Andou pow:
"Hey girl! Why so unfancy today?" Ella asked me in the restroom as I went down in my more 'stock' outfit consisting of white sneakers, dark cargo pants and blue sweatshirt.
"I have to met up with someone today and I'm almost sure he won't be asking me for a dance." I respinded calmly, but decisivly. "And since we speak about clothes, why are you in our new Sensha-do uniform? I haven't heard that we are going to participate in today match."
"I'm going there to get a learning experience! Besides, I kinda want to see how does it look one in case we had to alos participate in future." Ella responded, shaking her hands in a defensive manner.
"Whatever. But before I leave, can you tell me when does the match start?" I asked her as I went towards the exit doors, conviniently placed right next to one of the exits from our district.
"Around four p.m. if believe the federation website. I do hope you come to see it!" My energetic teammate answered, making a polite posture with her torso learning forward.
"I will, I will. I just need to do some stuff on my own earlier." I said with a smile as I exit the room and went out to the street where a 6'2 tan-skinned boy with his spiky blond hair, who was already waiting for me inside the frontal one of the three swedish light tanks that I recognized as Strv-L60 in the variation known as S/I.
"Just after the punctual time! You really embrace local traditions!" The boy shouted from the commander post, revealing himself to have only a white undershirt on himself.
"You're Antonio, right?" I asked him as I got closer to his tank.
"Yup, it's me." The boy responded, opening a can of military rations with his teeth. "Now hop into my tank, we need to prove ourselves to be past the colonial period!" He gradually announced, to which I fot closer and crawled inside the tank with his gentle assistance.
"Say, you want to drive or to shoot?" A curly blond girl in a short-sleeved black tracksuit and three pink hairpins asked me, already sitting inside the tank.
"I'll go for the gunner, thank you." I responded to her and taking the seat of the gunner.
"No problem! Name is Alvara by the way!" She responded with a smile before she took the seat of the driver.
"All right, the last team is set then! Tanques en frente!" Antonio commented with joyous intonation as our collumn went forward from the entreance to my clan's holding and went towards the docking part of the school ship.
"Say Rena." Alvara told to me as she drived the car and Antonio looked out for pedestrians. "Have you ever heard of Tankathlon?" She asked me, making me think a little.
"I know what this is all about, even played once or twice before enrolling to my previous school." I responded with slight hesitance, unable to confidently tell the name of my previous school.
"Excellent! Because it so happens that some girls from Blue Division have recently challanged us for a Tankathlon match and we decided to test these bad boys since we identify as who we are." Antonio said, before our tank stop before a crossing and waited on red lights.
"But why L-60? I mean, why them specifically?" I asked them again, quite confused by the response.
"Dominican Republic has operated this model of tank for a quite long time. Before their retirement in two thousand and two these bad boys scored quite a reputation back there." The boy responded as we went forward again, now with a weird feeling of freedom blowing om my eyes from a frontal visor.
"Fair enough for me I guess. Still feels good to be acknowledged with vehicle's history." I responded in a bit clumsy way, troubled by the high esteem he held towards it.
"No problem at all! Countries in South and Central America ocassionally bought tanks from other countries for their own militaries. We just had a luck of being ones to represtent a country that bought specifically these ones." Alvara joined the converation as we stopped at the part of the ship where tanks were placed on and from the land to the ship, replacing Antonio who went to talk with the crew of this part.
"Say please, when did you get those tanks? I haven't seen them around here before." I asked Alvara, using the ocassion to talk about a thing or two.
"We bought them yesterday thanks to whole clan making a raise of funds to have our own, independent group of tanks to use." She responded with a quite serious glare, making me almost unsure of her. "It's just that all clans in this school either have their own tanks or play with ones afforded by school itself. The choice depends mostly on financial situation and willingness of the group itself since Maken isn't a type of person who activly enforces his plans or ideas."
"Mhm. Makes sense to me." I responded with a slightly troubled face. "Sorry if I ask too much, I'm still a new girl here and all." I excused myself right away for reasons I couldn't fully realise.
"No need to! We are all learning over time here." Antonio joined our conversation as he jumped inside the tank and Alvara went back to driving, moving us back at the place from which our tanks would be brought down to the mainland. "Also, be prepared for people to call us as students from Marika Highschool. Sudamericana is term brought by Maken and now we have preety much same situation with naming as Jaktosota." He added as I felt our tank being brought upwards by a crane.
"Sure. Thanks for help and all." I responded with a slight smile and looked throu the visor at the slight overview of what was Yokohama docks. Truly a wonderful view of you're a maritime industry enthusiast.
Maken pow:
"All right then, Panama clan is responsible for live broadcast of our team's performance on the internet and other media. I'm very glad you guys were prepared for this for a long time." I said towards the group of twelve students from said group who came up to me with fully presented plan alongside already done and allowed preparations. An occurence truly rare in these times.
"No problem buddy! We got all tech support that we need!" A bust blondie with a beauty mark on her left eyebrow and dressed in a grey uniform of a mechanic responded, waving before me a pile of Yen just to show herself off.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it Jackie. You need to showoff your sponsorship from Saunders just to make me feel better." Inresponded with annoyance as I corrected my long for a boy hair and make a 'Please, go away' face.
"Okie dokie! We still have to prepare our station!" She reponded, turning around on her heel andaking the rest of the group follow her.
"They truly are a wonderful team, aren't they?" I heard a specifically polite tone from behind, a one I imeedieately recognised after following sound of drinked tea.
"Miss Orange Pekore, right? Haven't expected you of all people to come here after Darjeeling decided to study in Great Britan and... last personal changes." I responded with overly cultured tone as I approached the commander of St. Gloriana dressed in their Sensha-do uniform that reminded me of Napoleonic Wars.
"All is fair in love and war, Maken. If you saw any potential in Rosehip then you had all the right to let her join your ranks." She responded while we shaked our hands in elegant manner. "Besides, Darjeeling will ocassionally come back here to spectate Sensha-do matches. 'You may come out from something but something may not come out from you' as she said to me."
"I assume you came here as a spectator thanks to convinient location?" I asked her with rised eyebrow, making my left hand held on my chin for 'deep thinking' pose.
"Saying that would be ungrateful towards your scholl's Sensha-do club. Showcase of Continuation High School against your school is surely an intresting one to watch." Pekore responded with typical for her grace as we turned to my right and went towards the parking lot reserved for Sensha-do teams and other game-related officials.
"You haven't make a pause so I'll take the risk and believe you on this one." I responded with slight asseriveness kicking my mind from behind as we walked towards the destination in a slow stride, the sounds of grass and ocassional wind granting us a moderetly sunny day in near-perfect conditions.
"Say, please." I initiated another topic to her making a turn of my head to my left while she did the same and faced me. "Are you sure that you're completly fine with Rosehip joining my scholl? I mean, you put into her a lot of effort even for my own standards and it never even make up for a visible progress." I asked her in a bit akward tone, as usual going defensive on troublesome topics.
"Of course not. For as much as I regret not being able to keep her within more rigoristic towards everyday behavior restrictions of the scholl, I do not have any reason to pursuit person who allowed her to take a second chance in a... More suiting enviroment." She responded as we bith looked forward and saw a single CTMS-1BT1 going around fiveteen meters before us with Rosehip talking and laughing with few other members of Jamaican clan on top with various debries that propably were keft behind during earlier battles.
"She has too much energy and need to be in front to stay under aristocratic rules. She needs to just get tired instead of cocking up her expressivness." I said, seeing briefly the sweat going down from Rosehip's face as she held down a plate of armor almost triple her size.
"Speaking of which, when will you reveal a little about yourself?" Pekore suddenly asked me out of nowhere, almost making me flinch.
"Not an option. I can't just destroy my presence of allmighty Caudillo for a smile." I responded with decisive tone, informing her of how defensive this topic was.
"So you run away from your fears into self-destructive tendencies?" She asked me again with very serious glare, one that she propably never makes in public.
"You were there and you saw it. I will never run away. Not when I'm needed, not when I actually have to do something." I responded with increasing frustration as the conversation went onto wrong in my opinion tracks. "Let me be clear, young lady. One, more, mention of this battle and I'll make Falklands into Malvinas, without Darjeeling to keep you safe. Do you understand?" I responed with a threathning voice, nearly going as far as to throw insults at her.
"I understand... It's still a shame you can't move on." Pekore responded with unusual maturity, reminding my concious part that she's a second-year now just like me.
"I don't need to. I'm already way above you by a wide margin. I run a whole scholl, have more scars on my torso than facial hair and write deals with goverment instead of the principal. And I didn't even had to cheat to do it. Therefore your arguments are invalid and inferior to me." I scolded her with a straight rant over myself, making her jump away with traumatic face. "Next time you overwhelm my patience, your tanks and your will be treated with BESH ammunition at mere sight, don't make this mistake again." I added just to make myself feel better as I left her behind and went forward with deyermined face to mask up my anger.
" Good grief! Now I'm all fired up for those sauna kids." I laughed in my mind, getting closer and closer to the technical zone. A place already full of life despite still having four hours of free time before the match. "Continuation High Scholl, better get ready. Because I'm motivated as never and fresh out of mercy. Just when I begin to build my legend." I thought as a brief second of a roughly five year old boy with bleeding head and burning wreckage of KW-2 flashed before my eyes.
A sign of confirmation that I had a reason to care about something...