Tankery is more than a sport, a fight, or a way of teaching girls the arts of combat. It's the Parabellum for a better world. A war of tanks, mechanical monsters, planes, and yet of all, the minds of those pure, and one's of darkness.
Prepare for a...
(this is the Churchill Academy's theme song, funny looking cover isn't it)
A custom carrier ship came upon the beach of Osaka located on the outskirts. They had noticed that St. Gloriana Girls Highschool had set up there as a fancy building seemed to have pre-built. Its white and golden colors entranced the commander who watched from the control room. They were the Churchill Boys Academy, as it clearly read in black and white on the side of the huge ship."Conqueror sir!" A boy in his Earley eighteen came behind the commander who's name was conqueror. The boy wore a sandy dark almost modern British uniform, and a dark green cape that showed his low rank. all the others wore simple, yet different capes to show their ranks also.
Conqueror turned around his head to see him. His uniform was different than the rest of those in the academy. His combat boots were black, and so were his gloves that gave off a mechanical vibe. His uniform had a light grey black camo with discrete red in black lines, as for the cape, it was a union jack flag with instead of white lines, it was replaced with red lines in a black line. At the end of the flag which made it all the more menacing, was the fact that it was burnt on its end. As for his frame, it was muscular, his hair all put to the side, and he was 6,3. All in all, he was a rather handsome person
"here are your binoculars!" the boy handed him it, turned, and then walked away. As he did so, the second in command came up beside Conqueror.
"you see any pretty girls"
"yes, Hammond, there just out of your reach, try better next time," Conqueror said sarcastically. Hammond who was second in command began laughing. He was only 5,8 and sort of skinny, still, his charm was unmatched at times. He was Conquerors' best friend and for years too. Always being there for him, and never leaving his side.
A decision had to be made, talk and walk, or loud and proud, the pride of there academy rested on the success of these two options. His respect was great for those in his massive tankery force as it was well bigger than teams or clubs. He didn't want to disappoint, thinking ahead and testing out situations in his mind was one of the ways he avoided such embarrassment.
"lats talk it out, and I will be the one to announce it to St. Glorias Girls Academy" Hammond saluted to his decision, and brought forth the microphone, and flipped it on.
"This is the Churchill Boys Academy, we would like to talk to you one of the kind ladies in command, and see if we can join forces. Fire once for yes, two for no"
Over at St. Gloriana Girls Academy's temporary home base, everyone remained calm. Darjeeling knew that panic would consume their senses, and spell defeat for what future efforts could be made in it. She heard what happened with Pravda, it almost resulted in the deaths of a tank crew, yet, no efforts had been made to reach an agreement. She heard their request to meet, talk, and try to join forces from there ship. Since the Churchill Academy seemed to want peace instead of fire, told her that perhaps they were better than the Siberian Bear Academy. This conversation could go quite well.
The tanks in the ship began moving out as the front door came onto the sand. Their tanks consisted of mainly of the Centurion Mk.7/1, some tank destroyers and artillery that stayed back in the boat, all except for the FV4005 Stage II. The main heavy tanks which lead the single-file line up the muddy road were Carnarvon's, and in front was Conqueror in his Super Conqueror.
(Conquerors' tank: Super Conqueror)
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