Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

CONFINED (part 2)

His voice now almost unrestrained, whispered to him of what to do."Just cause father isn't here, doesn't mean my advantage is over on you two. So I look forward to what pleasure I can have with St. Gloriana Academy's girls, so attractive, so elegant, perfect thin bodies, ripe for me. I'm even considering one of age fourteen, their pureness are a delicacy" Twat said this with such a low toned enthusiasm filled with lust, that conqueror asserted asserted a deal for them.

Unpresident behavior to everybody else, but an expected one for him. So much bloodshed and nightmares laid ahead, that for any to incident of that to happen with each other wouldn't farewell in the confidence and friendliness the two schools had with each other. Compromising the integrity of the future plans put many tanks and lives at risk. The hope to win was to put in jeopardy.

He let go of his throat, but then forcibly grabbed his shoulder, and squeezing it so unevenly hard that he bruised the skin. Looking into Twat's eye's with murderous intent, he exclaimed to him for everyone to hear. "Do what you said in the last two sentences...I will lay down the punishment in a metal storm, and im not to sure myself that you could live to tell the tale" Conqueror exclaimed as didn't dare to be seen as weak.

Letting one of the lower ranks bully him would hurt the morale of everybody. It would say that their leader was a 'coward', 'weak', and 'in confident'. He didn't Afterall, want to be called what Hammond had been for so many years. One had to be strong, the other had to give to happiness.

He was coming over to help put the heavy packs back onto the Hammonds tank, but Hammond himself stopped him. He didn't want to be a drag "You can go and plan with the Darjarling, I can do this on my own. Slowly but sheerly!" Hammond said, shimmering happiness through the underlying pain that Conqueror could see so easily.

He walked away, going against what Hammond waunted might hurt him more, and judging by how beat up he was, Conqueror had done the right thing.

The last of sun's touch on the sky faded to nothing, and darkness consumed the sky, except for the stairs that shined, united by it. The energy bestowed in them made Miho whish she could fly out off of this island, this soon to be hell-bent battlefield.

Sitting underneath of the stray light, and the glow of the moon that blanked everything in its misty, cold light. Darjeeling stared up with her, seeing how the stars gave them no warmth, only light, the rays of hope.

"I once heard from an unknown person, that the world's night sky can give everyone hope. The stars shine even when its dark and cold, showing us to never stop fighting, cheering as us on silently" Dajarling Alluded, and then took a little sip of her tea.

Both of their teas produced white steam, disappearing into the air above them. It reminded Miho of what Sangous soul would've looked like leaving her body for good as it went towards the stars. Perhaps the stars really did cheer you on, the people who didnt make it rest upon them to see you carry on.

"I agree. The stars cheer as us on, as they could be the resting places of those who didn't make it" Miho added in agreement, reaching her hand out towards space, adn then back down to reality.

Darjeeling looked to their teas, and to envisioned what she was saying.

Swaying over her hand, she then took Mihos. It took Miho by surprise as she didn't expect Darjarling to come out of her shell like that, as normally she liked to keep her hands to herself. Although as the sayings she said, she followed, perhaps there was one that guided her to this movement.

"Holding hands is to ensure we won't face this alone" Darjarling said this such elegance, that the moonlight shone onto her, Like she was an angel that fell from heaven, and landed in hell, not for punishment.

"Through hell and back, even if some don't make it" They both smiled, and then broke their hold once their hands got tired.

Although their hands wouldn't stay connected forever in the moment, they both knew mentally, it shall not be broken. The minutes trudged on, the air grew colder, and they knew that even though mourning would come to warm it up, it felt like night always. The days becoming more dreaded, colder, and shorter.

Hammond then walked out in front of them and grabbed a seat. He was wearing white pajamas that had a red stripe to his left that also ran down his white pants. A clip board in hand, and a plushy tank in the other, he looked almost ready for bed.

"So we have a moral problem, but fear not as I have a crazy idea!" Hammond quipped.

"I can tell by the way that the students of both schools look at you, Darjeeling, and Conqueror. Having asked a few, it speaks the majority as many looked at me with curiosity, hope, and probably confusion"

Darjeeling then asked politely when Hammond took a pause to put down his plushy, and flip the page on the clipboard. "So what problem has caused the confidence of so many to become so few"

"They see how you and Conqueror, only seem to talk about planning, tanks, and the other academies, then rather learning about each other. So first come first serve, they think you two hate each other"

Darjeeling raised a brow, as this was the first time she would deal with a problem like this. Both of them were good leaders, respectable, one strong, one elegant, she thought it would make the ultimate working pare.

Still, that fear always lingers in with short notice, and as history demonstrated. Generals, leaders, people in power who didn't get along always resulted in the failure of what population they represented. The empire of the rising sun (old japan), had infighting with their leaders as she learned about it in history class. It contributed to their downfall during WW2, and even if they didn't, defeat was still inevitable. Darjeeling knew that either victory or defeat would become the end of this, but to fight with each other was shameful, and would make their defeat embarrassing for history to know instead of a last noble stand.

"So what is your proposed solution," She asked inquisitively

"This is like a mom and dad situation. Where the girls look up to their mom, while the sons look up to their dads. They dont want them to split up, as one cant go with out the other. so in other words, get some chemistry going," Hammond said this with such enthusiasm, it sounded more begging then recommendation.

Darjeeling thought it about for only a short while before replying "very well, I will work my magic"

She had already acquired a fine taste for Conquerer. Yet, like expensive food in a market, you had to work up the cash up get it. His idea was radical, nevertheless, trying times call for desperate measures. It was crazy, but she liked it. Elegance was now going to leave the ball and into the kingdom.

"Nice, so I will keep an eye on you two now" Hammond gave a wink and then left.

Miho gave Darjarling the look of surprise, then settled back to her previous expression of wonder. So many new aspects and elements had been opened up to them thus far, that this surprise didn't hit as hard.

After a couple of more minutes, their tea was finished, and so was their time outside. Giving each other waves as they left paths to head up to their rooms.

Upon walking down the hallway to get to the staircase which spiraled up to the next floor to which her room was, she spotted Conquerer walking rather slowly. His arms dangled to his side like lifeless hunks of metal. Darjeeling didn't think that though. Quietly, she speed-walked up and was ready to take him by a nice surprise. Lunging out and grabbing his hand. Her intention was to hold his hand up to his room... that was a mistake.

SLICE!

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