A few acquaintances from all walks of life gather together to form clans in a fight against war. However, little did they know the adventure they were in for... Can these newly-formed alliance work together and make it out alive? Or will they fail u...
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A tank stood all by itself in the path of the mountain, overlooking the deep blue sea. It was a light tank, barely taller than two humans standing on top of one another, armed with a gargantuan XT M3 Thunder. His gaze was locked on the beautiful evening, totally unaware of the dangerous surroundings.
Looking down into the valley, the driver saw multiple tanks from his clan, each getting healed by blue nanobots. He turned his view away from the fighting vehicles towards a building behind him.
Boom! Following a bright flash of pure energy, his vivid Needle paint instantly changed to a coat of rusted brown. A stream of yellow pierced clean through the tank's strong armour and faded softly away.
It was Tristan who had fired, a highly respected Commander armed with an impeccable XT M3 Railgun. Each shot he fired was packed with flawless precision and undoubted lethality. One shot, one kill.
The sharpshooter rotated his turret in celebration of the kill he had just made.
The War broke out between 8 rival clans, each with excellent members that were equipped with pristine weaponry. It began in the year 2431 when nuclear weapons were found to have flaws that rendered them useless and after the world has been cleared of mindless flesh-eating zombies. However, now the world has tanks with specialised turrets and new hulls. These tanks only needed one driver and are much better than their outdated predecessors.
Lynus, armed with an Isida M3 at that moment, drove his steady Viking next to the Commander and commended, "Good shot." Tristan attempted a reply, but was abruptly cut off by a hail of Vulcan fire from an opponent.
"Ignore it," said Bryan, a Generalissimo. He was of the penultimate rank in the clan, the chief member of it and a matchless strategist. Armed with an XT M3 Thunder, he was considered as one of the most brilliant tankers the world has ever seen. "It's getting dark. Back to base."
The league followed Bryan back to their base, where they got out of the tank via the cupola located on the turret. "Who's on duty today?" asked Vernon, a General. Duty referred to guarding the entrance of their top secret stronghold.
"It should be Ernest and Laurent," replied Lynus.
"I guess so ," mumbled Laurent as he mounted a Black Luftplazen rocket launcher on his shoulders while his buddy, Ernest, picked up a Black Proposition light machine gun. They plodded towards the gate with their hefty firearms.
While Laurent and Ernest kept watch and the rest snatched forty winks, Lynus and Bryan discussed tactics- their "hit-and-run" method was beginning to prove itself to have some shortcomings.
"How about we all bombard the Bonarians from all directions?" Bryan suggested. "We can equip ourselves with thunders and put on double damage. This will cause massive amounts of carnage and confusion."
"Well, I guess we could siege their base. It would cause widespread panic, which will be good... for us," Lynus commented before the two headed to their bunks.
Tomorrow's a big day, Bryan thought before he fell asleep.
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"Wake up!" Lynus shouted like a rooster in the morning, except that it wasn't even morning. It wasn't even dawn! Ernest opened his eyelids and wiped off the sleep in the corner of his eyes before taking a peep at his alarm clock.
It was only 3a.m.! The clan slowly got up and exchanged confused glances before being told to pack breakfast in a bag. Then, Bryan briefly discussed the plan with the rest of the gang.
"We go now!" Bryan shouted. The rest began driving alongside the Hornet as they headed to the Bonarian base.
Lynus, Tristan, Vernon and a few other members positioned themselves, aiming their M3 Twins and Ricochets at Gate A, the gate that faced the north.
Meanwhile, Bryan and four others, including Laurent and Gareth were busy preparing their XT M3 Thunders and M3 Strikers to obliterate Gate A. When everyone was ready and poised to strike like cobras, Bryan fired an explosive shell at the immense fortress. This was a signal for the other the four to fire.
Boom! Bang! The gang let off a crazed volley of explosive projectiles onto the citadel's gate. Soon, the gate was demolished by the barrage of oncoming explosives. The deafening explosions and blinding pellets robbed the Bonarians of their peaceful sleep. Some confused and ill-equipped Bonarians charged out of the tower, armed with a wide array of weapons. However, most were not suitable for the task at hand.
These Bonarians were ambushed by Daniel and Ernest, who hid beside the gate. The flames the duo let loose filled the air with their wrath and fury. The flares refused to be contained or condemned to die into ashes, swallowing anything that stood in its way, incinerating the enemy armoured vehicles. Together with the Ricochet and Twins projectile, most of the helpless Bonarians were wiped out.
The remaining Bonarians made an attempt to escape from gate C, the gate that faced west, only to realise that some more troops were waiting. Again, they were bombarded with projectiles from all directions. Desperate, they tried to flee through gate D, the gate that faced east. However, they were caught off-guard by Ian and six others. The Bonarians were frozen and iced, at the same time doomed to die.
After two hours, the Bonar clan was completely wiped out while the GenFaiPers did not even suffer one casualty. Everyone got out of their tanks and settled down to have breakfast.
"Guys, what do you think we can do about this majestic palace?" asked Daniel.
"Well, we are going to chop it up, and use these resources to reinforce our stronghold," Bryan joked as he stuffed a sandwich into his mouth.
"No way!" Lynus grinned. "First chance I get, I'm selling all these resources for crystals. Think about how much food supplies we could get from the farmers with these! And I'm sure I'll have enough to micro-upgrade my Isida to perfection."
The rest deemed this as an unimportant matter and in an orderly manner headed back to base.
