West Virginian Tankery Field, 12th of September 2015, 1000 hours:

It was all nice and sunny on that day at the Boston Tankery's forward base of operations. Trucks were seen moving here and there, and camps were setup along with a few proper mobile toilets. People are walking around the base doing their usual tasks. Meanwhile, a truck can be seen somewhere up the hill in the high ground, a CCKW truck that was labeled 'Property of the Boston College'. A large antenna tower stood up to the blue skies.

Somewhere near the edge of the hill near the battle ground was a table packed with a radio that connected with the CCKW's transmitter. There was a young man sitting on a chair, overlooking the view. He then began his broadcast. "Good day, dear listeners, and this is John Brown, your favorite caster. Welcome back to Boston College Radio, reporting live on the current competition between our boys from the Massachuttes and the newly created team, The Alligators. Now to give some morale to our boys over there, let's get some pieces rolling." The caster reached for an old disc titled 'The Stars and Stripes Forever' into the player, and then he broadcasted it for the listeners to hear.

In the starting point of the Boston's College team, the leading commander, Ronald Murphy, a college student, wearing a standard khaki shirt with a tankery jacket, the tankery team's shield emblem with a white star on the right top sleeve, and trousers with boots and a tanker helmet, was standing on the M4A3's cupola, overlooking the 50 other Shermans, mostly M4 and M4A2's, all equipped with the 76mm, lined up in the starting point. He later looked at the other line, 15 T34 Calliopes, at the back of the formation, where the crews were still in the process of loading the last remaining rockets onto the launching platform.

On the other side, there are around 3 M24's, with one of them entrenched and having a balloon fly over, tapping communication. The amount of these just showed how funded the team is—a show of both power and wealth that seemed unmatched.

"How's the report from our intelligence?" Murphy looked at his radioman, Bill, who was still listening to the radio.

"They're still listening on their radio. It'll take a while." Said Bill as he was still listening to the radio.

Murphy sighed, acknowledging the information that he had just received. "Tell them to take their time; we should've gotten their information before this."

"Well, I can't blame anyone. Our usual informant from the scout section was sick weeks prior to the match and cannot inform us." Bill then heard a transmission coming and began focusing on the messages that were being transmitted. "Hang on, they're sending in a transmission right now."

Bill took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing down the information being relayed on his radio; before then, he handed it over to Murphy. Murphy took the paper and read it before reading the information. "So... 15 Panther D's and 3 Tiger I's. They usually use M6A1's or T1E1's. What happened?"

"Well, they got fed with propaganda from Reddit, I assume." Said Bill in a sarcastic tone before giggling. "Alright, I was joking. Half of our officers got sick from the previous match in Guatemala, including you, so no wonder why. Our intel girls said that the Alligators' have been training with the Nishizumi style of tankery for the last few months eversince the ATA signed an agreement with the JSF, if you forgot. Guess those Japs' really trying to expand their influence to the states."

Murphy nodded as Bill stated regarding the sudden change in the Alligator's tanks. Murphy yawned, feeling slightly dizzy inside his head, trying to stay focused. "Oh well, I should've drunk the coffee from the base, but we're starting soon."

"I hate this... I was planning on a date with one of the girls from St. Betty; she was so hot and nice, and those southerners ruined it!" Bill punched the radio in annoyance, which received an immediate response from Murphy.

"Hey, watch the radio! I'm not reporting to the board that one radio broke because someone's raging again." Murphy sighed, and then Bill interrupted.

"I thought the Austin Tankery team would help them." Said Bill as he heard through the radio.

"Well, their commander died in a car crash. Guess what? The driver drove while playing on his phone. Poor guy. Why ask?" Asked Murphy, feeling some remorse from his words earlier, wondering what Bill's about to say.

"Huh, our intel guys just said there's not a single presence from those guys; maybe it's the thing you said earlier." Bill continued listening to the radio channels.

Then, in the distance, a red streak can be seen being fired from the ground before exploding into a large white cloud, signaling the start of the match. The crews went back inside their tanks, and later the crew of the T34 Calliope's loaded in the last rockets before hopping back inside. The tanks began to line up in their planned positions, which they had planned long before the match started. The gunners began adjusting the rocket platform's elevation, while the other tanks began loading shells into their chambers, preparing for the battle that was about to come. Two minutes passed, and the tanks were now waiting for Murphy's words.

"Alright, check for readiness." Murphy looked at Bill, waiting for him to do his job.

"Right, all units, check in." Bill ordered through the radio.

"First company, ready."

"Second company, ready."

One by one, each platoon started to check in on their unit's status, and finally, in total, 15 platoons and 7 companies have checked in, ranging from Chaffe's, Sherman's, and Calliope's.

"All units ready, commander; your call now." Bill looked back at Murphy, now that all was set, waiting for his command.

Murphy reached towards the radio handset, taking a deep breath, before he began to deliver his speech. "One day, there was a young man called David. He went to the frontlines to deliver food to his brothers. Once he saw the Israeli soldiers weakened, he wanted to join the fight, but his body's too weak to wear armor and carry weapons. Instead, he fought with his slingshot and rocks. He reached up to Goliath and hit him with the rock or sword, killing him. What is the point of the story?" He paused before he continued. "The point is that our enemy used that story, used goliath as a metaphor for us, and David as them. We are seen as devils by them, as usual hypocrisy by their leaders. We shall win this friendly battle in good will, but I shall tell you, we will be the ones that will lead America to the international stage and overthrow the Japanese off of their decades-old reign over this sport." Another silence was replaced with the many sounds of engines roaring outside. Murphy looked at his handwatch, waiting for the exact time, before he said the word. "In the mood."

"Roger, In the mood. Operation is on." One voice replied back, and after the word was said, immediately the Calliopes fired their rockets, unleashing their raw firepower. The blue sky turned bright and thundered with the sound of rockets wheezing out of their tubes, flying towards their intended targets. Far ahead, the once green forest and the fields surrounding it turned into craters and later black.

"Ah, and our boys have just started their bombardment as usual according to their shock and awe doctrine, and as we see here, it seems like they've started to hit their targets. Right here, multiple tanks are seen being hit, I can see a Tiger I taken out, several Panther tanks following! It seems like this will be another easy win for the team." The caster continued to report the match on the radio for the listeners to hear.

Back on the battlefield, the bombardment continued for 5 minutes. In the Alligator's position, multiple Panthers were already destroyed; white flags popped out in mass; some Tigers were also brutally taken out by the relentless bombardment; and eventually, the bombardment stopped. In total, 8 Panthers and 2 Tigers were destroyed. Their defenses broke before a shot could be fired.

Meanwhile, the M24's began to move ahead; one stopped in a position while the rest continued moving ahead. As the crew of the halted M24 began setting up a balloon in the air, one operator then began working on a jamming device, turning it on before they continued moving.

"Jammers are now on; their communications are now screwed." Said one feminine voice from the M24 through the radio, reporting.

Murphy looked at the other Sherman's as they began moving in formation in single file lines; each line consisted of five Sherman's. One Sherman pointed its barrel forward, while the one on the second line pointed its barrel to the right, and the third pointed it to the left. The same was followed by the other tanks on the back.

In the line of the 3rd Company of the 1st platoon, the tank's turrets were watching right, left, and forward for any enemies until they faced an ambush from up ahead, from a Tiger I and several other Panther's, remnants of the brutal bombardment, taking out the leading tank. The Shermans began to disperse, and they lined up, firing at what they suspected was the place where the Tiger was hiding.

"This is Anvil-2 actual to Pitcher-actual. Fire mission, Grid D5, coordinates; 2545 5678, enemy armoured vehicles." The sound of the platoon commander was heard through the radio as it requested a bombardment in a professional and calm tone, as it looked back and forth from the map and the source of the fire, calculating the enemy's position with such accuracy inside his head.

"Grid D5, coordinates; 2545 567, enemy armored vehicle, confirm?" The commander asked once more.

"Confirm, bring in the rain." The platoon commander confirmed.

"Roger, bringing in the rain." The calliope commander acknowledged, writing down the coordinates, before he relayed them to the other Calliope units.

Outside, where the Calliope's were stationed, which were protected by Murphy's company of Sherman's where they were dug in, crews were seen still loading in new rockets that they placed on top of the engine. They worked together in coordination, trying to load in new rockets as fast as they could, before they hopped back inside the Calliope, and an order went through from the Calliope commander.

"On my mark." The commander of the Calliope force halted; before then, he continued in a stern tone.

"Fire."

The Calliopes fired their rockets in unison, firing one shell every second. The rockets flew for a moment in the air before they began to fall back to the ground, hitting their intended target.

"Target suppressed; thanks for the bombardment; Anvil-2 actual, out." The platoon commander's voice went off.

"How's the situation so far?" Murphy looked at Bill for answers while standing on the cupola, overlooking the activity outside.

"All is well; so far, we only have 3 Sherman's disabled; counting the knocked-out tanks from our foe, there's only 1 Tiger left." Bill continued relaying information through the radio.

"Way below what we expect; I was expecting that we'd lost a platoon. Although we might be able to do something better than that." Murphy felt disappointed, as he thought that fewer tanks could've been taken out.

"Well, this is already incredible, you know; we barely got many casualties." Said his gunner, Simon, while he relaxed on his seat, doing nothing as the tank was not involved in combat.

"Yeah, right. Be happy for once." His driver, Kane, tried cheering up Murphy.

"They're right, you know; stop being too much of a perfectionist." The loader, Gregor, also tried cheering up Murphy.

"Maybe... Huh, you three spoke up, quite surprising." Murphy then looked back at Bill. "How's the situation now? It's just a tiger now, right?" Murphy asked.

"Yep, they're still searching for it, but it wouldn't take long." Bill continued checking the radio for any incoming information or distress.

Back in the battlefield, the Sherman's are on the search for the last Tiger, as it was still moving, running away due to lacking the will and discipline, but then it doesn't take long till 2 M24 appeared and charged towards it from the sides. The Tiger was caught off-guard, and before they even made a move, the M24 crashed onto the Tiger and fired both of their 75mm guns, taking the Tiger out in close range, which also broke their cannons. The tiger's white flag popped out, and the tiger was finally taken out, ending the battle.

"Two M24's appeared out of nowhere and took out the Tiger from the flanks! What a spectacular performance by our boys; we wouldn't be seeing the Alligators perform anytime soon!"

Murphy was back at his apartment, coming out from the bathroom wearing fresh shirts and shorts. He sat on the desk and opened the laptop in front of him, where he saw a new message in his email. "Huh, new entry."

He then took a gulp of water from a bottle before reading closely at the new entry. Coming in from the team's intelligence group, he read the title of the email: 'Information regarding a new potential adversary'.

"Fort Nelson Tankery. Huh."

Murphy began scrolling down the document, looking closely at every detail he saw. He first saw background information about the team, which he ignored, jumping directly into the composition and training. There, he saw a complete and detailed information table for each member, where he looked at one person in particular, a very young girl and her portrait named Alisia.

"She looks young." He read on; there were descriptions below of the girl having no background in tankery. Although there is a paragraph explaining her family's background, it is limited to only one quite significant person in particular.

"Oh wow, the devil's daughter. I wonder." He scrolled some further, 35 people in total with a page full of themselves. "Christ, where did she get all this information?"

Murphy then closed the laptop before stretching his arms before walking back to the bed. "Got a promise to fulfill. Oh well." He then closed his eyes before eventually falling asleep.