On the shores of Fukuoka, the tanks of Kuromorimine waited silently in the bushes, buildings, and any hiding place a tank could fit in, waiting for their prey to come. As it usually went into nature, the first to bite is usually the first to win in most circumstances. Maho Nishizumi was sure that whoever was coming, would be inferior to there firepower and armor. The thought lingered in the air, as so the dark clouds that would soon bring down gallons of rain: was the pride they possed their downfall if this threat was more powerful? Only fate could tell such a secret. Inside the tanks, since their engines were temporarily turned off to conserve fuel and be quiet, the insides began to feel cold and dark. For those who hated such silence, it felt dead inside, as if the tank itself had been killed, or if it was even alive.
The raindrops began to fall, breaking the silence with cold water on steel, it would be a matter of time before the thunder rained from above. A knock then came from above Maho's tank, almost startling her, but not quite, and she opened the hatch to see who it was.
"You have an urgent radio call, it's from Darjeeling from the main radio," Erika Itsumi said then pointing to the main radio that was upon a table behind Maho's signature German Tiger 1. She was anxious to see as to why Darjeeling would be contacting her at such a time, and since it was only a couple of days into the Parabellum, she either mustev won or lost. Once at the radio, Maho picked it up. she was nervous, and it scared her, as normally confidence in Tankery was her forte, yet this was different.
"Darjeeling?" Maho Exclaimed trying to signal a quick reaction from her.
"yes Maho, this is me Darjeeling, I have bad news and some controversial news, and because of that, we need to make this quick" Darjeeling replied with some panic in her voice, and this rocked Maho's boat of calmness. She would normally have an even tone, so what made her talk differently? This thought played tricks in the center of Maho's mind, like a crazed circus lunatic trying to get the audience's attention int he wrong way.
"ok, so, Pravada had a violent encounter with the Russian boy's school, nobody was killed though, and now they have teamed up as that was the price to pay apparently. For us, we had a peaceful confrontation with the Curch Chill boys academy, they gave us a dance and now teamed up with us. Their leader Conqueror has the answers to our dying questions, and not goona left it fly, he's pretty hot, and he has the last of the information he wants to tell you"
Many of the Girls of Kuromorimine came around to be the first to know about this urgent radio call that held the key to fates box of secrets for them.
"YOU NEED TO GET TO OSAKA NOW!" The booming of Conquer's voice allowed all to hear his message. It was the catalyst to there panicky side conversations.
"The Christian Boys school, Krupp German Boys Academy, and the Shitenno Japanese Boys Academy are all coming for us, and will stop at NOTHING!" All the souls of the girls fell silent. The only sounds were the trickling of rain now beginning to start their soaking process on everything it touched, and the rustle of leaves from the wind that was now picking up. Conqueror still wasn't done and knew he had to make it quick.
"they have teamed up, we know that as we intercepted their communications for a few seconds. Their tanks number well over 500, they have planes to, fifty I believe, and their men are willing to die for victory" The wind really began to pick up, blowing in their direction fiercely, making it hard to see far away. Although it was hard to see out on the ocean view now, the faint sound a singular huge bell ringing once could be heard.
"Once you hear the ringing of bells, shall he fire rain from above on the third...so...go..." The radio had cut out on his sentence which contained more information for them. Now only one order remained that held the balance between life and death, get to Osaka. knowing that Darjeeling had verified his order by letting him speak was good enough from them, especially after what they had seen, as surprises now came left and right. Sounds of voices began to emerge from the radios station which had been lost. The whines began to switch around to tones, and then it stopped.
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Girls Und Panzer Parabellum
General FictionTankery 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...