Maken pow:
"Okay Mika, did you learned your lesson?" I asked the commander of opposing team during the time after the match in local diner room after the match, said girl trembling out of shock.
"You're... Quite something else..." She stuttered, clearly not used to such tide-turning situations as me getting a good soundtrack to blow up tanks to mid-battle.
"Exacly!" I shouted in triumph as I passed her one of my keys and stack of documents. "Also, my Panther is yours now, feel free to do with it whatever you feel like." I said with carefree attitude, leaving her with her own problems as I touched the scab on my forehead and went towards Adleaide, who just returned with her crew to give me the raport from paid expedition.
"Caudillo, we found it." Blond bombshell that Adelaide indeed was said to me, handing over the keys to Tog II. "Delivery waits in your garage and money was carched from your backup account in Switzerland, have a nice day!" She added with joyful voice as she passed and went towards Mika for reasons that surely maked sense to her.
"Anyways, let's get our lads moving. The tournee before National Championship has just begun!" I proclaimed with energy as I went towards the exit from the battle ground accompanied by my fellow students who just couldn't step away from nor betray me. A type of people I desperately needed right now...
Andou pow:
"Whoa, whoa! What happened here?" I asked as I entered explicitly messy hallway of our group's building, Ella wheezing on the floor.
"Hehehehehehheeh... Why is it so funny?" Ella asked herself, tumbling left and right across the floor.
"Is anyone willing to tell me what happened?" I asked again, hoping for any response.
"Some of us tried to annoy Beatrice with anglerfish dance, but they didn't expected her to bring firecrackers." Angela answered, coming from the right corner and dusting off her hair. "They also heard something about people tunring into pickles and found it funny, no idea why tho." She added, lifting Ella from the ground with her hand and placing funky teammate of ours on her shoulders. "Anyways, I need to do overscheduled daycare now, feel free to talk with our representative about fire safety in buildings." She said before leaving me alone, Ella still wheeping as she went away with her deep into our townhouse.
"Strange. Beatrice isn't type of person which would do that things. Why she has such a bad behavior?" I asked myself before going towards my room. "But one is clear, I will have to investigate it now to have a chance of fixing it."
Narrator pow:
"And how it looks like doc?" Maken asked with curiosity, engaged in a phone call from his office with hired specialist.
"You hold strong just as always, even with all those loads and g-forces you conduct anytime you do that far." Doctor responded with worried voice. "But you really shouldn't act in a such risky way all the time." He added, making Maken look rather cross.
"Excuse me Sir, but stepping back is out of option. Guard dies, but does not surrender. Even to disabilities and permanent health losses." Maken opposed, passing over multiple documents at his desk. "Anyways, thank you for time and advice. Payment was already done and conversation was recorded." He added before ending the call and lying on his chair, whistling as he blankly stared at the ceeling.
"Sir! There is an urgent matter worth reacting to!" Nakiyama called him in a urgent style, opening the door and walking in with fast stride.
"Tell right away please." Maken responded, standing up from the chair and facing him, enthusiasm painted on his face like a well-made painting.
"Multiple groups have presented their plans to develop their own Sensha-do units. And let me tell you, they look quite promising." School principal said, passing the folder to his practical superior.
"Oh right! Please notift Jamaicans that M40 Nimrod will be kept for them as training vehicle due to lack of upper turret armor." Maken responded with a smile, recieving the folder and pointing at the papers on his desk. "Also, I'll give you twelve Yen for every ten cards you move to archives, I have strict schedule and Samuel is sick." He added to him, making his co-worker smile as he grabbed the papers one by one, put them together in professional way and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Maken pow:
"Now let's see what my little hood has in their pockets now..." I thought as I opened the folder and immedieately went to browse throu first subsection it had. "I have to throw one hundred Yen to Mexicans for TMCA Salinas they just found in some old grandpa's house? Positive." I smiled, grabbing my pen and stamp, marking that subsection as approved project. "Now what's next... Guadeloupe and Saint Vincent Grenadines bought one AMR 35 each and need my money to upgrade their guns up to maximal allowed by rules 25 mm cannon to achieve ZT-2 model standards? Approved nothenless." I smiled as I marked the offer as accepted before looking at the window and smiling lightly. "Whoopsy doopsy, I just remember! I need to go to the bathroom." I told to myself with perfectly hidden smile as I closed the folder, stood up from the chair and left the room, closing the doors behind me.
Narrator pow:
"Now is my chance!" Assam thought as she silently opened the balcony window from outside and entered the room, her black jumping suit and mask taken to match the current night contrasting with yellowish colour of the hanging lamps and freshy painted blue walls. "Now to the documemts." She calmly instructed herself as she came up to the desk in a middle of the room and looked at the close folder.
[Play: Dreams of Cruelty(Valve Studio Orchestra, Fight Songs: The Music of Team Fortress 2)https/youtu.be/HdXzlV-t8dw]
"I do not appreciate little girls walking into my office unannounced." Maken said with the best impression of royally pissed gentleman you could imagine, walking into the office and wielding a tough, handmande obsidian mace, completley terrifying Assam and making her slowly retreat to the corner of the room, making her give up all eventual escape routes as Maken walked closer and closer to her. "So I'm gonna give you two options available right now: You either try to fight for this PUBLIC documentation with me and lose your life in a process or you can kindly leave and never come back again with intentions you had while coming here to begin with. Don't make me wait." Maken added with angry face, his hands helding the mace with iron grip and pointing it roughly in her direction.
"Public? What do you mean by that?" Assam asked, suprised by the accented word.
"Yes it is, stupid..." Maken sighed, more annoyed then angry at the moment, which was enough to make him put his mace at the desk. "My school has a very clear system of finances, especially since we maintain ourselves completley on our own thanks to me going hog-wild over having us stick out of Japanese education system. We lost subsidies and some privileges, but in the end we have all we needed and them some." He smiled, moving his right hand towards her in a gentle way. "So please, get back to your school and tell Pekore that she shouldn't fuel my supposed paranoia, because if I actually develop one, she will be the one to pay." He added, cracking his steady glare to show some concern.
"I... I think I agree to this, how foolish of me." Assam replied, shaking his hand and leaving the corner to face him in person.
(Music ends around here)
"Great! Now you can go freely to your ship and tell some things to the right people." Maken responded with a pat on tej shoulder before blonde spy went out of the room in a same way she came in.
"One issue out of the window then, now to the paperwork!" Maken smiled as he came up to the window and closed it, then returning to his desk, making minor cleaning and returning back to work.
Maken pow:
"Now, what comes next..." I told to myself as I opened the file and went to read another parts of request list. "Shipment of ten FT-17 for... Four to Brazilians and one each for Suriname, Grenada, Montserrat, Dominicana, Martinique and Guadeloupe. Hmm... Check everything and I pay only a quater of the investment... Fair enough, I'll take it." I smiled as I endorsed another project of building up my school's Sensha-do team. "Anyways, let's move on to the fourth..." I was cut short by the next project, a one so strange and outworthy that I crunched in disgust.
"What, the hell, is a Ford 3-ton Tank doing here?" I asked myself out loud, seeing the proposal from the richest group in the school. "And what's up with these two Type 3 Ho-Ni III? I mean, they sure seem like a logical thing to buy but why should I pay for it all by myself when they can but twice as much without issue? And those Vickers Light Mk.V and M41 Walker Bulldog are just unnecessary. Kids just want fast cars..." I sighed as I marked the offer as denied and close the file, standing up from the desk and bringing said file with me towards the archives where it now belonged.
Andou pow:
The day after learning of Beatrice sudden anger issues, I decided to check on her in hope of finding out what could couse it. My previous experiences at BC Freedom taught me that people have a tendency to group up together in defence of what they think is right, especially since I also participated in this and knew the mechanisms behind it in person.
"But who had showcased similar behavior and approach to others as her?" I asked myself as I walked under the full Sun in a joint recreational district, filled with cafes, bars, football pitches and whatever could come up to mind at the words of 'public recreational object'.
"Hahaha! I'm sure glad to be here with you, people who actually keep some dignity and class in their lives." A sweet, nearly posh voice hit my right ear amidst general noisiness this place had. On instinct, i turned towards it and saw a group of girls sitting in one of cafes, drinking coffee and laughing to one another.
"Reggia, should have guesses earlier." I told myself as I looked closely and realised overwhelming majority of the group were members of the Bahamian clan, which led me to embracing caution and leaving them as they were to avoid troubles when not needed. "What I should do now is check who these girls are to at least know what I'm dealing with." I thought as I took out my phone and checked my contacts to see how many people could help me on this matter.
Antonio pow:
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt." I said with a wince as I looked at CMTS-1TB1 used by American Virgin Islands group being blowed to it's side by Nahuels DL-43 as expected when facing Agrentinian clan Sensha-do sub group with light tanks only.
"Hey, baller! A call from Andou." Alvara said to me, passing a bag of popcorn and my phone I have her earlier so she could personally see that I didn't recorded her drooling last night.
"Gimme' that please." I responded, taking both things into my hands and answering the call. "Hey, hey hey. How can I help?" I asked Andou, grabbing some popcorn and stuffing it into my mouth.
"Hey Antonio, it's me, Andou. I need your help." Familiar voice of a friend sounded from the other side of the call, making me relieved it isn't another scammer.
"A help you say? Explain." I asked her in return, intrested in her proposal.
"I'm currently investigating my group representative's rushed behavior and I tumbled upon fact that the Bahamian clan is clearly affecting her. And now I need you to tell me what you know about them." Andou said, her voice implying she was very serious about it and geniuenly cared about her teammate.
"Ah right, Beatrice and her new buddies..." I laughed steeply, but quickly returned to my casual self to avoid her anger. "... Anyways. The Bahamian clan is a group primarly composed of kids who have rich parents, mixed with dropouts from Saunders and other kiddos who were just to rich for other schools to be kind to their fellow students. Kinda like Escalator fraction from your times at previous school." I explained to her the composition of the group in order to give her a sense of who she's dealing with. "In short, they're just snobby undergrowns jumping between parties and celebrity magazines, nothing I respect at least." I added to her, implying that this part was only my opinion.
"Fair enough, thanks for the help!" Andou responded with a smile before ending the call.
"Oww shucks! I missed the rest of the match!" I cried out in despair as I realised Argentinians have just finished dealing with American Virgin Islands, the equipment disproportion making the outcome rather obvious despite the latter's number advantage.
Maken pow:
"Oh sweet my programming is on!" I smiled with satisfaction as I embraced the spontanic nature of my modifications to newly aquired Tog II, a tank what could be described only as battleship on tracks and a mobile pontoon bridge in one. "Now to add a jacked-off autoloader and that car-sized power unit... Unofficial wheeldrive abomination of suspension also would needed." I nearly muttered, jumping all over out- and inside of the tank while either planning or realising my ideas with federation modification manual in hand.
"Caudillo! Police has send us a very important report that cannot be delayed!" Nakiyama shouted in a hurry, waving a piece of paper with markings of official letter.
"Yashabushi, give it to me please." I responded, leaving my personal duty behind and moving up closer to him.
"Here, Sir." My principal responded, handing over the paper with nonchalant face.
"Let's see... Oh right... Why did I expected that?" I asked myself upon realising that the note was about some financial machinations going on at my school and spend it on buying tanks. Tanks that they wanted me to help buy for them. "It MUST be Bahamians again, as if defeat from previous day wasn't enough." I said, nearly cursing as the words came out of my mouth.
"What should we do then? Our schoolship is currently on open sea and of we make rash manouvers, they might see us out." Nakiyama said, looking all over the place with troubled face.
"Tell the authorities that we'll solve it ourselves and then give them their fair share of things. There is a reason I went so hard onto making our school exteritorial and only loosely tied to Japan's education system in the first place." I ordered, looking over the list with malicious intent. "And I feel like I might have some backup on this one..."
Narrator pow:
"Okay, our LTP back then was actually borrowed from Peruvians, correct?" Andou asked unamused, herself being in a middle of debate with Ella and Angela inside the room of the first one.
"Yep, Beatrice payed them for it in advance. She just wanted to give you introduction that was better then reality for some reason." Ella responded, looking down on the floor. "For as much as I like CTMS-1TB1, it won't be as good as LTP, and facing rich kids while being poor rarely ends good." She added, rising her head in a sign of despair.
"Oh do we?" Angela asked her while playing with her own hair, making two other girls suprised.
"You want to provide otherwise?" Andou asked, taking a step closer and making doubtful glare.
In response, Angela took out her phone and showed her teammates a text messeage from Maken she recieved two minutes ago.
"Hi Angel-a (Pun intented). I need your help to stop the Bahamian clan from overstepping our rules we all agreed despite our diffrences. If your response is positive then FCM 1A is waiting in garage number 328 inside our Sensha-do zone. Please don't make me - Or anyone else. - wait."
"What is FCM 1A? I never heard of this tank!" Ella exclaimed, letting her energetic personality take over her.
"A French tank prototype made around the ending of the First World War and tested within two or three years after the conflict ended." Angela responded, quickly looking up basic information on the smartphone. "Lack of armor, many machine guns and 105 milimeter howitzer as main armament. In essence it's a strongly weaponized tank with low mobility and armor, made with trench warfare in mind. It does however require seven people to operate since it has: Commander in a gunner duty, loader in a duty of turret machine-gunner, driver, hull machine-gunner, mechanic and two servants for... Something, propably a machine gun fire from other posts and assisting fellow crew members." She ended her presentation, awating the response of Andou and Ella.
"Hmm... I am commander, Ella is a loader, Angela has skills of a driver..." Andou muttered, counting the jobs and tasks within their group. "That leaves us with mechanic, hull machnie-gunner and two servants... Any people willing to join our escapade team?" She then asked them, looking for possible solutions.
"I know some people who would like to join! Follow me!" Ella suddenly shouted with enthusiasm, catching her friends by their arms and dragging them out to the corridor in search of volunteers.
"Oh girl, get ready for a ride..." Angela sighed deeply, implying that it won't be a nice trip.
"As if I couldn't tell..." Andou also sighed, agreeing with her statement.
Maken pow:
"Do you think they'll come? The deadline is a bit tight here..." Ana asked me, sitting on top of the cuppola of her Vickers E Type B as our conversation about Bolivian M-3 Stuart being in repairs diverged back on right course.
"Naturally. Andou will take sure of it, she's strong girl and even stronger leader when she gets to know her coworkers." I smiled before turning to the left and seeing seven girls walking towards us with stickers representing French Guiana. - Traditional sign that they came here to get a tank.
"Fine then, I guess I get to know the new ones first." I said out loud before walking towards newly formed team as Ana jumped out of her tank and came to join me.
"Me, Ella and Angela don't need introduction. To the left are four sisters: Diana, Nene, Olivia and Temidena." Andou said, sighing from the tiring presentation as the presented to me four girls with pale blue eyes and long blonde hair falling all over their shoulders.
"Nice to meet you in person. However as a Caudillo I sadly don't need introduction on my own." I akwardly smiled as I stepped to the right to not block Ana from greeting them in her own way with jumps, hughs and dirty jokes. "Anyways, prototype of Char 2C is yours, roll out in twenty minutes and join my team on the south-west corner of the training grounds." I responded as I walked away from the hathering, passing over the keys to Angela before doing so, a rightful and tradition-approved choice given that she was the tank's driver and even had license in a middle of making thanks to weekend school I provided her in exchange for her support back in a day.
Narrator pow:
"I ask again: Everyone ready down there?" Andou asked her team, herself passing over a small field radio to the servants below her in a last ditch effort to ogranise her crew.
"Ready and safe!" Nina responded, placing the radio on the 'floor' of the tank and using ridiculous ammounts fo flex tape to make it stable.
"You are indeed ready Nina, and the rest?" Andou asked again, already sweating due to nerves and pressure on her to keep the team checked.
"They are, I'll keep them in check if needed." Angela cut in, passing a bag of crackers over her own head to Temidena.
"Thanks, you're really saving us on this one." Ella said gratefully, sending her a wink.
"No problem. Now activate the radio and communicate with the others." Angela smiled, then quickly switching herself to oversee four sisters placed in the hull.
"Anyways, take your stations everyone! We are here." Andou then said, waving her hand down below to notify her team that they arrived to their place.
The scenery was quite casual. Sunny day above in it's full grace and below five tanks: Tog II, FCM 1A, A30 Challenger, M18 Hellcat and TMCA Salinas. All of them ready to jeopardize the Bahamian clan, who organised itself on the other side of the polygon.
"Jamaicans and Mexicans came to help us? That's quite a relief." Andou thought, hearing that Ana from Bolivian clan has already being the countdown before the match starts.
"Remember, this battle counts in school ranking and therefore affects your participation in match againts Bonple. Good luck and skill improvement everyone." Maken's rough voice sounded from the radio just before Ana gave the sign to begin the match and all five tanks went forward to meet their enemy.
"Wow, I don't know how and when our school finds all these various tansk but... Nevermind, investigations will come later. Now I need to get Beatrice back from moneyball gals." Andou thought, her tank rolling objectively the slowest alongside TMCA Salinas while Tog II turned left and Jamaican duo already was two hills ahead of them, rising hellish ammounts of dust and grass in the process.
Narrator pow (Diffrent scene):
"Wooooo! Look at this zoom!" Rosehip exclaimed happly, smoking a blunt as her M18 Hellcat almost reached 100 kilometers per hour, a result available thanks to it's already giant speed and 'mobility first' modifications implemented on her request thanks to her reputation from St. Gloriana and theoretically higher skills than her peers in Jamaican clan.
And the blunt? A replacement for tea she was used to in her previous school. And not a bad one thanks to mandatory water supply in every tank.
"I know! You're tactics might not be the best but surely are the funniest!" Her driver, a clumsy ginger with short curly hair and freckles known as Ionie responded, shifting the gear and further increasing the speed of the tank destroyer as they went airborne after passing over another hill.
"I have spotted M41 Bulldog, three hunderd meters away on our tenth! What are the orders?" Hellcat's gunner, a tall blonde boy named Aidan asked, already adjusting the turret towards their fast enemy.
"Chase after him and engage in a race! It's not even a Sensha-do approved tank so it must be the most dangerous!" Rosehip shouted, knowing very well that this tank wasn't made during a World War Two, thursly being objectively the biggest danger thanks to it's technological superiority.
"Roger that! We'll see who's faster now!" Ionie cried out in passion as she turn the tank to the left and took the course straight at the enemy who loomed in the distance, propably looking for a cheeky flank to exploit.
"Proper music engaged!" Hellcat's co-driver, Rebecca, said, pluging in the boombox to her phone and playing the playilist Leon insisted her to use.
[Play: And Now We Run! (Simon Viklund, Payday 2 OST) https/youtu.be/ts8Pu-LfQiI]
"Anyways, any idea why we were told to use this music specifically?" Aidan asked, confused at the sudden appearance of the boombox.
"For fun, stupid! Caudillo specifically said that Sensha-do is a thing to enjoy, not follow like a robot. And the good music is intergal to this goal, I promise!" Rosehip responded, making a deviou smile as they came close and closer to their opponent, it's crew visibly suprised at the speed dispropartion as they make a steep turn right and turned their turret to their back before starting a fire exchange.
"Fire now or preserve ammo?" Aidan asked again, as usual being obedient to orders and hesitant to so something on his own.
"Not yet! We must cut our distance to one hundered meters first, then shoot them till' white flag goes up." Rosehip responded, sending a trial of smoke from her mouth into the air thanks to Hellcat's half-open top negotiated with federation due to safety measurements.
Andou pow:
"Wait a second, aren't we fighting Six Bahamian tanks instead of five?" I asked my crew, peeking from the cuppola and observing the arena around us.
"Nope, their Vickers E Type B was confiscated earlier this day and ceeded to the clan of UK Virgin Islands as an extension of their loyality bonus, all they have are five tanks bought thanks to the financial frauds they did." Olivia responded, busy communicating with Mexican's TMCA Salinas who decided to assist us during the slow movement to nearest hill so our howitzer could be put to good use.
"Loyality bonus? Sounds a bit shady..." I said in response, slightly baffled at this relevance while checking how far behind us were Mexicans.
"Maken has a lot of ways to keep us in check." Angela retored, slowly but firmly moving us uphill thanks to our tank's trench warfare design. "The carrot and stick methods are barely few of multiple elements he has to do in order to keep this school together. A tiring work but the results and satisfaction so far seems to be compensating." She led her thought further, making me think a little about my initial way of finding out what's wrong with him.
"French Guiana! Ford 3-ton Tank and Vickers Light Mk.V on our left! We're engaging them!" A radio messeage from Mexican clan sounded as our teammates began to turn towards said direction before firing it's frontal cannon and flipping the Ford 3-ton tracks up with white smoke escaping it's back.
"Got it! We'll go left and secure the left flank!" I responded thanks to courtesy of Nina who handled it over to me.
"No need to say twice then." Angela said, turning us in needed direction before we went sideways to the hill's slope and slowly began to drive around the exposed firing position.
"Andou! Go in!" Ella suddenly shouted as I felt being dragged down, ending back in commander seat as half of our cuppola was blown away by a shot from afar.
"These are Type 3 Ho-Ni III's! Fire!" I shouted on instinct, closing what was left from the upper valve before pressing the trigger and sending the shot into hills far away, the sudden smoke eruption confirming my suspicion.
"One Ho-Ni III heavly damaged! We need help!" I shouted throu the radio as I felt our tank roll backward to avoid eventual second shot.
"Don't worry lassies! Caudillo is on his way!" Maken responded first, which was followed by a sounds of ramming vehicles and screecjing metal.
"Can confirm, our leader has just rammed Bahamian Vickers Light Mk.V against tej rocks so badly their tracks are in shambles." Mexican commander added, giving us a little more light at the situation.
"Damn right Gonzalez, now come with me and blast those shmucks! As for you Andou, contact two Jamaicans and ask them if they need help." Maken added with a laugh, sending away new orders while I realised my tank was between two hills in a middle of a valley in which we just rolled back to avoid enemy fire.
"All right, let's see how the Jamaicans are holding." I decided while Angela out the tank on even slower reverse and we began to roll out of the valley.
Leon pow:
"How we're holding? Good, shame that we don't see anyone since the match started." I said throu the radio, our A30 Challenger moving from hill to hill in attempt to find any signs of enemy and ally alike.
"Nice to hear. And how is your other tank?" Andou asked me again, making me suddenly sweat like fat child after marathon.
"Emm... About that..." I mumbled with extensive sighing between words, trying to remind myself what could happen to her crew.
Narrator pow:
(In this scene 'And Now We Run' plays and is roughly after the first beatdrop.)
"*Extensive wheezing* INCOOMMIIIIING!" Rosehip yelled with passion as her M18 Hellcat fired another shot towards chase M41 Walker Bulldog, bouncing from it's turret left side and piercing nearby tree.
"Lock-n-load!" Aidan shouted, correcting the turret's position while the mid-sized tan-skinned girl named Sonia loaded another HE shell into his gun.
"Fire!" Sonia shouted at her own volition, the shot following shortly after and impacting the barrel of Bulldog's gun ust when it also fired it's own shell, resulting in the combustion of the cannon and the set of flying metal tubes flying everywhere.
"On the God damn ground!" Aidan shouted as Rosehip squated in her turret to avoid following trail of machinegun fire from damaged opponent who didn't seem to slow down.
"Any ideas? We're pinned up there!" Rosehip shouted to her crew below the turret, leaving said place to avoid eventual harm.
"We will blast them!" Sonia responded with energetic shout, loading an AP shell while Aiden turned the turret to get a better look at the person who was shooting back at them from cuppola.
"Fire!" Rosehip approved her suggestion without hesitance, the shot and following explosion of Bulldog's engine coming shortly after as it's driver desperately manouvered between inconsistancies of the terrain.
"And now to secure their capitualtion." Ionie smiled as she accelerated even further and rammed the back of immobilized Bulldog at roughly 115 km/h, seding the hitten tank into bouncy tumbling forward and straight between two conviniently place trees, who make the destroyed tank practically stuck.
"We got this! Now let's apprehend these kids!" Rebecca shouted, grabbing a nearby Lee-Enfield Rifle No. 4 Mk I and jumping out of the tank to encounter trapped opponents.
"Let's help her, our buddies also are here." Rosehip said shortly after, returning back to the turret and spotting friendly A30 Challenger coming from their left.
Narrator pow (Diffrent scene):
"Say kids, why did you make me do this?" Maken asked Beatrice, being engaged in a radio discussion as the Tog II of the first one efficiently surpassed Bahamian tanks in ammount of shots he did over time.
"WE make YOU do this? It was you who wanted to show yourself as a strong leader again!" Insulted voice of Beatrice responded to him, followed up by two shots from Ho-Ni III moving backwards, but not fast enough to escape slightly modified battleship of a tank.
"Yes, I DID show my power to people who can't play by the rules so those who can won't be mistreated. Why so shocked?" Maken asked with angry sarcasm, in a meanwhile profiteering from autocannon and decent frontal armor his tank provided.
"... You're just another populist. And in addition a loser with delusions." Beatrice scoffed with signature tone of superiority, making Maken snap as the latter decided to remotely open the secret emergency magazine with HEAT rounds for his autocannon.
"I'M A LOSER?!" Maken nearly roared in fury, loading the shell into the gun and firing it at the more damaged Ho-Ni III, scoring a hit at the turret and flipping the vehicle upwards. "I don't think you understand. I PERSONALLY took this school, became it's actual owner, fixed all of the manacaments and led it to where it is! And you know what? Unlike you I didn't ever TRIED to cheat!" He shouted, going on a full-on rampage as his last standing opponent was covered in blasts from the good old 17-pounder. "And then YOU, a student I TRUSTED, gives me THIS crap?! Gives me a TREASON?!" He kept shouting at the radio, essentialy becoming an angry overcompetetive teenage gamer when his team loses the match.
Andou pow:
"You are scum! You are nothing but a bunch of cowards! You are walking womit!" Maken's rage on the radio line was more than well hearable, his Tog II forcing the desperately holding Ho-Ni III into submission as the sound of white flag popping up became hearable.
"Ugh, I'm going there." I scowled as I informed my crew on the decision and came out of the tank, immedieately sprinting to the top of the hill to see what happened.
"Roger that! We'll wait for you." Ella replied, aware of the weight this situation had right now.
The walk uphill took me roughly twelve second, but when I arrived to the top and looked towards the black smoke, my eyes went wide.
Why? Because I saw the finely pierced in at least twenty places Ho-Ni III lying on the side of the next hill from which my tank as bombarded few minutes earlier, the hillside itself ripped with holes and carving like someone plunged a mansion-sized shovel into it and used it like a knife.
"Oh dear... That brutality..." I mumbled, My hands covering the mouth as I barely had ability to speak coherently. Even tho I wasn't new to Sensha-do and brutal dealing with persistant opponents, the sheer brutality and scale of damage done was far beyond me.
And the fact that we won? Not much of a diffrence of that's the way we get it...
Narrator pow:
"Yes officer, we apprehend all of them. That will be thirteen-three people in total." Maken said as he was involved in a Phone call with currently Deputy Commissioner General of Japan's National Police Agency. "I would give them all away under your disgression, if not for the fact that most of them are underaged and happen to be within my exteritorial zone knows as the ship from which I'm currently calling." He continued his conversation, playing with the beard for no apparent reason. "A compensation you say? I'll offer you the M41 Walker Bulldog they stole plus triple the value of other vehicles since I would want to use them on my own violation." He offered, smiling lightly as he heard the response from the Deputy.
"I know, I know. The citizens of Japan were harmed in autonomous zone of your country, and I respect this concern since it's fully rightful. However, I do request same respect for my concern of keeping this delicate autonomy despite all of the bureaucratic inconvinence it produces. I can ever pay quadriple value of the tanks and cover the repair costs of Bulldog if you will." Maken kept his lawful spirit of cultural negotiations, implying the capability of finding a compromise. "Last offer plus enrollment of tank owner's daughter to the school you say? I fully agree on this proposition. And the criminals on my ship? I'll give them punishment accordingly to local autonomous laws, you'll see soon enough." Maken said, amused by the fact that the struggle with goverment wasn't even a struggle in the first place. "We are currently scheduled to the course towards Kobe in Hyogo Prefecture for business reasons. We'll pick up the girl in this place and enroll her to my school immedieately. Thanks for conversation and have a good day Sir." Maken ended the talk with a grin, putting the phone down and opening the record book with full list of tanks assigned to each clan.
"The call was successful, I assume?" Nikayama asked, walking into the office with a jovial attitude and pens in his hands.
"Indeed, I even got to keep all the vehicles from World War Two." Maken responded, opening a botyle of champagne and taking two sips. "But now we need to prepare the trial for law offenders and make giveaway of taken tanks. And while the second thing I can do alone, I need your help on the first one since I didn't study law and just installed a classic dictatorship like a moron I always was." He added, drinked alcohol already taking effect as he went into self-blame teritory.
"I will and I do. Job of school principal is after all demandful to operate within compromises and codified laws." Nakiyama responded, taking a small sack with Yen Maken passed over to him. A common practise the latter used to pay for working overtime.
"That's why I picked you for the job and taught your daughter Shimazu how to be a class representative, Yashabushi. You're competent and rational when needed and that's quite rare gift if you ask me." Maken smiled, going back to drinking as school principal smiled at the mention.
"Yes, yes. Trinidad and Tobago clan sure have her in high regard, even tho she's just a first-year." The man smiled widely, leaving one of his pens on the desk and turning around. "I'll be in my house for next four to five hours, you know when to find me when in need." He added as he left the room and closed the door behind himself.
"Sure thing." Maken called back weakely, his mind already in alternative state of working. "Ford 3-ton stays with Bahamians, Vickers Light Mk.V goes to Bermuda clan, Costa Rica and Guatemala get a Type 3 Ho-Ni III each and that solves it. Now for afternoon siesta!" Maken laughed in his mind as he quickly make necessary adjustments of equipment and went asleep on his seat just because he felt like it at the moment.