Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

WANT PEACE, THEN PREPARE FOR WAR

The fighting that had occurred, the shells and bullets passing each other to never cease, it made quiet all the more valuable. Ooarai, the smallest Tankery team ever, yet the spearhead to expectations was to realize this now commonly shared value. They communicated with the others whilst on their journey, while they tried to drive both day and night in turns (which took it tole considering how hard it is to sleep in a running tank), and listened to what was going on.

The firestorms, planes which scared them the most, an unknown weapon that shouldn't work in Japan, and the overwhelming number of enemy tanks ready to take their lives came in through the radio as inform them of what they were going to face head-on in time coming. Since they used non-live rounds in Tankery, this was now a new dark stretch of road for them. Live rounds were lethal, built to kill so the person firing it didn't have to take the life of the person with their bare fists. Learning about the Schools which were on there side surprised them all the more, on not just how they didn't know about them, but how Tankery had actually been taking place in western civilization since 1994. The ever increasing globalization made them think hard of how this all came to be so quickly without their notice beforehand, mashing at there minds and understanding, it only left their brains in turmoil. 'The Parabellum' was what Miho Nishizumi compressed it to, one side knowing the cost to peace, the other at the expense of its hell-bent goal.

Holding the one photograph she kept secretly in her teams Panzer IV (The photo above), this reminded her this was what she fought for. Her sister and she had been separated for long, that now they both felt after the private conversation on the radio, time for them together was limited, if not absent.

A light flickered in her, the one that set the fire to bringing back Tankery to her school and saving it, she saw how this war was an almost incarnation to what she fought for in the past. Back then it was her up against Pravada, Kuromorimine, St Gloriana and a few others, but now it was all scaled to the ultimate battle. It was now her, all of Japans Tankery schools, and the foreighn ones who joined them, against the three goliaths who ran by 'The Parrabellum'.

"quite similar I'd say, quite indeed," Miho said to herself, hoping that someone would hear than just her own ears.

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After a couple seconds of silence she realized everyone was already asleep, and now she was just a lone driver leading the pack. Quicky risky on her par since she had been taught only a couple of days back by Mako Reize, a girl who learnt in only a flash of a manual.

The emptiness of the streets was oddly conferting, even from seeing it all through a small rectangle view hole. Normally there would be the hustle and bustle of everyone's lives, constantly under stress, and worrying about the next hour. Silence all but filled it, like a broken heart to alcohol. Her tank became the spotlight of the street wherever their Tankery team drove throughout their original city or beyond, but now, they were just near sounds in the silence of nature reclaiming what was hers in this pause of time.

"Knowing who is behind this seems more interesting than the fighting that will partake in our final days" Miho once again spoke to herself with only her echo whispering back what she already knew.

It knew, all so waited for this grand day marked in a decade. Sitting upon his throne who was once tossed from society, it was him, the one who was exalted from the mountain of strength he built on his own. Wearing a total white pope uniform that had all-new gold stripe patterns, and a real gold necklace of a cross. His name was Aarron, 60 years old, had soft angelic skin, and looked young for his age. In his yacht that sat so far from japan he couldn't even see the country anymore, he looked out upon the open ocean, a 'wide range of mind' the wise speakers would say. His expensive yacht looked like an ordinary one you would see from shore in a wealthy city, this was intentional as he wanted to travel undetected for his amazing work. This work he did was all streamlined and planned, quite like a schedule during a workday or a month of events. The only difference, being his decade calender labeled not in months but years.