Girls und Panzers: A Thundering Evolution

Outback Cobber Academy Story Arc.

Summary:

Willow and Hazel Cooper, twin sisters from Melbourne, Australia, became the prodigies of Outback Cobber Academy (O.C.A), a Tankery school born from their childhood passion for Sensha-Dō. At 6'8", bricc, and lethal in any match, they grew into the overall commanders of O.C.A, running it with a mix of modern military tactics and World War II tank strategy. Although quiet and clumsy off the battlefield, they transform into unhinged, fierce warriors during matches. Their school, supported by the Australian government and military, competes against international heavyweights like Liberty Union Academy (USA), Tsar Academy (Russia), and others in fierce, no-holds-barred Tankery competitions. With a penchant for taking prisoners and a school motto of "No worries, mate," O.C.A stands out as a force to be reckoned with in the world of Tankery. Beneath their battle-hardened exterior, Willow harbors a crush on Keith R. Brussett of Soronox Union, while Hazel seeks a good-looking boyfriend from among their rival schools, despite her shyness. Here's their backstory.

Backstory:

Willow and Hazel Cooper were born into a world where military prowess met absurdity. Raised in Melbourne, their lives were filled with gaming, boxing, and a healthy obsession with anything involving competition. By the age of 7, these titanic twins were already 5'2" and had the strength to back up their towering height. It wasn't until a fateful trip to Japan that their lives changed forever. Their parents, high-ranking officials in the Australian government, took the sisters to witness their first Sensha-Dō match, and the girls were fucking blown away.

As the twin towers of muscle sat in the stands, their eyes sparkled with a mix of awe and unholy excitement as they watched tanks duke it out on the field. The Cooper sisters immediately befriended Momo Kawashima, Hana Isuzu, and Anzu Kadotani. The five of them were a motley crew of girls, running around the Sensha-Dō stadium like kids who'd just stolen the world's biggest ice cream cone. But when the trip ended, and Willow and Hazel returned to Australia, their hearts ached for Tankery-a sport they soon realized was exclusive to Japan. That didn't sit well with the twins, and in true Aussie fashion, they weren't going to let that slide.

Back home, the twins threw a fit to rival a Category 5 cyclone, whining and bitching to their parents, "Why the bloody hell ain't we got Tankery, huh?!" Their relentless complaining didn't go unheard. When your kids are 5'2" of pure muscle at 9 years old, it's hard to ignore them. Their parents, who already held weighty positions in the Australian government, used their clout to push for the creation of an Australian Tankery school. And they fucking got it.

By the time they were 12, the Australian government, along with the Department of Defence and the Australian Defence Force (ADF), had opened Outback Cobber Academy. O.C.A was unlike any other Tankery school. It wasn't bound by the rigid rules of Japan's Sensha-Dō Federation. Hell no. They used WW2 tanks like the British Matilda II, the American Sherman, and the Australian Sentinel in matches, but with a twist. They trained in modern military tactics, wore sleek tanker uniforms that'd make a fashionista weep, and carried real guns with rubber bullets that actually hurt when they shot at you. O.C.A wasn't just a school; it was a battlefield, and Willow and Hazel thrived in it.

At the age of 14, the Cooper twins, with their imposing height and strength of seven men, became the Overall Commanders of O.C.A. Their leadership style was... unique, to say the least. Despite their intimidating looks, the twins were quiet and gentle when not in the heat of battle. They had a love for flowers, which confused the hell out of anyone who didn't know them well. But when the matches started, these two giants went from clumsy girls to unhinged warriors, smashing through the competition like a wrecking ball on a sugar high.

"FUCK YEAH! COME ON YA BLOODY WANKERS!" Hazel would scream over the comms as her Matilda II plowed through enemy lines, rubber bullets bouncing off the steel hide of the tanks as though they were merely flies.