Virginian Field, Train Station, September 19, 2015, 1025 hours:
The sun was shining up in the sky, and the wind was barely breathing. Birds chirped and sang throughout the entire forest. Meanwhile, in the spectator area, there are barely many spectators—only a few journalists or some locals with their children sitting on the area, eyes forward towards the large screen ahead being held by what seems to be a giant mobile artillery platform.
A trail of smoke was spotted in the distance. It was a coal-powered locomotive, carrying several cargoes on its back, tanks covered with dark tarps, held onto the platform with chains tied to it. Streaming through the old yet still tough railway. The train began to decrease in speed as it approached the station, and eventually, as it entered the station, the brake triggered, halting the wheel from moving and creating a screech as the wheel rubbed against the rail below, which brought the train to a halt.
The workers began off-loading the tanks off the platform, which took several tens of minutes for them to do so. afterwards, they lined the tanks just beside the off-loading station. Before then, one man grabbed onto his walkie-talkie and reported, "Off-loading completed, boss, what now?"
"Put the flag on the churchill, and you all can leave afterwards." One of the workers then attached a red square flag near the Churchill's engine. Before then, they placed their equipment back in their place and hopped back on their jeeps, leaving the tanks behind.
Then, three buses arrived at the station. The doors on the front, right, and back were then opened, and students began walking out of the bus. Some students looked excited with their behavior, some were tired, and pockets were seen in their eyes. Alisia was limping out of the bus; bags on her eyes could be seen. Just as she was about to take the last step out of the bus, she slipped and dropped her head first to the ground.
"Oww..." Alisia let out a small grunt upon impact, and she remained on the ground until Miyuki approached her from behind.
"Are you alright?" Miyuki picked Alisia's shoulder to get Alisia on her feet again. "You don't look like you got much sleep..."
Alisia's face was all but soulless; her eyes were devoid of life inside. Miyuki sighed. She lifted her hand above Alisia's head for a pat, but all of a sudden Alisia went back to life, and her eyes glared at Miyuki's. Miyuki then withdrew her hand and backed away, gulping.
"Why are you so sleepy, Alisia? You didn't sleep last night?" Anoki popped out from behind Alisia, looking down at her.
Alisia yawned again before she glared at the two and spoke in an aggressive tone. "Who do you think spent the last hours doing all the papers while everyone was asleep?"
"Oh..." Anoki went quiet, looking at Alisia's death glare, and looked away. "Sorry for that."
Alisia went quiet; her face looked up at the morning sky, breathing in the fresh Virginian air, before she asked. "Uhh... what was our strategy again?"
Jack appeared from behind. Upon hearing Alisia's words, he released a heavy sigh and approached her, kneeling down to her level with a frustrated look on his face. "We're ambushing the"
"We're fighting the Boston College team, where my tank and Isabelle's will lure them to a trap where we can take them out from the flanks and use your Churchill as some kind of magnet since the armor of the Churchill is quite strong and durable." Alisia jolted awake, just remembering the plans that were made days prior.
Jack just stared at her, blinking in disbelief, before then releasing a small cough. "Oh, so you remember just now." He stood back up. "Tsk, are you even up for this job being in this state?"
Alisia looked down, releasing a heavy sigh. "You're right. I don't deserve this position." She went quiet before she continued. "Yeah, sure. Take my position and deal with those papers at 12 PM dealing with filing all the tanks and members we'll be bringing that I have to submit to the committee because the student council president forgot to do it, and I have to stay awake to make sure they receive it until 4 AM when everyone was already on the bus to the airport." She looked up and glared into his eyes, her blackened eyes staring into his soul, and her body posture was in a weak pose.
Jack was silent from the last comment, feeling anger building up inside Alisia, though unfazed, and decided not to continue. "Fair point, I guess."
Alisia walked away, releasing a huff of frustration, and headed towards the tanks. "Why did God even choose me?" she thought to herself, releasing yet another heavy sigh. "I'm going to take a short nap." She climbed on the Stuart, struggling at first, but then she managed to climb on and hop inside the cupola before shutting the hatch above.
"Heh. Sleepy head." Miyuki chuckled at seeing Alisia being all grumpy. "Oi, we still need to greet our opponent! Wake up!" Miyuki approached the tank and began hitting the tank hatch, and in response, the hatch opened at a fast speed, hitting hard on Miyuki's head. Alisia popped out her head with her bagged eyes, glaring at Miyuki as she was fuming with anger. But in the end, the students began revving up their tanks's engines and made their way towards the meeting point.
The entire class was standing shoulder to shoulder, with their tanks lined up behind them as they awaited for their opponent to arrive. Alisia, meanwhile, was standing in front of the group, being the leader of the team after all, yawning, and was hardly able to keep her eyes open.
"I feel like we're going to lose." Colin commented on Alisia's sleepy appearance.
"No kidding, but I can take charge if things went wrong." Jack assured Colin.
"Really? Well, you lead the hunting club once after all." The other students began backing up on Jack, to which Alisia, who was still tired and moody, looked back, staring at them with a sharp stare that caught the attention of the students, causing them to stop.
Meanwhile, a wily jeep was seen in front of them, with two Committee observer figures wearing dark-colored wool shirts and trousers, along with leather boots, and the M1 helmet on their heads colored with a red line around it and with two letters written in front: 'OC'.
"Man, this sucks." One of them commented. "I don't sign up for this stupid ass committee observer bullshit; I wish I got stationed somewhere else, like in Japan. Get those hot girls with short skirts."
"Well, that's for us two retards pissing off the fucking high brass for being caught drunk. At least Uncle Sam still has some use for us dumbasses. Sent to the DHS to cosplay as some world war two watered down looking ass MP's like it's Berlin all over again overseeing some kids. At least we still got decent checks."
Then, a rumble was heard in the distance, with small rocks and small patches of dirt and rocks shaking all over the place. The sound of multiple engines was heard loud and clear, catching the attention of all of the students to the source that was ahead of them. Emerged a Sherman, with its 76,2mm cannon aimed forward, its green camouflage, and the emblem of the school in a low-visibility color scheme shown in all its glory, followed by other Shermans on its back, lined up in an arrow formation, counting 10 with 5 in each echelon and another extra 5 tanks on the rear, all of them attached to a triangle flag with the color orange. Then emerged another arrow of Shermans from the side of the formation, with the same composition appearing from the right, attached to a triangle flag with the color red. Three M24's also appeared from the left of the formation, their 75mm cannon pointed forward, attached to a square black flag on each tank. Then from behind another formation of Shermans appeared from the distance, their 76,2 mm cannons pointed forward, and with a triangle golden flag attached to each tank, followed behind were 5 Shermans with a rocket platform attached to the roof, attached to a square white flag on the roof of the turret.
This show of force caused the student to stare with a face of shock and awe. Looking at the sheer numbers and firepower that were in front of them, Some had their mouths agape, unable to believe what they were seeing. The formation came to a halt. Each hatchet from each tank opened as the crew, wearing their usual tankery uniform, which is long khaki shirts and trousers, with long black boots and their gloves off, with the short, thin rope keeping the gloves attached to their wrists. Some were wearing thick leather jackets, while others were not. The same can be said with their tanker helmets. Then there was Ronald Murphy, making his way with his members to meet the team ahead of them. The rest of the members halted, forming multiple lines with their officers in front, numbering hundreds of them. The higher-up company officers stood in front of them.
Ronald later halted in his advance, with Alisia feeling intimidated by the sheer force and numbers in front of her, unable to move much of her limb, with cold sweat dripping down from being nervous to death, in addition to a tall figure that was approaching her with a look as if it hadn't had much sleep like her. Ronald looked down at her and chuckled. "Heh, are you really the commander of this team?"
Alisia was fully awakened from her nervousness as her instinct to live kicked in, pumping hormones into her brain and fear into her mind. "So many," she thought.
"What? A cat bit your tongue, young lady." Murphy placed his hands on his hips. His members behind him began commenting on the team they're about to face; some were laughing and giggling. But one person in particular showed a face of fondness, and that was Molly. She charged forward, and she collided with Ronald, causing him to fall. Molly then squatted herself to Alisia's level.
"Aww! You're so cute!" Molly gave Alisia a wide smile. "You remind me of my younger sister! Or are you her, you little devil?" She pinched Alisia's cheeks, causing Alisia to blush red-violet.
"O-Oww-" Alisia grunted from the pain; this caused a reaction from Alisia's rear, where the other students were in shock at the sudden intrusion.
"Is she really that cute? Tsk." Jack stared at the ongoing event in front of him.
"Alisia's being pinched to death." Miyuki stared at the event in front of her before her face transformed into one of awe. "Aww, this is so cute!"
"I never knew someone would admire her like that." Anoki blinks in disbelief. "I never saw her getting treated like that; she's always alone, isn't she?"
"You look cuter with that tired face! Aww, did you overwork yourself, honey?" Molly gave a massive embrace, wrapping her arms around Alisia and holding her close to her chest.
"S-Shtooop!" Alisia's voice was muffled as she was embraced close, trying to release herself from Molly.
Just as Molly continued pinching Alisia, one of the committee observer personnel walked in, while the other was leaning back on the jeep.
"Alright, let's get this started. Raise your right hand if you're ready." The committee ordered. Followed by Murphy raising his hand and Molly letting go of Alisia. The observer looked down at Alisia, who was yet to raise her right hand. "Missy?"
Alisia was breathing heavily, regaining oxygen after the tight embrace she was given, shaking her head before she looked up at the committee. "O-Oh, sorry." She then raised her right hand.
"Now, repeat after me." He cleared his throat before continuing. "I swear to God, or to whom I worship, or to the Committee of the Match." The two repeated the same sentence in unison before the observer continued. "That we will and must abide by the rules written." He stopped as the two repeated the sentence in unison before continuing. "To abide by the committee's observer's rules and orders, to respect its opponents, and to ensure safety."
After the oath was said, the observer looked at the two. Before saying, "Alright, shake hands when your teams agree to play fairly and by the books."
Both Alisia and Murphy shook hands with each other, with Murphy staring down at Alisia, penetrating into her eyes. Alisia was soon to release her hands from his after shaking twice.
"Alright then, good luck to you both." The observer stepped away and back to his Jeep, where his friend was waiting in the driver's seat. After he sat down, the jeep dusted off. The students walked back to their tanks and drove towards their respective starting positions, as the match was about to start.
"Come one.." Ronald dragged Molly away.
"But I still want to see her!" Molly pouted.
"You can do it after the match; come on." and so each team returned to their starting point as the match officially began.
Alisia was standing on the tank's cupola, overlooking the entire formation of her team as they were all now in the starting position, 30 minutes in as they waited for the match to start.
"Are we even gonna win? They have much better stuff than ours." Beornhelm's voice can be heard through the radio, complaining for almost the duration of driving from the meeting point to the starting point.
"Befornhelm, can you actually shut up? You've been complaining for the last half an hour, and I'm losing my mind!" Colin's voice was heard in response to Beornhelm's complaints. Just as the situation was about to escalate, an unexpected voice was heard through the radio.
"This is your captain speaking. Well, look at you all in your first match against one of the strongest teams in the world in terms of numbers, experience, and firepower." The entire crew's attention was diverted to the radio, with a look of surprise on their faces. Not expecting such an entry into their communications.
"Don't take that to heart, by the way! But anyway, don't get too serious; it's just a normal friendly match! The gamemode is destroying each other's flag tank if you haven't known yet. The tank with the red square flag is the flag tank; keep it alive if you want to win. Sadly, we can't attend your match to spectate due to some complications back home, but we hope for the best for you all. Godspeed." The radio went off with a pitch, with only the sound of the engine being heard by the crew. It was then broken by Alisia clearing her throat.
"So..." She reached towards the radio and began speaking to the other teammates. "Alright, so, uh. This is our first match and all... Stick to the plan. Stuff..."
"I'm doubting our commander's capability to lead us." Isabelle said it through the radio. "Oops. My radio's on."
"Can't we have Jack lead instead? At least he once led the hunting club."
"Yeah, why not him?"
The radio turned into a cluster of people talking about who should be the commander, leaving Alisia frustrated and unable to respond to the commotion.
Alisia felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to flinch forward and hit the wall. "OW!"
Miyuki flinched back, also hitting the wall of the tank, causing her to growl in pain.
Alisia regained composure before looking back at Miyuki with a look of disdain. "Stop touching me."
Miyuki later managed to regain composure before looking at Alisia. "Sorry!" she bowed at her but ended up hitting the chamber of the cannon, causing her to flinch back and hit the wall again. "Oww.."
"Clumsy bunch..." Anoki chuckled, looking at the commotion that was happening from her driver seat.
A sound of a rocket can be heard in the distance, a white streak flying high into the clear blue sky until it explodes.
"It's starting." Alisia stood up on her seat, standing up there, using it to reach the cupola. She looked at the tanks surrounding her, and with the lessons she had gotten in the previous weeks, she raised her left arm before then lowering it down, facing forward.
The tanks then began moving in order, with the Rams first, followed by the Churchills, and later the Stuarts.
"Forward." Alisia ordered Anoki. Anoki heard the order and released the brakes using the lever, pushing her legs on the pedals. The sound of the Stuart's engine roared as it lurched forward, following behind the group that had moved earlier.
The formation began to enter the thick green forest, with bushes and grasses all around, decorating the terrain. The sound of engines and the smell of oil can be heard and smelled through the surroundings. The engines kept the tanks moving, leaving trails behind. Soon, they came upon an opening—a large open field with a small hill that overlooked the view in front, surrounded by trees and bushes of all kinds. Alisia was still standing on the cupola; before then, she went down inside the tank and reached towards the radio, grabbing the handset, before pulling it close to her head and speaking through the radio. "Alright, uhh.. Divide yourself into two and set up in front of the hill, on the sides. Churchill, get behind the hill, and prepare. The other Stuart, uh, follow me."
"You heard her, just like we had planned." Jack's voice was heard through the radio.
The tanks began to move according to plan. The Ram's divided themselves into two groups, one with two tanks and one with three tanks. An accident occurred when a Ram was turning right while the other was turning left, causing them to crash into each other.
"S-Sorry!" Antoine apologized through the radio.
"No, I should be sorry," Colin said in a sincere tone.
Alisia heard the short commotion on the radio. She looked back to see two Rams crash into each other. She looked down toward Anoki. "S-Stop stop!"
"Huh?" Anoki hit the brakes, causing the tank to come to a sudden halt, causing Miyuki to almost hit the walls again.
"H-Hey! Can't you drive a bit smoother?" Miyuki protested.
"Sorry..." Anoki apologized, looking down.
Alisia, meanwhile, was looking at the crashed Ram's, and with a look of worry on her face, she reached towards the handset. "I see two tanks just crashed; is everything alright over there?"
There was silence for a brief while, until a response came in. "We're alright; we just need to back away a bit."
The rams backed away from each other; they halted, and there was movement.
"You can go first."
"No, you go first; my mistake is not noticing you."
"Uhh, it was my fault too."
Alisia sighed in frustration at the two commanders refusing to move on. She then pulled the handset close to her yet again, and in a low, angry tone, she spoke through. "Get moving, or else I'll have the lieutenant do physical training on you two again."
There was silence, no movement from the tanks. Alisia scoffed, yelling through the radio. "BEORNHELM, YOU MOVE FIRST, NOW."
"Ok, ok!" Beornhelm panicked, and one of the Rams began moving, bypassing the other Ram behind, before then following with the other Ram moving.
"God, please help me." Alisia covered her face; her cries were muffled but heard through the radio and the crew below. Alisia went back into the tank, looking back and forth, before then asking. "No water?"
"Uhm, we thought it was just going to be a very short match." Miyuki halted, looking at Alisia now fuming more and more. She cowered down, hiding on the corner, the same as Anoki trying to cover her ears with the hearing protection.
"Dehydration is scary." Anoki commented in a low tone. Miyuki looked at her, nodding.
After a few minutes, the Ram's were now in their respective positions surrounding the hill, hiding amongst the trees and bushes. Alisia's and Isabelle's Stuart, meanwhile, were making their way ahead of the hill to the forest, engines roaring and threads leaving tracks of the tanks.
Alisia was standing on the cupola, overseeing the entire flat, tree-covered landscape surrounding her tank. She looked back at the bag, pulling out a map, a compass, and an old watch. She looked close to the map and the instruments she just pulled out of; her eyes went blank.
"What am I doing again?" Alisia scratched her head, looking at the map again, showing a look of confusion on her face. She slammed the roof in frustration, and before then she slammed her head to the roof, releasing out a small whimper.
"We should've brought water... She's getting a bit insane." Miyuki was still sitting on the gunner seat, gulping from Alisia's rage on the cupola.
"She's not a bit insane. She's going to explode." Anoki kept her eyes on the view port and her arms and legs on the controls.
"Stupid watch.. stupid map.. stupid-" Alisia began throwing the items to the tank's floor, her eyebrows furrowed, throwing a fit of rage, but then was cut short as a shell slammed onto Isabelle's Stuart, and a white flag popped out.
"We're hit!" Isabelle's voice can be heard through the radio.
In front of them, through the bush, was a Sherman with its 76mm cannon pointing at the destroyed Stuart. Another 4 and then 9 Shermans' appeared from behind, dispersing from its single file line, forming up side by side. Miyuki panicked and pulled the trigger of the 37mm cannon. The cannon released a thunderous sound, spewing out a hand-sized bullet and flying towards a Sherman. Before then, it touched the sloped surface of the Sherman, which then ricocheted up towards the sky.
"What have you done!?" Alisia yelled at Miyuki from the cupola, looking down with an angry face and covering her ears.
"Sorry!" Miyuki apologized; her head lowered, gulping.
The turrets of the Shermans' began rotating towards the source of the fire; before then, a barrage of fire thundered across the forest, and shells spewed out from each cannon, firing each large shell towards what they assumed to be the source of the fire. The shell then hit near the Stuart; one even flew inches beneath Alisia's head, hitting some hair.
The wave caused Alisia to freeze in place; her hands began shaking, her body shivered, and her instinct told her to get back inside the tank, but the nerves stopped her from moving an inch of her body.
It was until Anoki appeared from below and dragged Alisia back into the tank before crawling back to her driver seat, hitting on the gas, and driving Stuart away from the scene. "We're getting out of here!"
The sound of the Stuart's engine roaring as it ran away from the scene caused the Sherman's to advance, pushing through the bushes before then spotting the lone Stuart now driving away. The sound of the Sherman's engines roared loudly through the forest, giving chase to the fleeting tank.
Alisia was still in shock; Miyuki could only look at her, helpless on what to do. "Alisia looks dead inside! What should we do?!" she yelled at Miyuki.
"Slap her or something! Wake her up!" Anoki still kept her eyes on the view port, avoiding trees and some rocks that might stop their advance. Her arms and legs are on the controls, trying to move the levers and controls as fast as she can. "Ugh! These things are hard to control!"
Miyuki blinked a few times, looking at Alisia, gulping again, bracing herself. "Please forgive me." She raised her hand and slammed it towards Alisia's cheeks, hitting it hard, causing Alisia to flinch and hit the wall.
"Oww!" Alisia woke up from her shock; before then, her eyes turned towards Miyuki, and just as she was about to glare, Miyuki interrupted.
"Not now, okay! You can hit or kick me whenever you want later! We need orders now!" Miyuki yelled before looking down in shame, not daring to see Alisia's face.
Alisia blinked a few times before realization kicked into her mind along with the objectives. She grabbed the broady helmet and went to the cupola, her head popping out by a little, using the commander's seat to reach it, looking around to spot 10 Shermans' chasing them while firing on the move, shots falling just behind the tank, dirt and shrapnel falling from above, hitting her helmet. Her previous training kicked in, as she then began ordering Miyuki.
"Gunner, Sherman at uhh..." she tried remembering her old training; before then, she remembered and continued. "A-Ah! 7 o'clock!
Miyuki heard Alisia's order; before then, she moved back to her position and began rotating the turret in the said direction. Alisia relayed seconds ago, the cannon now facing towards the group of Sherman's; she moved the turret to one of Sherman's before then responding. "On!"
"Fire!"
"Firing!" Miyuki pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. "Eh?" Miyuki pulled away and opened the chamber. Before long, a shell popped out from inside, still hot. She remembered that she had already fired a shell at one of Sherman's before. "EH?!"
"What happened?" Alisia looked down at Miyuki.
"I forgot to replace the shell." Miyuki gulped again.
Alisia was about to explode and release its' fit of rage once more, but then she took a deep breath before then releasing it. She then looked at Miyuki with a cold face. "Then replace it..."
Miyuki gulped hard after hearing the cold words from Alisia, before nodding, going down, and taking a fresh shell from the ammo rack, before standing up again and loading the shell into the chamber, and shutting the chamber afterwards. "Up!"
"Fire!"
"Firing!" Miyuki pulled the trigger of the cannon, triggering the shell, causing a loud explosion as the shell spewed out from the cannon, flying through the thick forest, and missed by a few inches from the Sherman.
"How did you miss it?!" Alisia was unable to contain its rage, now releasing an angry yell at Miyuki, glaring at her.
"Sorry!" Miyuki apologized in a nervous tone, looking down.
"Load another shell and keep their attention on us!"
"R-Right!" Miyuki took another shell from the ammo rack; before then, she opened the chamber to see a shell stuck inside, with smoke steaming out.
"Uhm.." Miyuki attempted to pull it out, but she flinched once an inch of her skin got in contact with the hot, steaming shell.
"Ow!" Miyuki grunted before looking at it. She tried hitting the chamber in an attempt to pull the shell out; before then, it did but fell on her feet, causing her to flinch once more, kick the shell away, and load the fresh shell into the chamber, going back to the gun and aiming before firing.
"Firing!"
The process of firing and reloading repeated for several minutes, until Alisia saw an opening that was the place they set up for an ambush prior. She reached towards the handset and began talking through it. "Rod team, this is Hook Leader. We have the fish on the hook, and we'll be there in a few seconds. We'll keep them on the hook. Get ready."
The Stuart continued maneuvering across the terrain, eventually reaching the landscape ahead while still being chased by the Sherman's behind. All of a sudden, from the small hill ahead, the Churchill III appeared with all its might, showing itself in front of the tank chase and firing its 57mm cannon at one of the Shermans, knocking it out.
Then, followed by that, the Rams' that were hiding from each side began firing their 6-pound cannons from the flank at the chasing Sherman's, most missed, some hitting three other Shermans'. Sherman's halted and began driving towards a much lower terrain, avoiding fire.
"We got them surrounded!" Jack's voice can be heard through the radio, with a tone of jubilee.
"We should seize the opportunity and take out all of them at close range!" Antoine's voice can be heard through the radio.
The radio was then filled with people discussing whether they should charge at them or not. Alisia was unable to do much but sit and watch as the Rams' and the Churchill began charging towards the surrounded Shermans'.
Adler was inside his tank, surrounded by the rest of his platoon, stuck and unable to move, as they'd get shot outright once they attempted to pop out. He looked around, using the viewport on the cupola in a frantic manner, to see the situation outside.
He looked at the tank outside the low ground that occupied his commander, Aiden, with a white flag popped out from the turret, smoke steaming out on the front of the impact area. "Shit."
He reached towards the radio on his neck and began contacting the other surviving tanks. "All Duffus units report in."
"Duffus 1-3, reporting in."
"Duffus 1-4, reporting in."
"Duffus 1–5, reporting in."
"Duffus 2-4, reporting in."
"Duffus 2-5, reporting in."
One by one, the tanks began reporting their condition, accounting for six tanks that remained from the ambush. "Damn it. They got all of our officers somehow."
"Well, our Captain Superman just brought us to a trap; no wonder why everyone shits on our company." Bill muttered from his gunner seat.
"Fucking Lt. Superman wannabe..." Daniel also muttered from his loader position.
"Just shut up." Adler reached towards the radio back of the gun chamber, looking at the frequency, before then grabbing the handset, pulling it close to him. He then spoke through in a nervous yet calm tone, "This is Duffus 1-2 to Baseplate, over?" He waited for a reply.
"This is Baseplate; go ahead, over." Murphy's voice was heard through the radio.
"Duffus 2 to Baseplate, uhh, we're in a bit of a sticky situation here. Both Duffus Actuals are out of action, and we're now stuck on low ground and pinned down. These kids got us good... How do you wish us to proceed?" Adler awaited another response.
There was silence on the radio; some yells were heard but not audible. Until then, a response came in. "Baseplate to Duffus 2, how many of you still remain?" The voice was heavy in breath.
"Uhh, we got only 6 left; the other platoon didn't join us in pursuit for some reason; how do you wish us to proceed?"
A louder and a bit more audible fit of rage can be heard through the radio. It was until Adler noticed something outside. He popped out from the cupola to see Rams' pushing in from the flanks, along with Churchill also pushing from the front. His eyes widened, and before then, he yelled through the neck radio. "They're coming in! Brace yourselves!"
He grabbed the handset radio once more, speaking through the radio. "Duffus 2 to Baseplate, we need a fire mission at uhh." Adler scavenged through the compartment before he yelled at Bill. "Bill! Where the fuck are the map and the measuring tool?!"
The gunner began rotating the turret sideways, while the loader grabbed a shell from the rack, ready to load in another fresh shell to the chamber, while Adler was still in a frantic manner, trying to look around for the measuring tool for the map that was needed to call in for the fire mission from the Calliopes.
"BILL! WHERE IS THE FUCKING MAP AND MEASURING TOOL?!" Adler yelled louder, but the situation was too tense as Bill was moving the turret to the side, towards the formation of tanks that were about to overwhelm them.
"Damnit, the terrain's too low for the barrel to aim! We're fucked!" Bill cursed as he could only see the tanks that were charging in front of his sight, unable to do much as the barrel was unable to aim at the approaching enemy.