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...
The planes above in the sky numbers in eight, and were the german Heinkel He 177. A bomber that went under many changes in its intended role, nonetheless, it was a great bomber, and as so, Woden bought one and copied it 8 times for tankery purposes. He was a collector and kept the original tucked away in its cage, located in the Graf Zepplin-Class Aircraft Carrier near his living quarters. They kept the planes a secret for all of those years while building up their forces for the Parabellum. Training and preparing their piolets to strike. They knew that the other schools had no planes, and keeping this in mind, allowed them to get more bombers to ensure more of there tanks could be destroyed by them with futile resistance. Still, the question remained, would these machines cause them to falter, or would they need to bring out the goliath? Woden knew Conquarar was no David as he proposed he was, so no worry laid back in the back of his mind.
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(the Heinkel He 177)
"you heard the orders!" the leading bomber commander called out on the radio
"unleash the firestorm"
The roar of engine shook fear down deep in Maho, feeling dizzy, and about to go into a panic attack. Axiently had never been a problem for her, but now it was life or death, and in the next minute, or possibly less, that was going to be decided for her. The feeling of sea air sent shivers down her spine as it cooled her sweat, and now the clouds had cleared to reveal the setting sun, a ray of hope. She wanted to see her sister, see the others now more than ever. Fate now seemed on her side, rolling the dice to the survival of this Parabellum, and she felt her lucky number was what would show up.
FWOOM!
A liquid-like fire rained in front of all of them, blocking their path to escape, and Maho had to think quickly. She spoke in her head in case they had hacked into there frequency somehow "If they blocked out this path, that means there are most likely big guns waiting for us on the other road, so that means". Fire had now consumed the original path completely. Turing the once peaceful city, into a deception of hell. The breaking glass sounded like hope being shattered, and the crackling wood and plastics screamed tones of lost souls. She opened up her hatch and did a tank signal to go forward, and then did the signal of," it will be alight, don't worry" All tanks drove forward into the hellscape of the inferno. They all knew their commander took calculated risks, in which most of them paid off, and now, they would ride into hell with her.
It was a whole new world. The insides of buildings that normally have families in them celebrating, having fun, experiencing miles stones, or perhaps stores selling trinkets for a modest price, was now being reduced to a blaze of hate. BOOM! A store that held propane ignited, causing the whole structure to collapse in their path, blocking off the back tank from getting with the others. The heat was building up on the outside of the tank, turning the inside into a microwave. Any more and the engine might quit. The fire wasn't stopping, and getting out would be suicide. The commander was Sangou, although she would laugh at her enemy's futile moves, it seemed that Krupp Germans Boys School, now had the last laugh.
