>>28581413

[2/2]

You pull up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner you brought down from your room last night. “Now let’s see… do I use the shampoo first or the conditioner?”

Kitten shivers under the water. “D-Does i-it really m-matter?”

“Of course!” You look at both, then come to another conclusion. “Actually, to hell with it, it doesn’t.”

“J-just get this over with! You bitch!”

You quickly squirt out some shampoo into your hands and start lathering it into Kitten’s incredibly dirty hair. “Now, now, Kitten. A good shampoo is essentially to one’s hair. If you don’t use the right shampoo, you’re going to go bald.”

Kitten crosses her arms, puffing her cheeks. “I-I thought that’s just for guys!”

“You’d be surprised!” You start running Kitten’s hair under the now somewhat warmer water. You then bring up your hand to Kitten’s nose. “Smell that.”

She hesitantly sniffs it. “… Strawberries?”

You beam. “Yep! Enjoy it! Because that’s what your hair smells like now.”

“… I like strawberries.”

“I know.” With the shampoo and the conditioner quickly out of the way, you decide it’s time for the best part of the shower. BODY WASH.

[2/3THISISACTUALLYTHREEPARTS]

>>28581435
[3/3]

“WHOA! WHAT THE-“

“Relax.” You quickly begin scrubbing Kitten’s body with a rag. “Gotta get in deep, otherwise your skin’s gonna get all dirty and manky and janky and all that crap.”

“Y-Yeah, I can understand that but-“

“Relax, relax. I know what I’m doing. You think you’re the only person I join in on the shower?”

“… huh?”

With all that figured out, the shower is over. You quickly bring Kitten out and start drying the everloving shit out of her and yourself with a hair dryer appropriated from Nancy.

“Are hair dryers supposed to be incredibly hot?”

You nod as you dry off her hair. “Indeed, Kitten!”

“You better not come anywhere near my body with that thing!”

… “Wouldn’t dream of it!” Okay, stick to towels then.

With that done as well, you quickly dress her up in her school uniform. You also get her clad in those black thigh highs you wore a couple of days ago, and you also do up her hair in a neat little ponytail.

You hold up the whittle bow Anna appropriated, smiling innocently. Kitten crosses her arms and looks away. That doesn’t mean she’s said no. You quickly tie it to her hair.

Anyway, with that done and sorted, what do you want to get done first?

> Wake up your staff
> Head straight to the Sportsfield
> Get breakfast
> Other

>>28581463
> Wake up your staff

>>28581463
> Wake up your staff

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MZlJRzISc8

>>28581463
>Can't take hot hair driers.
Kitten just lost a tiny but of respect.

> Get breakfast
Need energy!

>>28581463
> Wake up your staff

TIME FOR TANKS.

Oh God we're all gonna die.

>>28581463
I see Trude knows it's important to look good for tankery.

>>28581463
>> Wake up your staff

> Wake up your staff

“Let’s go wake up my staff, Kitten.”

Kitten simply slouches where she stands, her eyes drooping. “Can I go back to sleep?”

“You can ride on my back and sleep, but no more than that, Kitten.”

You quickly piggyback and Kitten and head out the door. You decide to wake Nancy first. You head up a level and come to her door, then knock. “Nancy! Time for tanks! You ready?”

“Getting ready! Come on in, door’s open!”

You open up the door and step inside. You adjust your grip on Kitten as you look around. The place was clean as fuck, almost as clean as Kitten’s place. You look over and see Nancy on the end of the bed, getting her socks on. Her shirt is still unbuttoned and her skirt doesn’t look fitted yet.

“Sorry, I catch you off guard, Nancy?”

She shakes her head, “Nah, nah. I actually wake up a minute ago and decided to get dressed.”

You nod, chuckling. “Ah, I see. Punctual as ever. Hope you’re not wearing your jammies underneath!”

She shakes her head, smiling innocently. “I sleep in the nude!”

… Ah.

Nancy stands up and buttons down her shirt and skirt. “Anyway, President. You think we’re ready to do this?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28581413
>>28581435
>>28581463
What a great way to start the day.

>>28581615
> Boast
Of course! Time to test ourselves against the real deal!

>>28581615
>> Boast
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ALL WEEK.

>>28581615
>> Boast
Gotta keep esprit de corps high.

Also, damn Nancy. You could catch a cold!

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>>28581615
> Boast
As ready as a newbie team will ever be.

Also...
>get her clad in those black thigh highs
>do up her hair in a neat little ponytail
>whittle bow
I love the little details that make it easier to visualize and draw Kitten.

Also, here's a roughly drawn Gertrude.
Lemme know if it requires any improvements or additional details and stuff.

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>>28581674

> Boast

“Of course! It’s what we’ve been training for, isn’t it?”

Nancy nods as she gets her blazer on. “Right, it is! I won’t let you down, promise!”

You pat Nancy shoulder. “Nancy, the only way you can let me down is if you stop being you.” She blushes a little at that, grinning. “Anyway, Nancy. Let’s go wake up Lisa and Ramirez.”

You leave Nancy’s dorm and head on over to Lisa’s place. You knock on her door. “Lisa! It’s time for tanks!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Lisa opens her door, yawning heavily. “Whooooo… Time for tanks.” She carries her blazer over her shoulder, looking tired as all hell. “Anyway, guess we’re all ready.”

You nod. “Just gotta get Ramirez.”

“I’m already here.”

All of you jump in fright as you greeted by Ramirez, standing next to you as if she’d always been there. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“My dorm?”

… Well, she’s not wrong.

“Okay,” you sigh, calming down a little. “Crew’s all assembled.”

> Head to the Sportsfield
> Get breakfast
> Other

>>28581743
>> Get breakfast

>>28581743
> Get breakfast
How can we tank without eating the most important meal of the day?

> Get breakfast

>>28581743
>> Get breakfast
How are we to be expected to win against overwhelming odds if we skip our breakfast of champions?

>>28581839
Steak and eggs. the meal before heading o the front lines

> Get breakfast

“Welp, time for breakfast girls, where we eating?”

All of them, including Kitten, say, “Denny’s.”

Thus, you find yourself at the local Denny’s ordering some blueberry pancakes with a side of eggs and bacon. Nancy orders herself the same thing as well, while Lisa and Ramirez simply order skillets.

As for Kitten, well…

“Why is Kitten sharing your pancakes with you?”

You shrug, Kitten is leaning into the wall of your booth, trying futilely to stay awake. “I don’t think she’s that awake enough for a full breakfast.” You quickly take a bit of pancake with your fork and aim at Kitten’s mouth. “Here comes the train! Choo choo!”

“Choo…” Kitten groggily says, “choo… fuck you.”

You giggle and shove it into her mouth. She chews it slowly.

Lisa says, “So, I’m ready for the match. Been studying up on tank driving last night.” She looks over at you. “You done much studying on tanks, Boss?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28581904
>> Neutral

>>28581904
>Choo choo fuck you
My sides.
> Neutral

>>28581904
>Boast
If there is one thing we actually enjoy studying, it's tanks

>>28581904
> Neutral
No.

>>28581904
> Neutral

>>28581904
> Boast
There's definite improvement compared to the beginning. Trudy can probably understand at least half the tank terminologies by now!

>>28581904
> Neutral
WEEEEEEELL

> Neutral

You shrug. “Oh, haven’t found a chance to actually.” They all look at you skeptically. “But I’m prepared for today’s match up. I’m sure if we all pull together and batten down the hatches, we can snatch this victory out from under them like a Tom and Jerry cartoon.”

Ramirez says, “I like Tom and Jerry.”

“Anyway,” says Lisa. “Glad you’re at least confident, Boss.” She takes a bite of her skillet. “Gotta say though, the match does look pretty daunting.”

You wave her off, chuckling under your breath. “Oh, Lisa. Relax. We got this!”

With that, you all finish off your breakfasts, tip the waitress, and head on over to the Sportsfield. You’re still carrying Kitten on your back, and contrary to your earlier though, she doesn’t appear to have gotten anymore awake from riding on your back. That’s a real shame.

“Kitten,” you say. “You awake?”

“No,” she says back.

“Just checking then.” You roll your eyes and smirk a little.

[1/2]

>>28582160
[2/2]

You arrive at the Sports warehouse, and the first thing that instantly catches your eye is the Churchill I, now back to it’s original paint scheme, and looking a lot more fresher than normal. You whistle admirably at it.

“They worked all night on it,” says Mr. Mishka. You look back and see him getting his things together. “Morning, girls.”

“Hey, Mr. Mishka!” Lisa quickly runs over and hugs him. “The Freshmen help you get the Churchill together?”

Mr. Mishka nods, chuckling. “Indeed, they’re all sleeping on the other side, worn out.” Mr. Mishka points at you. “Miss Pool, I expect you make good use of the Churchill, may be a little rough around the edges, but it’ll be one of your better tanks I’m sure.”

You nod, smiling. “Thanks, Mr. Mishka. I really appreciate all you’ve done for us.”

He waves you off, wheezing out a laugh. “Hey! I’m just in it for the tanks and the money!” He offers his hand. “Good luck in the match with Heinlein.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28582178
>> Boast

>>28582178
>> Polite
Thanks.

>>28582178
> Polite

>>28582178
> Polite

>>28582178
>> Polite

>>28582178
> Polite

We ARE a bitch.

> Polite

“Thanks, Mr. Mishka.” You shake his hand firmly. “I won’t let you down.”

Mr. Mishka shrugs. “Oh, of course not, wouldn’t dream of it!” He pats Lisa on the shoulder. “I’ll see you later, Lisa.”

“Yeah, see you Mr. Mishka,” says Lisa.

With that, Mr. Mishka heads out, waving goodbye as he goes. You and your staff head over to the M4 Sherman. You set Kitten down by the suspension, and then you rustle her hair playfully. She’s already fast asleep.

You look over at the Churchill, and true to Mr. Mishka’s word, you can see the Freshmen sleeping, their backs against the Churchill, leaning on each other. They’re all grease stained and dirty, their white shirts showing signs of oil stains and muck. Now that’s just adorable.

> Talk to your staff
> Wake up the Freshmen
> Other

>>28582331
> Wake up the Freshmen
> Other
We need to rename them to something a little more appropriate. How about Team Lomax?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Lomax
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Lomax

>>28582331
>Wake the Freshman
Need to make sure they have enough time to eat, wash, and change clothes before the match

>>28582331
> Wake up the Freshmen
> Other
Get some coffee and maybe breakfast ready for them when they do wake up.

>>28582331
> Talk to your staff
Let the freshies recharge as much as they can.

>>28582331
>>Wake the Freshman

Rise and shine cupcakes.

>>28582331
>>28582423
>>28582446
Do these

> Wake up the Freshmen

You lightly pat Cathy’s cheek. “Hey, Cathy, wake up.”

Cathy rouses up from her slumber, yawning deeply. “Guh… what time is it?”

You check the time. Around 5:30 actually. “Around 5:30. You guys were here all night?”

“Well,” Cathy rubs her eyes, her arm rousing Tara to her left and the movement rousing Ashleigh to her right. “I suppose we did. We got the Churchill up and running.”

You nod, smiling. “You sure did.” You pat her head. “Get yourselves up, we’re gonna be heading out soon.”

Cathy nods, standing up. All the other Freshmen wake up as well, stretching and yawning tiredly. “Alright, thanks, Gertrude,” says Cathy. “Think we did okay with the Churchill though?” She waves over at the newly restored Churchill I.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28582524
>> Boast
Ya dun good.

>>28582524
> Boast
Of course!

>>28582524
> Boast

>>28582524
>> Boast
They won't know what hit them

>>28582524
> Polite
It's still a Churchill, isn't it?

>>28582524
>Boast
Hell yeah you did

> Boast

“Of course!” You pat the Churchill’s hull, a dull thud resonating with each pat. “Hell, it’s heavy, it’s slow, but damn if it ain’t now one of our better tanks.” You snap your finger at her. “You take care of this thing, Cathy.”

Cathy nods violently. “I will! We all will!”

You snap your finger again. “Ramirez.” Ramirez quickly slides over to you. “Get us all some coffee and maybe something to eat.”

“Righto.” Ramirez leaves the sports warehouse. As she leaves, the Polish Student Association and the Sewing Club arrive, in the midst of a chat actually.

Anna says, “-and that’s why I love silk!”

“Ah, I can agree with that actually,” says Janek. They all notice you and wave. “Hey, Gertrude.”

You nod at them. “Girls, ready for tanks?”

They all nod vigorously. “We’re well rested and well prepared for the day’s events. You can count on us,” says Anna.

> Talk to your staff
> Talk to the Freshmen
> Talk to Sewing Club
> Talk to the Polish
> Other

>>28582669
> Talk to the Polish
The freshmen are dedicated. The Sewing Club have shown their abilities several times. Time to inspect the Poles.

>>28582669
>> Talk to the Polish

>>28582669
> Other
Where's the Rifles?
inb4 they tricked out the SU-122 with camo netting and foliage.

>>28582669
>> Talk to the Polish

Time to check if Schteel gave them some personality.

>>28582669
> Talk to the Polish

> Talk to the Polish

“Janek, Terry, Gussie, George. It’s good to see all of you- OH MY GOD OLGIERD!” You squee out as you start petting Olgierd. “He’s soooo cute!”

Janek chuckles. “Yeah, Olgierd’s a real chick magnet.” She snaps her finger, “Anyway, we got this thing handled and squared away. You can count on us to bring them to you when the shit gets real, Gertrude!”

You pat her shoulder. “I can always count on a Polack. Thanks, Janek. All of you, thanks for doing this.”

Terry pumps her fists. “Yes! Let’s get this ball rolling!”

Gussie jumps. “ACTION STATIONS!”

Janek waves over to the Stuart. “LET’S DO THIS!” They all shout and cheer.

“Whoa-whoa hold on!” They quickly rush past you and down to the Stuart. You shout, “WAIT!” They quickly stop in their tracks and look back at you. “Just… hold on for the rest of the crews okay?”

With that, the Aviation Studies Club arrives, along with the Rifle Team.

That seems to be just about everyone.

> Talk to your staff
> Talk to a crew (Specify)
> Other

>>28582899
> Talk to a crew (Bearcat)

As one of our carry tanks, they've got a particularly important role here. Shame we couldn't afford that spaced armor.

>>28582899
> Talk to a crew (Bearcat)

>>28582899
Bearcat.

We can talk to the freshman once the coffee and food gets here

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>>28582899
>Other

Now is the perfect time to get the Otakus to join, you guise
Apart from me still being butthurt about that

>Talk to a crew (Bearcat)

> Talk to a crew (Bearcat)

“Marina, good to see you all. Ready for today’s match?”

Marina nods. “We’re ready and willing!”

Jenny says, “We’ve all been studying hard on what makes tanks tick! Turns out their engines aren’t all that much different from plane engines!”

Katya says, “Yep! Hopefully once we beat Heinlein, we can start talking engine upgrades, maybe get us one of those engines from an M1 Abrams.”

“A jet engine?” says Lidya. “Are you nuts?”

Katya shakes her head. “No, I’m smart.”

You chuckle. “Actually, girls that stuff’s not Tankery legal. We gotta stay in historical lines you know?”

Their expressions drop a little. “Oh,” says Marina. “That’s depressing. Was really hoping we could get a big gun on our tank. Maybe a giant uh… something. Maybe a 75.”

You shrug. “Hey, work with what you got.”

“Of course, Gertrude.”

With that, Ramirez arrives, carting in a shitload of coffee and biscuits. Everyone immediately crowds the wagon for coffee.

> Get some Coffee and Biscuits
> Talk to your staff
> Talk to a crew (Specify)
> Other

>>28583104
>Talk to a crew (Needlepoint)

>>28583104
> Get some Coffee and Biscuits
Aahhh, civilization.

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Are there any Male teams, or is the competition exclusive to Females.

>>28583154
Exclusive to females.

>>28583104
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

Also, KV-122s are a thing. Heh, heh, heh.

>>28583104
>> Get some Coffee and Biscuits

>>28583154
>Men doing tankery
What a bizarre idea.

>>28583104
>Talk to a crew (Needlepoint)

What about them uniforms?

>>28583104
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

>>28583104
>> Get some Coffee and Biscuits
Share with Kitten.

>>28583154
What are you, gay? Tank competitions are about as feminine as you can get.

>>28583197
They said there still working on them

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>>28583184
What kind of self-respecting men would agree to crew a tank?
Men don't need armor, or treads, they need a rifle in their hands and boots on their feet!

Pedites pugnas decernent!

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>>28583104
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

I like Katya's moxie.

>>28583208
I bet that fags from tumblr.

Durr I was only born a men, I am totally a woman, so it's completely natural for me to crew a tank!

> Get some Coffee and Biscuits

You quickly grab two cups of coffee and two biscuits for yourself and Kitten. Kitten’s probably not awake enough to drink a hot cup of coffee, but hell, you can at least try. You tap the cup against Kitten’s cheek. She rouses enough to take it from you and take a sip, flinching a little at the heat.

“God, I hate coffee,” says Kitten.

“Get used to it,” you say. “We’re tankers now, Coffee is our national drink!”

“Yay.”

You take a large sip of coffee, and immediately feel an incredibly amount of energy surging into your body. You sigh and check the time. 6:15.

Nancy says, “We have to be at the loading station by 7, President.”

Ah. That’s what you were forgetting. You nod. You look over at everyone. “Everyone! Get to your tanks, we gotta to the loading station by 7 if we want to be the first ones off the boat!”

With that, everyone quickly finishes off their coffee and biscuits and heads for their stations.

> LAFAYETTE GIRLS ACADEMY
> Number of tanks: 6
> Gertrude Pool commanding

> M4 Sherman (75mm M3) (COMP. SPEC.): Gertrude Pool
> Churchill I (2 pndr w/ LJ Adaptor) (COMP. SPEC.): Cathy McDowell
> SOMUA S35 (47mm SA 35) (COMP. SPEC.): Anna Eleanor
> M5A1 Stuart (37mm M6) (COMP. SPEC.): Janet “Janek” Kos
> KV-1S (76.2mm ZiS-5) (COMP. SPEC.): Marina Polikarpov
> SU-122 (122mm M-30S) (COMP. SPEC.): Samantha Whitworth

You pop the hatch and hold on as Lisa begins leading the team out of the Warehouse to the Loading Station.

> Admire the View
> Talk to someone in the Tank (Specify)
> Other

>>28583333
>> Other
Ask the Omnissaiah's blessing.

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>>28583333
>Other

ALL TANKERS!
FOLLOW ME TO GLORY!

>>28583373

Why not?

>>28583333
> Talk to someone in the Tank (Nancy)

"Drive me closer! I want to hit them with my sex appeal!"

>>28583333
> Admire the View
That is to say, use the binoculars to scope out the unsuspecting beach goers.

>>28583333
> Admire the View
I assume there is a view to admire and not endless morning fog.

>>28583333
Talk to Nancy while admiring the view

>>28583333
>Admire the view

>>28583417
>unsuspecting beach goers

..at fuck-knows-how-early in the morning?

>>28583333
>Admire the View

Tanks maneuvering early in the morning is a beautiful sight

> “We’re tankers now, Coffee is our national drink!”
While coffee is indeed vital remember that all drivers have to taste coolant fluid at least once.
every fluid in the tank must be tasted. A driver should know the taste of every fluid in the tank.

Gods I miss that old lunatic driver I had.

>>28583454
Sunrise beach sex, duh.

>>28583386
We need to get ourself a sword after this battle!

>>28583292
It always comes down to the infantry man and his rifle.

>>28583499
Man. That game has been fucked in the ass.

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>>28583499
Yes, the humble infantryman penetrating the rear of a tank with his fist

> Admire the View

You bring up some binoculars loaned to you by Captain DuBois and check out where the ship is headed. Past all the morning fog and the brilliant orange sunrise, you can see just barely the destination of the Lafayette Girls Academy.

Casablanca. You can make out the metropolis, closing in as the Academyship sails forward.

You bring the binoculars down and sigh warmly. It’s right there, waiting for you.

Everyone wakes to the sound of tanks rolling down the street, the first time in a couple of decades. Everyone walking by on the street stops by to admire the variety of tanks being thrown into the fight. Some shout words of encouragement.

However, what really gets you are the Naval Studies Engineering students. Not just Dory’s crew.

But just about the entire Department.

They all whoop, shout and cheer you on, waving about rags and signs.

Dory is in front of the crowd, cheering you on. “Get ‘em! Gertrude!”

You wave her off, grinning. “I will!” Man, you didn’t realize you were popular with the Naval Studies kids. No less, engineering. However, in the crowd, you spot a familiar face. Wendy Kniep. She’s crossed her arms, and she’s looking at you with a barely discernable expression. She simply nods as you go by.

With that, you arrive at the Loading Station, and the Naval Studies Merchant kids start directing you onto the loading platform.

That Naval Studies Merchant kid you met earlier a week or two back directs you. “Remember to keep all arms and legs in your vehicle at all times until this platform has come to a full and complete stop.”

With that, everyone has turned out of their tanks and started idling about, waiting to arrive in Casablanca.

> Talk to a crew (Specify)
> Talk to your crew
> Other

>>28583648
> Talk to your crew
Hope they look forward to TANKERY! And shopping and free time I guess.

>>28583552
Hah. That made me chuckle. Nice to see some poetry.

>>28583648
> Talk to your crew

Psst. I remember us having our own binoculars. What happened to those?

>>28583648
> Talk to a crew (Freshman)

>>28583703
I keep forgetting about those.

>>28583648
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

>>28583722
She didn't forget those did she?

>>28583648
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

So, think they can handle the SU-122?

>>28583648
>> Talk to a crew (Minie)

> Talk to your crew
> Talk to a crew (Minie)

As Tara idly plays her banjo as everyone waits to come ashore, you decide to talk to your crew. Lisa is turned up in the drivers hatch, while Nancy and Ramirez on top armor in front of the turret. Kitten’s fast asleep in the co-driver seat.

“So, girls. Casablanca. Can you really believe it?”

Nancy giggles. “Oh I’m so excited to set foot in Casablanca! It’ll be a real adventure!”

Samantha Whitworth in the SU-122 next to you says, “Never been to Casablanca myself! Is it nice?”

Lisa says, “One of the nicer cities in Morocco. Speaking of which, we should probably hope some of the locals know how to speak English.”

Megan Enfield over in the SU-122 says, “We’ll only be there a week. It’s not like we gotta learn the language or anything.”

You chuckle. “Hey, girls,” you point at Samantha. “Hope you’re well prepared for the SU-122. It’s one of our heavy hitters.”

Samantha gives you a smile and a thumbs up. “We’re always ready!”

Natalya says, “No, we’re not.”

“Natalya, shut up.”

With that, there’s an Alarm, signaling the ship has come to a stop. A red light activates on a nearby post, and immediately the loading platform begins sliding out horizontally towards a large red scaffolding tower, kinda like the ones you see in Astronaut movies.

Soon, you’re descending downwards. Nancy looks back at you, grinning. “Are you excited for Casablanca, President?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28583932
>> Boast
Fuck the hell yes.

>>28583932

>Boast

HOMECOMING
TANKS
DRY LAND

WOOOOOOOO!

>>28583932
> Boast
Ready to roll out!

>>28583932
>> Boast
HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

>>28583932
>> Boast

>>28583932
> Boast
It's motherfucking Casablanca.

>>28583932
>Boast

> Boast

“Of course I’m excited! Dry land, foreign cuisine, new people to meet, hell maybe there’s a tank museum in town we can borrow tanks from.”

Lisa says, “Of course, I’ll keep my ear low to the ground if there is a tank museum in town, Boss.”

You nod. “Don’t strain yourself, Lisa.”

“You’re asking me but not Ramirez?” She nods over to Ramirez, who’s simply staring off into space, idle.

You shrug. “Ramirez has it figured it for the most part.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Eh, figures.”

The platforms comes to a huge thud of a halt as it hits the Casablanca Marina. The smaller vehicles like cars and trucks are let off first, while the tanks come last. Nancy says, “Remember, we have to be at the designated staging area by 11:00 O’Clock.” Lisa nods.

“I’ll get us there.”

With that, the convoy of tanks rolls on down the pier.

You’re suddenly cast in a shadow. You look up, funny, there’s no clouds in the sky. You look over and OH.

“Whoa!” shouts Lisa. “Is that-“

Ramirez says, “Robert A. Heinlein Military Academy.”

> “It’s huge!”
> “I think I can make out some tanks up there!”
> “Holy shit!”
> Other

>>28584161
>All of the above

>>28584161
> “Holy shit!”

BIIIIIG.

>>28584192
Yeah, let's go with that.
I would've opted for stunned silence otherwise.

>>28584161
>> “It’s huge!”
>> “I think I can make out some tanks up there!”
>> “Holy shit!”

>>28584161
>All three
"Holy shit, it's huge. I think I can make out some tanks up there!"

>>28584161
All three

>>28584161
> “It’s huge!”

>>28584161
>Other

We're fucked! IT'S HOPELESS!
SQUAD BROKEN!

> Get out, comment on anything, comment on EVERYTHING!

“It’s huge!”

Lisa nods. “Apparently it’s the biggest United States Academyship in service at 17 kilometers.”

Nancy is wide-eyed with shock. “Jesus Christ! How did we not notice that when we docked in here!?”

You bring up your binoculars, “Holy shit…” you say under your breath. Through the glass, you can barely make out the olive drab silhouettes against the gray coating of the Academyship, rolling along. “I think I can see their tanks.”

“What have they got?” asks Nancy.

You sigh. “All of them.”

They all look at you concerned. Fuck it, brave face time. You bring your binoculars down and look over at Lisa. “Lisa, double time it, let’s at least beat these punks to the Staging Area!”

Everyone immediately buttons up. The convoy of tanks rushes past into the city.

Funny thing about Tankery, it’s almost an international pastime, and it’s no different in Morocco. You’re given a police escort through the city, and as you pass, you see signs in Moroccan, French, and English, all advertising venues for watching the Lafayette vs. Heinlein match. People wave and cheer you as you roll on by, and you politely wave back at them.

However, there’s no time to stop. You arrive at the staging area, a small field outside the city limits near the planned Battlefield. All of your tanks are lined up, waiting for Heinlein to show up. The judges have also arrived, standing at attention.

> Talk to your crew
> Talk to a crew (Specify)
> Talk to the judges
> Other

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>>28584374
>17 kilometers

>>28584374

That's not an academyship, that's a fucking CITYSHIP.

>>28584374
>> Talk to the judges

>>28584374
> Talk to the judges
Friendly greetings and thanks for presiding over the match.

>>28584374
>17 kilometers

did the US and World GDPs like quintuple when we didnt notice

>>28584374
>> Talk to the judges

>>28584374
>> Talk to the judges
Is it okay for them to bring all thier tanks?

>>28584419
Instead of Cold War we Tankery.

>17 kilometers
It'd be amongst the biggest, if not THE actual biggest, ship in GuP.

>>28584481
u wotm8

>>28584419
Since they are almost exclusively crewed by women, the concept of penis envy applies, clearly

>>28584492
The biggest ship I could find on Wikipedia was some oil tanker at 458 meters.

That is absolutely gigantic.

>>28584492
>>28584531
2 kilometers short of a Super Star Destroyer...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwteHQoYfLQ

> Talk to the judges

“Good morning, Judges.” You offer your hand to them, which all three of them shake. “Gertrude Pool, Lafayette Girls Academy Tankery Captain.”

They all nod.

“Remi Takashima.”

“Hibiki Inatomi.”

“Kanon Sasogawa.”

You nod, smiling. “It’s nice to meet all of you. Thanks for presiding over the match, it really means a lot considering we’re a pretty new team to this Tankery business.”

Kanon smiles. “Oh, it’s nothing. The life of a Judge demands we travel, this is no different.”

“So, how many tanks are we allowed to bring to this match?”

Remi says, “The minimum today will be Six. Heinlein will arrive and select six, while presumably you all will use these six tanks you brought.”

You nod. “Alright, thank you.” They all nod at you, and with that you return to your crews.

Kitten has finally awoken herself and is turned out in the co-driver hatch. “So, tanks huh.”

You nod, smiling a little. “Yeah. Tanks.” Everyone starts going quiet, and you look over curiously, only to see on the horizon your opponent in the match.

Robert A. Heinlein.

All of their tanks have arrived, in a neat V-formation. They are all painted olive drab, with naught but the RHMA Sigil denoting them as Heinlein Academy property. They all stop across your tanks, and their crews start dismounting.

One of them walks over, a blonde girl your height, clad in her grey Tankery Uniform. She smiles and offers her hand. “You must be Gertrude Pool. ‘Ace’ Levy, nice to finally meet you.”

> OPPOSING TEAM ENCOUNTERED
> ROBERT A. HEINLEIN MILITARY ACADEMY
> AMANDA “ACE” LEVY COMMANDING

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28584594
> Polite

We die now.

>>28584594
>> Polite

>>28584594
>> Polite

>>28584594
> Polite
Gotta make a fine first impression.

>>28584650
It's a good day to die~

>>28584594
>Boast

You're dead meat

Think of the moral boast guise!!

>>28584594
> Polite
Let's not make a bad impression.

>>28584676
>It's a good day to die
When you know the reasons why
Citizens, we fight for what is right!

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXAtdTaCVLs

>>28584594
>> Polite
It so nice to meet you, thanks for this practice map (we need a match history thing to qualify for the world tournament thing), I heard great and amazing things about you from Octavia!

>>28584594
> Polite

Fun fact: you can't just turn a 38(t) to a Hetzer. GuP got it wrong.

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> Polite

You shake her hand firmly. “That’s me.” Ace looks particularly elated. “It’s real nice to meet you too, Ace. Thanks for consenting to this match on short notice.”

Ace nods, grinning. “Ah, it’s no trouble at all. Tankery is Tankery, shells are shells, Panzer vor means Panzer vor, all that stuff I declare. I suppose y’all want a match history to get into that World Tournament.”

You nod. “Well, yeah.”

“We’re here to oblige you then.” Ace puts crosses her hands her hips, seemingly trying to suppress a laugh. “Gotta admit,” she looks over at all the tanks, the Yellow and black KV-1S and the Polish flag Stuart for starters. “All y’all are braver than I take for you.”

You shrug. “Well, gotta work with what you got.”

She laughs, slapping your back. “Understandable! Anyway, we’ll give y’all an even fight.” She looks back at her dismounted crews. “Dizzy! Red! Round up the trainees!” she shouts.

With that, all the tank commanders line up in front of their tanks.

> LAFAYETTE GIRLS ACADEMY
> Number of tanks: 6
> Gertrude Pool commanding

> M4 Sherman (75mm M3) (COMP. SPEC.): Gertrude Pool
> Churchill I (2 pndr w/ LJ Adaptor) (COMP. SPEC.): Cathy McDowell
> SOMUA S35 (47mm SA 35) (COMP. SPEC.): Anna Eleanor
> M5A1 Stuart (37mm M6) (COMP. SPEC.): Janet “Janek” Kos
> KV-1S (76.2mm ZiS-5) (COMP. SPEC.): Marina Polikarpov
> SU-122 (122mm M-30S) (COMP. SPEC.): Samantha Whitworth

> VERSUS

> ROBERT A. HEINLEIN MILITARY ACADEMY
> Number of Tanks: 6
> Amanda “Ace” Levy commanding

> M24 Chaffee (ELITE): Amanda “Ace” Levy
> M4A3E2 Sherman (76mm M1) (COMP. SPEC.): Isabella “Dizzy” Flores
> M4A3E2 Sherman (76mm M1) (COMP. SPEC.): Renee “Red” Greene
> M4 Sherman (105mm M4) (COMP. SPEC.): Irena “Jelly” Jelal
> M4A3E8 Sherman (76mm M1) (COMP. SPEC.): Ashlynn “Blacky” Blackstone
> M4A3E8 Sherman (76mm M1) (COMP. SPEC.): Katrina “Madre” Migliaccio

[1/2]

>>28584904
[2/2]

The Judges all line up. “Now then, the Showmatch between Robert A. Heinlein Military Academy and Lafayette Girls Academy shall commence! Bow!”

All of you bow to the commander across from you. With that, you return to your Sherman. “Alright, positions everyone.”

All the tanks begin moving out to their respective areas.

Nancy looks up at you from her position in the gunner’s seat. “Gotta say, that Ace Levy is a sporting one, trainees to face trainees.”

Lisa says, “Think we’ll be okay, Boss?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28584924
>> Boast

>>28584924
>Boast

>>28584924
>> Nneutral
Well, we'll give them a fight at least.

>>28584924
>> Neutral

and a derp sherman huh....

>>28584924
> Neutral
The line-up was about as expected, save for that single 105.
Guess they're gonna go for the plateau as well.

Ace might try to solo blitz through the forest like it was the motherfucking Ardennes.

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>>28584924
> Boast

They don't stand a chance

>>28584993
...Cause that worked out so well last time, right?

>>28585021
Why yes, it did.

>>28585036
Well, work and decisive actions always work!
Just like Barbarossa!

>>28585078
Barbarossa would have worked if Hitler didn't go full retard and had waited until the following spring.

>>28584924
>> Neutral
Tie breaker! Let's see how the dice rolls, lets take capitalize on every mistake they make.

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> Neutral

“I think we’ll be fine, Lisa. Just everyone pull it together and don’t lose your cool.”

With that, you arrive at the starting position. You turn out the hatch and observe the skies, waiting for the starting flare. You say over the radio, “Alright everyone. Remember the plan. We all head to the Hill, the Churchill and the SU-122 take the western side while the rest of us take the southern. The Stuart will split off from us and try to lure them into our killzone. Everything goes as planned, we have this in the bag, understood?”

Everyone shouts, “Yes!”

You lean back, biting your lip. Then a flare burst out from the woods and explodes brilliantly in the sky.

The judges over your radio say, “Begin!”

All of your tanks begin moving forward as planned.

> Note: Enemy tanks may try to perform TACTICAL MANUEVERS against you. Countering will cost half of what it normally costs, save for 1 point maneuvers which are free to counter.

> COMMAND POINTS: 13
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Proceed as planned
> Make an adjustment to the plan
> Other

>>28585159
> Proceed as planned

>>28585159
> Proceed as planned
Plans may not survive contact with the enemy, but we'll deal with that when we make contact

>>28585121
>Hitler didn't go full retard

Well there's the problem.
That fucking Bohemian upstart ruined fucking everything

>>28585159
This plan is too obvious. Time to shake it up a little. Have the Stuart, Churchill, and SU 122 continue with the plan. Everyone sets up in town, to prepare a flanking maneuver.

>>28585159
Maintain radio discipline and keep your eyes open and head on a swivel.
Use our granddad binocs to the fullest.

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> Proceed as planned

Plan’s fine so far, you stay turned out as your tanks rush through the little town and out onto the hill. You keep your binocs up and eyes glued to the lenses, you don’t want any mistakes here.

“This is Team Wojtek! We’re about to meet up with the enemy!”

You say, “Roger, Wojtek. Remember, just get their attention and run. Don’t try and fight.”

“Got it, you can count on us!”

In good time, all of your tanks arrive at the hill, with the Churchill and the SU-122 digging on the West side and your tanks digging in on the southernmost side.

Now just comes the waiting. You drum your fingers on the turret top, leaning back. Next to you, Marina has turned out in the KV-1S, looking out with her own set of binocs. Everyone appears more or less focused. That’s good, that’s what you need, focus.

You hear some far off booms to the west. You bring up your binoculars, sure enough, you can see the Stuart, in all it’s white and red glory racing towards you. You can also see Heinlein’s tanks coming after at it, firing shot after shot and missing.

You count the tanks. The two Jumbos, the two Easy 8s, and even the Elite Chaffee. The 105 appears to be missing.

> COMMAND POINTS: 13
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Wait for them to come to you
> Roll down the hill and engage
> Other

>>28585447
>> INTUITION: - 1 CP
>> Wait for them to come to you
Use the intuition to find the location of the 105.

>>28585447
>> Wait for them to come to you

>>28585447
> Wait for them to come to you
Steady, ladies.

>>28585515
Only use I can see of the 105 is as suppression by kicking dirt up in the air on the hill.
If it was intended to flank then they should have sent one of the EZ8s

>>28585447
>> Wait for them to come to you
HOLD FIRE TILL YOU SEE THE WHITES OF THIER EYES

>>28585447
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Wait for them to come to you
Gotta have that hunch on where that missing one might pop out to surprise us

>>28585447
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Wait for them to come to you

>>28585584
Hell, that Chafee would have been way better as a flanking element.

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> Wait for them to come to you
> INTUITION: - 1 CP

You think, where could that 105 be… perhaps it’s coming around to flank you. But where? You quickly remember the road to your north isn’t secure as you think it is.

You button up and shout at Nancy, “Nancy, get ready to fire once they’re in range.” You look down at Kitten. “Kitten, let everyone know they’re about to come into our zone.”

“Righto!” says Kitten. She quickly relays your orders to the other teams.

“On my mark, get ready to fire.” The tanks start closing in, over a kilometer away and closing. Now about 950… 900… “Fire!”

Every gun you have fires. Some of them splash short, but some manage to impact the Jumbos, barely scratching them. They immediately turn their turrets at you, then turn to come at you in formation. The Jumbos first, then the E8s, then the Chaffee.

> COMMAND POINTS: 12
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Let them come at you.
> Roll down the hill and engage
> Retreat to the town
> Other

>>28585777
>> Let them come at you.
Gunners, weapons free, adjust at will

>>28585777
>Other
Send someone to guard that street after our initial volley

>>28585777
>> Let them come at you.

>>28585777
> Let them come at you.

>Send Wotjek to recon road behind us.

They can't pen from the front anyway. Might as well send em round the back and see whats happening.

>>28585777
> Let them come at you.
> Other
Have the Stuart or Somua hunt down the lone 105 via P3028.
Their guns won't do much against the Jumbos and E8s here, so it might be better to tie down or disable the 105 with a track shot.

I'm tempted to have the Sherman and KV sortie to get those side and rear shots, but I guess we'll save that for the urban battle.

>>28585999
This

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> Let them come at you

“None of our shots are putting any holes in them!”

True to Cathy’s word, the Jumbos are getting a lot of nasty scratches but no penetrating shots. Any shots that fly over them are absorbed by the E8’s cast turret armor or simply bite dirt. You grit your teeth, those Jumbos are OP as fuck.

They begin climbing the hill, slowly and steadily.

The SU-122 fires a shot, slamming into the side of an E8, and they are rewarded with a little white flag.

> KO: M4A3E8 (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: TEAM MINIE

You pump your fist as Team Minie cheers over the radio.

“WE DID IT!” shouts Samantha. “WE GOT ONE OF THEM!”

“This is Wojtek!” shouts Janek. “We see a tank coming out of the woods! Looks like the 105!”

You turn out slightly and bring up your binoculars to observe the rear. You can see the 105, frontal armor pointed at you, and turret aimed at you. It fires a shot and tosses the SOMUA to the side.

“THEY GOT US!” screams Anna.

“We’re fine, Anna!” says Bess. “They just missed us!”

“What? We’re still alive!? FUCK IT! KEEP FIRING!”

> COMMAND POINTS: 12
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Stay where you are
> Retreat
> Charge the Jumbos, the E8, and the Chaffee
> Other

>>28586070
>Charge the Jumbos, the E8, and the Chaffee

THIS IS IT GIRLS, THE MOMENT OF TRIUMPH

>>28586070
>> Retreat
Fuck, I might just be paranoid from playing xcom all day, but we aren't exactly in a nice spot.

>>28586070
>Other
Everyone get behind the crest of the hill and engage the 105 and take it out. After that haul ass to the town.

>>28586070
> Other
Charge the 105.
KV and Aviation team, here's your chance at redemption.
Have the Church angle itself to block incoming shots from the main enemy force, then make an orderly retreat.

Looks like it might end up as a forest battle.

>>28586176
This.

>>28586125
The hill is a better position than the town considering we've only eliminated one Sherman and they're still packing Jumbos and a Chaffee.

>>28586070
So yeah, also voting for all guns on the 105 and then retreat maybe to that smaller hill to the west?

>>28586176
this

>>28586070
It's aiming at use, do some sidewinding to keep its attention.

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>>28586070
>Charge the 105!

The 105 is meant to make us panic and descend into their main force, letting them win a brawl. Take out the 105, retreat into the woods, set up another ambush with Dem Crazy Polacks actively scouting but not luring.

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> Other

“Lisa, take us behind the crest of the hill!” You look down at Kitten. “Kitten, tell Anna and Marina to reverse behind the crest! We’re gonna turn around take down that 105!”

The KV-1S, the Sherman, and the SOMUA S35 begin reversing. The shots from the Jumbo, the E8, and the Chaffee have stopped. All of you traverse your tanks around and meet the 105, which begins backing up, firing another shot you. It misses again.

“Fire!” you scream.

All of your tanks fire at the 105 simultaneously. A few shots slam into the side and the turret ring, prompting an immediate white flag.

> KO: M4 SHERMAN (105) (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: TEAM BEARCAT

You sigh with relief, then you remember there are four tanks down there that are very angry and more well armored than you.

In fact, you see one of them crest the hill right now, the Chaffee, which races past you and immediately puts a hole in the KV-1S’s track.

> MOBILITY KILL: KV-1S (COMP. SPEC.)

> COMMAND POINTS: 12
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Stay where you are
> Retreat to the town
> Retreat into the forest
> Every man for himself!

> Other

>>28586357
>> Retreat into the forest
The town doesn't sound like fun with jumbos.

>>28586357
> Retreat to the town

Can they repair a mobility kill?

>>28586357
>> Retreat into the forest
Just as we practiced a few days ago.

>>28586357
> Retreat to the town
We didn't just learn a Manuver for town combat for nothing, now did we?

>>28586419
Actually the plan was to retreat to the town.

> Retreat to the town CAREFULLY

Try our best to save Bearcat but once the other tanks come over the top, we're probably going to have to ditch them.

>>28586357
>Retreat into the forest

Team Bearcat must Adopt Soviet Tank Strategy! They can still shoot!
Out of commission, become a pillbox. Out of ammo, become a bunker. Out of time, become heroes.

>>28586357
> Retreat to the town
Welp, time to displace.

>>28586412
>Can they repair a mobility kill?
I'm guessing yes, if they get some breathing room.
There's no stopping Heinlein from finishing them off right now though.

>>28586460
We need to a airplane equivalent to their situation. Not sure if we're able give them the time they need to repair their track

>>28586357
> Stay where you are
By leaving the hill you're giving up the advantages of high ground to the enemy who will shoot you in the back without a rear guard.
Destroy the Chaffee and retreat to the reverse of the slop. Once there shoot the Shermans as they try crest the hill.

>>28586568
They already have though

>>28586568
Well there's the crux of the problem.

How do we take out that Chaffee?

It's an Elite Chaffee and its right in among us. We might end up blasting each other.

>>28586563
"Your engine is out, but you are above an enemy and have enough energy for one more pass before you ditch."

>>28586605
Simple answer to that:

It's fast, so it's probably lightly armored. Get one or two of our group to box it in, and a third to pull RAMMING SPEED on its ass.

>>28586630
Let's use that, if we need to ditch them. I feel bad but our position is compromised

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> Retreat to the town

“Everyone! Make for the town!” Everyone but the Churchill immediately begins orienting to the town.

Marina shouts, “We’ll hold them for as long as we can!”

A shot slams into the KV-1S’s rear, popping the white flag.

> KO: KV-1S (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: M4A3E2 SHERMAN (COMP. SPEC.)

“Well, that wasn’t long,” says Jenny.

The Chaffee performs a flawless Nishizumi Hook around the SU-122 as well, putting a shot into the weak side armor, and popping a white flag.

> KO: SU-122 (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: M24 CHAFFEE (ELITE)

“We’re done for!” shouts Samantha.

“They’re killing us!” screams Cathy.

By now, the Shermans have started cresting the hill. They begin setting sights on the Churchill, blasting it with everything they’ve got, blasting several road wheels apart.

“THIS ISN’T FAIR AT ALL!” screams Tara.

> MOBILITY KILL: CHURCHILL I (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO M4A3E2 SHERMAN (COMP. SPEC.)

With that, you, the SOMUA, and the Stuart make for the town. To your great relief, the Shermans don’t follow you.

To your utter horror, the Chaffee is, and it’s pulling every which away to dodge shots from the SOMUA and the Stuart.

> M24 CHAFFE IS ATTEMPTING SIDEWINDER

> COMMAND POINTS: 12
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Continue to the town and hide
> Stand and fight the Chaffee
> Other

>>28586708
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

> Continue to the town and hide

>>28586708
>Stand and fight the Chaffee

STAND
YOUR
GROUND

>>28586708
>Continue to town and hide
we can negate the Chaffee's speed advantage by bogging it down in urban combat

>>28586708
Jesus this went to shit quick
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Continue to the town and hide
Intuition the best way back to the city without being to verniable to the sidewinder

>>28586708
> Continue to the town and hide
Holy shit. Pop smoke!

>>28586708
> INTUITION - 1 CP
We are still in this!
Also we need to learn the teams how to pull off a cordinated retreat

>>28586708
Use the oddball

> Continue to the town and hide

You’re definitely not going to outrun a Chaffee but at least the suppressive fire is slowing her down. You reach the main road of the town, then enter it proper.

“Everyone, split up!” you shout.

> KO: CHURCHILL I (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: M4A3E8 SHERMAN (COMP. SPEC.)

“This is Cathy! They finally got us!”

The Sherman takes a left and into an alley. You look behind yourself, and sure enough, the Chaffee’s gone.

You consider the situation. One: You have three tanks left against their four. Two: An Elite Chaffee is not alone with you, you’re alone with an Elite Chaffee. It’s going to take some serious cunning to try and pull this one off.

> COMMAND POINTS: 12
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up ambush positions
> Engage the Chaffee where you can
> Other

>>28586965
>> Set up ambush positions
We personally will distract the Chaffee

>>28586965
>> INTUITION: - 1 CP
>> Set up ambush positions

>>28586965
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up ambush positions

>>28586965
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up ambush positions for the chaffee
>Oddball a Sherman -2 CP

>>28586965
>Intuition
>Oddball the Chaffee

>>28586965
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up ambush positions
We need an idea on where we can cleverly hide our tanks in a way that allows for best surprise but also allows for quick escape

We are going to be using Oddball very soon, I know

>>28587061
thing is they can counter by just spending one CP which is like nothing to a vet like Ace.

> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up ambush positions

You predict that the Shermans will arrive just five minutes or so, that leaves you with enough time to get yourself into a good place to ambush the other tanks. The Sherman chugs out of the alleyway out and into the street.

“Anna, Janek, find some place to hide. We’re going to start dancing circles around these Shermans, you got it?”

“Loud and clear!” says Janek.

“Got it!” says Anna.

Using your own intuition, the Sherman plonks itself in a narrow alley between two restaurants. Now you wait for either the Chaffee or a Sherman. You tug at your shirt collar, you just now realized you’re sweating bullets. You now hear a loud engine over your own engine noise. You peer through the periscope, and yep, that’s an E8 coming up the street and into your sights.

“Nancy, hit him.”

> KO: M4A3E8 SHERMAN (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: GERTRUDE’S CREW

Everyone cheers, clapping and giving each other high fives. You calm them down, “Alright, alright, don’t everyone shout all at once. Lisa, get us some place new.”

> KO: M4A3E2 SHERMAN (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: TEAM NEEDLEPOINT

“This is Anna! We just got one! Blew his engine to bits!”

The Sherman drives out of the alleyway, and suddenly it shakes with the force expected from a glancing hit. “What was that!?” shouts Nancy. You look to right, oh, that E8 had a friend. Another Jumbo.

> COMMAND POINTS: 11
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Engage the Jumbo
> Run the fuck away
> Other

>>28587201
>Run the fuck away
Gotta go fast!

>>28587201
>> Other
Full speed ahead, through the buildings we go.

>>28587201
fuck it, let's finish this now.

>>28587201
>> Run the fuck away
We don't have the firepower to get through that frontal armor. RUN LIKE A BITCH.

>>28587201
Oddball time gogogo -2 CP

>>28587201
>Engage the Jumbo

THIS IS WHERE WE MAKE OUR STAND

>>28587201
Back into the Allery. Fire an HE shell into the building behind you and back through.

>>28587201
>Other
Call up Janek to check if she is ready at an ambush spot. Let's lure the jumbo right into their sights!

>>28587201
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Other
Lure the Jumbo to Anna's kill zone while avoiding any potential ambush points Ace may be waiting in.

>>28587303
Let's try this if not
>>28587302
this

>>28587303
I like it. Get Kitten on the line!

>>28587302
Supporting this, the alley has another exit, right?

>>28587302
Lets go for this.

I do love collateral

>>28587344
>>28587342
>>28587320
If we're fighting to the end, we might as well make a mess

>>28587201

>Engage the Jumbo

Plot Armour Go!

> Other

“Lisa! Back up! Nancy, bring the turret round! Load High-Explosive!” The Sherman immediately backs into the alley again. The turret is brought level with the building behind the Sherman. “Fire!”

A hole is blasted into the building, only enough to blast a hole into the building but not the other side. Whatever.

“Keep going!”

The Sherman squeezes itself into the building, brick and mortar falling apart all around.

Lisa asks nervously, “Uh, Boss, what’s going on out there?”

“Eh…” you say as a pile of bricks worryingly bang against the turret top. “Nothing.”

The Sherman bursts out the other side of the building, sending that particular section collapsing in on itself.

You sigh with relief.

> KO: SOMUA S35 (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: M24 CHAFFEE (ELITE)

“This is Anna! THEY GOT US!”

“This is Janek! The Chaffee’s just got the Sewing Club and they’re coming after us!”

> COMMAND POINTS: 11
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Set up a new ambush point
> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.
> Other

>>28587391
Never assume we have plot armour. Last time I saw that, the GM went full XCOM on us.

>>28587438
>> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.
We need to work together.

>>28587438
> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.

Thatch Weave! Thatch Weave!

>>28587438

>Come to Wotjek's aid

We can at least give them a run for their money

>>28587438
>> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.

>>28587453
Can we set up an ambush while Wojtek lures the Chaffee to us?

>>28587438
>> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.
Together!

>>28587438
Let's use a command point to successfully help them

>>28587438
>> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.
JANEK, WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

>>28587438
>INTUITION: - 1 CP
>> Set up a new ambush point
>> Other
Set a location for Wojtek to lure the Chaffee to. We pull around and hit their rear as they pass. Wojtek then circles around our back about to no doubt hit the remaining jumbo

> Come to Team Wojtek’s aide.

“Janek! Bring her to us! We’ll help you out!”

“Got it!”

You pull out your map of the town and start tracking Janek’s position as she gives you a play-by-play of which streets she’s headed down. The Sherman moves fast, you worry about the suspension a little, it might break down if you stress it too hard.

You arrive at a courtyard, wide and very open. “They should be coming up here any sec-“

The Stuart races past you.

“Oh, there they are.”

The Stuart turns away from you and starts heading up the courtyard. Immediately afterwards the Chaffee comes in, taking a shot and hitting their turret with a very unsatisfying explosion. Surprisingly, there’s no white flag.

“Ah! The gun’s jammed!” screams Janek.

> WEAPONRY KILL: M5A1 STUART (COMP. SPEC.)

The Chaffee points it turret at you and start barreling at you. Nancy fires a shot, to which the Chaffee dodges. It immediately races past your front, then pulls a Bootlegger’s turn, it’s frontal armor now facing you. Nancy continues bringing the turret around, however the Chaffee starts charging you. Why would it charge you, unless…

> M24 CHAFFEE IS ATTEMPTING NISHIZUMI HOOK

> COMMAND POINTS: 11
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> COUNTER: - 5 CP
> Engage
> Run away
> Other

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>>28587627
>> COUNTER: - 5 CP
IF THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES TO COUNTER AN ACE. THEN DO IT.

>>28587627
> COUNTER: - 5 CP

>>28587627
>COUNTER

MORAL BOOSTING STATEMENT IN WRITTEN IN CAPS

>>28587627
>> COUNTER: - 5 CP

>>28587627
>white flag.
>“Ah! The gun’s jammed!” screams Janek.
>> WEAPONRY KILL: M5A1 STUART (COMP. SPEC.)
>Counter
Do a St. Gloriana!
The Sherman has better armor than the Chaffee right???

>>28587627

>Counter

>>28587627
>Ram them
30 tons > 18 tons

>>28587627
GET FIRED UP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlmBeQFDBxg

>>28587627
>COUNTER: - 5 CP

>>28587627
>>28587627
RAMMING SPEED

>>28587704
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpB_Jr3h48Q

THE YANKEES WILL GO NO FURTHER!

> COUNTER: - 5 CP

“Lisa! Orient left now!”

The Sherman begins turning left, while moving forward slightly. The Chaffee flicks right then powerslides around you. The Chaffee takes the shot, point blank, and hits you square in the upper glacis. Everyone screams the armor buckles from the shot. You hold on, waiting for the Judging system to call it.

…

Huh?

…

Hm, you thought for sure that was a killing shot. Suddenly, the tank shakes again, causing everyone to yelp in surprise. You look out the periscope, and sure enough, the Chaffee has rammed you.

“Nancy! Ramirez! Asses and elbows come on!”

The both of them recover, and Ramirez loads a new round in.

The Chaffee backs up, giving way for the Stuart to come barreling past and crash into the building. The Chaffee finishes it off with a single shot to the engine block.

> KO: M5A1 STUART (COMP. SPEC.)
> KILL CREDITED TO: M24 CHAFFEE

The Chaffee quickly barrels past you, with Nancy missing a shot on it. It slides around the Courtyard, frontal armor now facing you again.

> COMMAND POINTS: 6
> INTUITION: - 1 CP
> Engage
> Run away
> Other

>>28587815
> The Honorable Approach