Miho Nishizumi and the rest of her tankery team had finally made it, Osaka, a city of color and culture. Now it was just dark, a field of dead strutures, no electricity of life seeable, or even sensible. The only building to have electricity was the makeshift base that used to be a a hybrid between an office space and a business hotel, as seen by the barrage of tents lined up outside in perfect order. They stopped at what seemed the back door to the base, nevertheless, it was actually quite convenient as there was more than enough room to park their tanks. Getting out of her tank, it became apparent that nobody was awaiting their arrival, no recognition at all. She was used to this though, and was just glad she had actually made it. The night was beginning to set in as the sky's blue turned to a darker shade.
A few stars were visible opposite to the horizon, opening up her to the idea of star watching. A good way to take the load off before going to bed, and taking in the sights. Japan had so much light pollution, especially in and around cities, stars were a rare sight to behold. With no electricity, no lights on except theirs, which was very minimal considering it was mostly campfire's creating, the darkness of space could come alive. Perhaps there is life in such a dead cold place.
Deciding not to awake the others from their deep slumbers, as the drivers had shut down the engin, and to, passed out right then and there. She came into the building. The whiff of freshly homemade food soothed her cravings. It had felt so long since she had a warm meal. Eating dry MRE's along the way was getting to feel like food torture. The hallway which had a number of rooms and multiple corridors, a regular office building slash business hotel, but a vibrant home it was now. The walls were red, white, and blue in a discrete pattern. While the floor barred a high-quality carpet, that's vibrant appearance was now ruined by boot marks, little pieces of dirt, trolly indents, and just the amount of grip footwear that had clawed at it.
A man rounded the corner in front of her, he seemed a little short for a british man, and his name was 'HAMMOND', as it was written in bold letters on the front of his uniform.
"Hello, their! I'm Hammond as you could've seen by the name tag. I've heard you guys were arriving sometime today, and here you are!" He said happily as he came forward for a handshake.
Miho Nishizumis P.O.V
He seems a little weird, but a generally nice person though. Shaking his hand, it felt more of a loose grip than what I was used to. His uniform seems a little different from the others, probably a sign of his rank.
"May I see Darjarling" Asking him this, I was begging for a yes, as it would be most appreciated, no, it was dire.
I needed to see Darjarling, a recognizable face to see just to know she hadn't been murdered. I don't care even if I heard her voice on the radio a few times, I just want to see her!
"sure, follow me!" Hammond jestered.
As he leads me down the hallway, I caught glimpses of the tanks from ChurchChills Boys Academy had through the windows, and their uniforms. The majority of the tanks were centurions but upgraded then the one we faced a not that long ago. Their tanks were superior as one of the toughest tanks we faced, they had a upgrade above as their main tank. The other bigger tanks I couldn't make out what they were but looked a little similar to the smaller ones, having distinctively more armour as they were bigger. How ever, I saw what looked to be a bunker buster in the far back as it had a monstrous gun, relatively thin-looking armor, and had packs on the back for balancing it probably. Three of their students though, were taking off the packs which was weird. Wouldn't you want them for balancing? oh well, not much I can do since I dont k ow their intentions and the mechanics of that beast.
Grabbing me by the shoulder, and bringing me, I thought he was about to kiss me. Such an unprecedented action.
"so I recently raided a manga shop, grabbed all of the Jojo parts I could find because of how awesome I heard it was, but now I've discovered... I don't know how to read Japanese writing" Hammond bawled.
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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...