present ourselves as good as we can! Ana shouted at him as her eyes and hair flashed out thansk to convinient Sun placement and right angle of standing.
"Bolivian, here is Bahamian speaking! Return to the hangars at once!" A rapsy and decisive voice was heard from the tank radio.
"Roger! Give us ten seconds!" Ana responded throu the radio as her tank rolled at average speed into the giant opened zone that was Sudamerican General Highschool Sensha-do parking lot. A place filled with column after column of hangars made out of wood, steel plates and other random building materials. "Here we are!" She shouted towards the Vickers E Type A with flag of Bahamas on It's turret side.
"That's good. We want to have you at our side in a two on two mocking battle against French Guiana and Netherlands Antilles. Wanna join?" The commander of Bahamian tank asked, jumping from inside at the stort barrel of the main gun, revealing her black mini dress and short ginger hair.
"Finally an actual match! I'm in!" Ana shouted with excitment as she put on her left leg on top of the turret and make a selfish pose. "By the way Regia, are you seriously wanting to fight in a mini skirt? Even I ended on a miniskirt and sleevelss sweater in a summer!" Commander of Stuart asked with a worried face as she wondered about how much of a bad idea it can be.
"Hmph. No one allows a freedom of style these days!" Regia scoffed, quickly dusting off her black ballerinas and hopping back inside her tank. "Our opponents should be ready by now so take care and check if your ammo and fuel supplies are ok." She added as one LTP with a taped flags of French Guiana on it's turret sides and one Neubaufahrzeug with Dutch flag on it's own sides rolled from the side.
"We're ready! We even brought bonus oil supply!" A corny blond girl from Neubaufahrzeug shouted, taking out a fuel canister from inside of her tank.
"Jola?! Thank you sweetie!" Ana shouted with a grateful voice as she jumped off ter tank and rushed to take the fuel.
"Mind telling me where did you get that?" Regia asked the opposing team from her command post, unamused by new tank getting into the battle.
"Kuromorimine concidered it as a failed weapon so we used the ocassion to acquire it at rock bottom price of two Yen." Girl known as Jola responded with a goofy smile as she put her hair together into a ponytail.
"TWO YEN!? How?" United shout of three crew members from M-3 Stuart was heard as their leader took the canister from the hands of her schoolmate.
"Dutch enonomics everybody!" Jola boasted in a grateful manner while other girl from her tank helped her finish the ponytail. "Now please greet new tank commander of French Guiana. Miss Rena Andou!" She gratefully proclaimed as her teammate took herself out of the tank and faced the others.
"I think we already know eachother so let's pass to the second of my group." Ana said with enthusiasm as she pointed towards the visibly fazed Regia.
"Fellow celebrity I see. My name is Regia and I represent Alla-Nova family." Girl proudly presented herself with a prideful tone.
"I was already presented to you but still I'm honoured on my own. I wish all of us a fruitful match" Andou responded as she turned around and went back to her tank.
"Nice one!" Beatrice greeted her from the seat of radio operator.
"Never been an egoist, right?" A girl with straight ginger hair known as Ella said from the loader seat.
"Yeah. It's all good... How about you Angela?" Andou asked her driver who was busy with checking the technical settings.
"I don't care. All I can say is that the tank is fully functional." Girl with a cozy black hair, creamy skin colour and a double scar down her right cheek said, holding the clutch with decisive force.
"Glad to know you're good girl. Now let us move!" Andou ordered after the crew check-up as all four tanks moved forward towards the staring position.
Maken pow:
"Gujana - Surinam ended without a goal in a draw, Brazil won five-zero against Belize..." I told to myself as I was reading the last match scores from our School's phone app. Jola's personal idea that I pused throu student council in a last year by draining my financial reserves. "Martinique won two-one against Costa Rica? That's new." I exclaimed as I found myself more unexpected scores.
"Yeah, and Barbados had a draw null-null against Bahamas." One of pale looking blondes from Nahuel tank with Argentinian flag on the side said, ending his bag of chips. "Now, are you ready to go or not?" He asked me afterwards with cocky tone.
"Now I am. No same person would acquire leadership in fighting group by other means then fighting." I responded as I turned off my phone and crawled inside my Panther with our school's emblem in a form of soccer ball in white and black colour scheme on top of a flag consisting of upper yellow part and lower green part out inside a lavender lines around them.
"On the staring positions! Beginning will be given by a radio signal." I said towards teh Argentinian group as their four Nahuels and my Panther parted our ways before the fight over leadership order.
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"What is the plan?" Jola asked Andou as their tanks took their positions and waited for a staring signal.
"Your tank is the most armoured and weaponized one around. I'll be scouting in a close distance while you keep the eyes on the sides and back in case of the flank." Rena said to her, presenting the plan as they spoke. "Their tanks are lighter and faster by average, but have worse armor and guns. The best strategy is advancing in a defensive formation and vigilance." She added as her companion deeply nodded as a sigh of understanding the orders.
"Battle begins in ten seconds!" A voice of general radio operator was heard by all participating crews.
"Let's do this! Good luck for all." Jola said right after as she hopped inside her tank, Andou doing the same shortly after.
"The tank is ready!" Ella shouted from her position, ending the loading of an AP shell.
"Roll out!" A short shout from a radio set the beginning of the match, with Andou's team forming up accordingly to her plan.
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"Taste my boomstick!" Maken shouted as he shot a shell from maximally elevated upwards cannon of his Panther, quickly swapping onto the driving seat and moving left to change the position.
"Good grief! The Warsaw Uprising Panther happened to be way lighter and mobile version of the Panther at the cost of armor and weaponary back in a day. Lucky me that I bother to install more modern turret." He added to himself while using his left hand alone to load another one of his newest inventions: Light Armor Ricochette Piercing Shells (LARPS for short). A type of ammunition adjusted specifically to going as far as scientifcally possible to not as much go through armor as to terrorize the insides of hitten target with damage to critical compounds or just having all screws and additional plates fall off like a cutten tree thanks to kinetic energy and nearly flat front of the hitting surface. It also was nearly imposibble to deflect from variably elevated armor but that's just a tiny detail.
"How ya doin mates?" Maken asked with a joyous voice on the Argentinian radio frequency, going back to his old tradition of trash-talking his opponents mid-battle to distract and infuriate them.
"How did you do that?! One of our tanks had it's engine just jump a meter high!" A desperate of voice of a guy that was impatient for him earlier before the the round.
"Upgrades, people... Upgrades." Maken responded with a unfazed voice, using his memory and ballistics knowledge to fire another shell at the estimated position of his opponents. "Sensha-do regulations don't say a thing about ammuinition outside of non-lethality! Just like they have regulations on engines but not their motors." He said with confidence as he heard a large explosion throu the radio.
"Dammit! All springs of our turret has just detached! We're out mister!" The guy from the radio had said before hunging up.
"Heh, amatures." Maken said with his sometimes hurtful for others Polish-Bulgarian accent that combined with his dyslection make up for a less than a charming voice. "This'll be over in a short while..." He added to himself as he loaded another shell and pressed on the accelerator to encircle and wipe out two remaining tanks alone.
Andou pow:
"Do you see something?" Beatrice asked me as we went between the trees of a low forest, staying with the beginner's plan.
"I think I see a Stuart on our twenty-third." I responded, reporting a silouhette resempling the opponent's tank slightly to our left.
"Antille! Rush forward at full speed! We're taking a for from our left!" Beatrice reported to our ally as Angela drived us in a sharp left turn, making our right side face what we thought was a tank in a matter of three seconds.
"Fire!" I shouted from inside if the turret as my tank send a shot at the unidentified object, the shell sticking inside it, thursly confirming partial penetration of the armor.
"Dammit! I looked the otehr way..." Ana whined as she looked out of her tank and faced my evil grin.
"F-G, here is Antille! Help!" A voice from the radio was herd as I looked right and saw My ally desperatly turning and sooting all around itself at the speeding Vickers E Type B with Regia prouldy observing from the commander's seat as more and more holes were spotted at it's armor.
"Ella!" I shouted inside the tank as we backed ourselves to match the turning tank into a straight line.
"Ready!" I heard in response, followed by a sound of closed loading mechanism.
"Aim right under the big boy." I calmly ordered as our gun went downwards and matched the line I thought about. "Now wait for the speedy girls." I added as me and Ella went into the full focus of striking the Vickers down.
"Now!" I shouted as the said tank revealed itself from the right side, keeping his aggressive angle of turning.
"Yaaa!" Ella shouted upon firing the gun, the shell flying right in front of the enemy and making their right frontal wheel pop up into the air as the tank itself dashed throu the ground, spun at the slight ground elevation and hit the nearby tree, bouncing from it onto the ground.
"Did we win?" Jola asked as she looked outside her tank at the Bahamas tank and got the answer in a form of white flag a while later.
"Yes, we won." I added with a small smile as I felt my leg being hitten by someone from my crew.
"Nice job commander! Clan of French Guiama will have a bright times with you." Beatrice said to me with a wide smile.
"Thanks girls! Now let's go back to the hangars and have some free time before tomorrow." I added as our and Antillian tanks turned around and went back to the place of their storaging.
Maken pow:
"Good nighh Irene!" I nearly laughed with texan accent as looked outside my tank's turret to see four variously destroyed Nahuels scattered across a quater of square kilometer, thursly confirming my technical and tactical assumptions.
"Well done you psychopath. Now to pretend that you're normal person again." I told myself with unsatisfied grief as I went back inside and drove away from the destroyed opponents. "But why did the even... Oh right. Big groups aren't always big enough to do all the things they are expected to do." I added to myself as I checked the phone and saw a result of the second mocking battle, cracking a smile upon seeing the results.
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"Say, please." Beatrice spoke up as she and Andou walked back from the Sensha-do traverse to their district while Ella and Angela went into the other direction. "How did you manage to get a good contact with them? Not even twenty minutes and you already have a team chemistry of military unit!"
"No idea. Assuming that what you said to me on the way there that French Guiana group thrives from getting refugees from BC Freedom Academy, they might just accepted me as one of them by definition." Her friend responded, looking around as they walked to witness a pananormal for a high school variety within it. "Anyways. How did it happen that we don't have a school emblem or a uniform?" She asked her after a short while of walking down the street.
"Simple my dear. Because of our variety and high disproportion between attendies and funds Maken pushed throu both the student council and teacher's staff meeting to abandon the idea of uniform all-together, instead speaking for ideas of individual freedom that are universally beloved by our post-colonial characteristic." Beatrice smiled as she threw a single Yen at the passing stranger and reciving unopened chocolate bar in return. "As far as emblem goes, we just spoke up into mashing all flags of majorly organised group within us into six horizontal lines in alphabetical order. It's just that we stick single flags on each tank's armor for identification and respect towards patriotic attitude often display around here."
"I see..." Andou pounded over the response, thinking at how continue the conversation. "Tell me, what do you know about Maken." She suddenly said towards her without any logical reason.
"Maken, huh? No one asked me about him in a loooooomg time." Beatrice said with ironical enlenghtemt of the sentence, making Andou's stomach grumble with discomfort. "To start with chronologic order. He was kicked from Bonple High School within a first year after he got into the argue and unrestricted duel on sabers with local Sensha-do team overall commander Jajka over team's tank composition. He supposingly won the duel, that is if we go with his view on the story, but the board kicked him anyway. Then he came here, somehow and somewhat united whole school under his nearly authoritarian regime and ended the first year here with slightly above average grades and went to the second year roughly a month before you also joined us." She explained the story in nearly a presenting manner as Andou wondered how did he managed to win the actual duel with his commander and united propably biggest high school in whole country.
"That sounds... Like something big." Andou said in response, shakened deeply by the brief backstory of her theoretical inviter (Author note: Whenever or not Maken ACTUALLY was the one to invite her is unknown.). "By the way, did he even managed to play a single match in Bonple's Sensha-do team? I think I'm missing some cruciual details here." She asked in response, sending Beatrice one very analytical glare.
"He played one match... But I'm not authorized to speak about this matter." Her conversation partner retored, making her little suprised. "Before you ask why, I did told you that Maken has near authoritarian rule over the school so don't say I didn't warned you because I did." She added with serious yet afraid face, inflicting the fact that could be translated as: 'We don' t talk about Maken's time at Bonple.'.
"All right then, keep your secrets." Andou responded in dodge-heavy manner as they walked forward, not contributing to the rowdy and noisy nature of the street. "In that case I will investigate this myself. If not for my curiosity, then for the sake of everybody else."