>>2870527
> Other
Bet on Stack. She literally hammered a turret ring straight. She's got this

>>2870527
>Eh, maybe join Winona for a bit. Get an extra hour of sleep in or something.
Naps are underrated.

>>2870527
> Other
This: >>2870593

> Other

You sit down at a chair then clear your throat. Stack looks over, then her eyes widen upon seeing you. “Elodie!” she calls.

“Stack.” You fold your arms. “I’m betting on you.” She blinks, apparently horrified by something. “Finish her.”

Stack gasps, then she grins at Duchess. Duchess gasps as well, suddenly surprised because now Stack has claimed a second wind. Stack starts pulling Duchess’ arm downwards. Slowly but steadily. Duchess puts everything she’s got into simply delaying the inevitable. Not even the cheers of Duchess’ crew can help her now. “AAAAHHH!” Stack screams as she finally forces Duchess’ arm down. Duchess lets go, panting intensely. “Woohoo!” Stack throws her arms up, then gives high tens over to Ingrid and Josephina.

“Knew you had it in you,” says Ingrid. “Unlike Josephina.”

“I’m just being careful.” Josephina offers a bottle of water to Stack, who immediately squeezes it in her hand to pop the cap before taking a hearty swig of it. “We are in the desert after all. No need to dehydrate oneself so needlessly.”

“Ahaha, but no. Josephina’s right.” Stack smirks, looking at the two of them. “Ingrid, if you want to grow up big and strong like me, you gotta hydrate! That’s key!”

Ingrid looks –down- at Stack. “Big, eh?” Stack snorts, rolling her eyes. “Don’t they say things are bigger in Texas? And yet…” Ingrid motions at her chest, smirking more intensely.

“Ugh, don’t even start.” Stack looks over at you. “Elodie, my hype woman. What’s the haps? How ya feeling?”

“Just fine.” You step on over to her and pat her shoulder. She flinches a little. Hm, hiding a bit of pain are we? “I knew you had it all the way.” Stack beams, patting her chest happily. “You girls doing alright?”

Ingrid says, “Yeah. Griselda says she’s got plans for the next round. People are going to be watching the Eastern League matches over lunch though. Kursk Girls Boarding School versus Zhou Enlai.” Hmph. You’re looking forward to seeing Mei get stomped by Oryola. “You got money on anyone?”

> “Kursk will win. They always do.”
> “Mei will probably put up a good fight I suppose.”
> “My money’s on whoever wins.”
> Other

>>2870882
>“Kursk will win. They always do.”

>>2870882
>“Mei will probably put up a good fight I suppose.”
It's gotta be us to knock her out of the postseason, wouldn't be nearly as satisfying any other way.

>>2870882
>> “Mei will probably put up a good fight I suppose.”

>>2870882
> “My money’s on whoever wins.”
Both sides are extremely strong, could go either way.

> “Mei will probably put up a good fight I suppose.”

“Mei will probably put up a good fight I suppose,” you say. Most assuredly though, your money is on Kursk. “It’ll be a good match either way. Both sides are strong. It really could go to either person.”

“But you want Oryola to win,” says Ingrid.

“Oh so badly,” you say quickly. “But like anything else, we’ll have to wait and see. They’re formidable. And in the end, we have to focus on our next opponent.”

“Yeah, we weren’t paying attention to the match yesterday,” says Ingrid. “Stack. Do you know who won yesterday besides us?”

“Christie, over Heinlein,” she explains. Oh? “Her big tanks wrecked Heinlein and pushed their shit in. Wasn’t even much of a match as it was a massacre.” You can’t see Dix being too happy about that. You’re disappointed you missed that match too. But alas, you at least know now that J. Walter Christie Polytechnical Institute will be your next opponent. “Joan D’Orleans is facing St. Gloriana too tonight. Should be another interesting matchup I do believe.”

“Right. You girls got breakfast?” They all nod. “Alright. Well, it’s a free day up until dinner. That’s when we need to pack up for our next destination, alright? I won’t keep you guys.”

Stack nudges Ingrid. “Come on, Ingrid. Let’s go teach Josephina how to slide around in the sand.”

“The sand?” asks Josephina. The two of them lead her on. “Won’t that chafe?” You roll your eyes.

> Go meet with Griselda, see what she’s up to.
> Go for lunch.
> Relax with Winona a little bit. May as well take in the sun while you’re here.
> Other

>>2871197
> Relax with Winona a little bit. May as well take in the sun while you’re here.

>>2871197
>> Go for lunch.

>>2871197
>Relax with Winona a little bit. May as well take in the sun while you’re here.
Time for some R n' R!

>>2871197
> Go meet with Griselda, see what she’s up to.

>>2871197
>> Relax with Winona a little bit. May as well take in the sun while you’re here.

> Relax with Winona a little bit. May as well take in the sun while you’re here.

You sigh, taking a chair of your own and sitting next to Winona. “Ah, I see you’ve finally given yourself up to the glory of the sun,” says Winona. You roll your eyes, putting on a set of sunglasses as you lay back. “Want a swimsuit so you can build up a tan?”

“No thanks. I just want to rest back and relax,” you say.

Winona pouts, looking at you. “Aw. But what if Jeep Jockey likes tan lines?”

“He would… tan lines?” What in God on rollerskates is she talking about, tan lines? You turn to her, confused. She looks at you with a very smug grin on her face. “Okay, explain.”

“Tan lines are all the rage,” says Winona. “See, boys have this weird thing for those bits of skin that haven’t been tanned in the sun. Weird, I know. But it’s why I’m wearing a swimsuit and not going full nude. Well, that and the fact that they told us not to sunbathe nude.” Well, duh. “But listen, Jock would love it.”

“You don’t know what Jock would love.” Hmph. Tan lines…

“Trust me. It’s just one of those weird things,” says Winona. She shrugs. “Same thing with armpits.” … what!? You stare at her again. Okay, she’s taking the piss with you now. Armpits? What is she going to say next, that Jock wants to lick your forehead or something? She raises her arm, revealing her incredibly bare armpits. “It’s why I get my armpits waxed. That and because I hate the feeling of armpit hair. What about you?”

“Mine haven’t grown in yet,” you say.

She frowns. “Hmph, lucky.” She leans in. “Seriously, Ellie. You should take pride in your appearance.”

“I do. I put on makeup every day like any normal girl,” you say. “You think I’m ugly or something?”

“Yes.” She what. Winona snickers. “Kidding. No, I think you would look –stunning- with the right makeover and the right clothes. Don’t you get tired of wearing your uniform all the time?” No. “What about just putting your face on and… that’s it? Ever try eyeliner or fake eyelashes or a little bit of blush on the cheeks or lipstick?” That’s for special occasions like balls and dances, not for everyday appearances. She gasps. “… have you ever done your hair in a style that wasn’t just a ponytail?” You did your hair up in pigtails once in the 6th grade and you’ve regretted it since. “Come on! Haven’t you ever thought about your appearance?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2871510
>> Polite
It's just not a priority.

>>2871510
>Polite

>>2871510
>> Polite
> Polite

>>2871510
>> Neutral

> Polite

“I have. It’s just not an incredibly big priority for me.” You shrug. “Call me plain I guess.”

“Yuck.” Winona sticks out her tongue, disgusted. “Elodie, you are literally the opposite of plain, trust me.” She goes back to lying on her back, keeping her reflected focused squarely on herself. “One day, Elodie, a time will come when you decide that you need to look your absolute best. And a freshly cut uniform will not do the trick.” She snaps her finger. “Once we get back to LGA, it’s time for a shopping spree and you are the dress-up doll.” Gee. Wonderful.

Though you’ll admit, you won’t object to the idea of spending more time with Winona. Heck, maybe you can find some more classy stuff Jock might be interested in like sweaters or something. Sweaters would actually be good for the cold once the winter rolls around.

You lie back and sigh, shutting your eyes.

…

…

You feel a tap at your arm. Eh? You open your eyes again and see Griselda, wearing a straw hat as she looks down at you. “This is new, tanning while wearing a uniform.” You give her the finger in response. “Ha ha, funny.” You sit up, looking at her. “How you doing, Ellie?”

“Just fine,” you say. “I was having an ice nap before you interrupted.”

“Aw.” Griselda purses her lips, pouting mockingly. “You want me to tell you a bedtime story, baby?” You roll your eyes again. “So you can go back to sleep?” Please. “Seriously though, you good? I know the match yesterday was tough.”

“It was,” you say. “But we got through it just fine. If anything I did most of the work.”

“As you always do,” says Griselda. “The KGB and Zhou Enlai match is on in about a half hour. Want to come watch with us?” You look over and see Winona still lying back. She’s definitely asleep.

> “Nah, think I’ll stay.”
> “Sure, why not?”
> Othe

>>2871893
>> “Sure, why not?”
> “Sure, why not?”

>>2871893
> “Sure, why not?”

>>2871893
>“Sure, why not?”

> “Sure, why not?”

“Sure, why not?” Griselda helps you to your feet. “What about Winona?”

Griselda pulls out a spray bottle from her belt, then sprays Winona in the face. “Ah!” Winona yelps, falling onto her face in the sand.

“Just so she doesn’t get sunburnt,” says Griselda. “You alright, Winona?”

“Fiiiiine…” Winona mutters.

…

…

The match starts off as it typically does. Kursk has found excellent high ground on their side of the frozen fields of Siberia while Zhou Enlai has to go out looking for them. All the crews have assembled on picnic tables, watching the match on a big screen. You munch on a sandwich, watching closely. Again, ZES is armed primarily with the Centurion tanks. But now they number over thirty, not to mention Kursk has thirty of their own tanks as well with Oryola in her famed ISU-152.

And yet, Mei is looking for a fight.

“I gotta say.” Hadley sits down next to you, leaning on the table. “I’m not particularly a big fan of Oryola’s tactics.” Oh? You’d like to hear a reason for that. “Camping and waiting for the enemy is one thing. But camping and waiting when you have the superior tanks and tech?” Hadley shakes her head a little. “Strikes me as cowardly.”

Stack shrugs. “That’s patience for you. Oryola has won tournaments with that schtick quite a bit. She came close a year or two back but Ooarai knocked them out.” She chews furiously on some fried chicken as you watch.

Hadley grunts. “What do you make of it, Elodie?”

> “Oryola’s my personal Tankery hero. If it works, it works.”
> “I guess you could call it boring. But it works.”
> “If it’s boring and it works, then it works.”
> Other

>>2872189
>“Oryola’s my personal Tankery hero. If it works, it works.”
Patience is a virtue for a reason.

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>>2872189
>> “Oryola’s my personal Tankery hero. If it works, it works.”

>>2872189
>> “If it’s boring and it works, then it works.”

> “Oryola’s my personal Tankery hero. If it works, it works.”

“Oryola’s my personal Tankery here. If it works, it works,” you say.

Hadley looks at the screen then says, “Well, then, I’ll root for her.” She smiles at you. “Can’t go wrong with you.” Of course not. Mei continues to rush at the KGB positions.

Wait.

She’s just rushing their positions?

Wait no. You take a look at the map screen. The ridge they hold is along a wide front. Although KGB has ten T-34-85s set to the flanks, all their casemates are pointing outwards in a single direction towards Mei’s incoming advance. You watch however as Mei splits her advance in an uneven fashion, twenty five tanks to one approach, five including herself to the other. She’s going to take them instead from two directions.

The vast majority of her tanks draw the attention of the casemates, who pound away at them. In the approach, several of the Centurions are lost, even while popping smoke and firing their own suppressive barrages.

“I have to say, this looks to be the fastest Kursk has ever been engaged in combat!” says one of the commentators. “It appears Mei is directly throwing herself right into Kursk’s strongest positions to seek out a direct fight!”

“It’s a bold strategy, Cotton, let’s see if it pays off for them!” says the other commentator.

Everyone watches intensely as Mei leads the charge. Despite being the flag tank and being the biggest target, she slips, slides, and dodges incoming shells like no one’s business. Her escorting four tanks take the opportunity and begin firing their own responses. That flank is getting rolled up slowly and steadily while the other side gets thrown into an absolute meatgrinder of a brawl. And at the center of the line, Oryola tries to figure out which side to engage in.

Stack leans in. “Still confident?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2872514
>Boast

>>2872514
>> Boast
This probably isn't the first time Oryola has been rushed.

>>2872514
>Boast

Orly knows her business and her team does too

> Boast

You nod. “Of course.” Oryola has this. Mei is taking a really reckless risk doing this. And yet, you watch as she just dances around Kursk’s tanks like they’re not even there. She fires a round here and there, knocking one out or immobilizing another while her big force ties down the much larger wing of Oryola’s line. It’s here that Oryola decides Mei is the biggest target, and ending her would end the match entirely.

Her ISU-152 fires, just as Mei begins to close in. Mei fires a smoke round, smashing into Oryola’s front armor. The white smoke explodes out and provides and obscuring screen. Big enough to allow Mei to close the distance. Everyone is on the edge of their seats as they watch. This can’t be… Mei’s just running in to face her! Oryola can’t go down that easily, can she?

Mei pops out of the smoke, aiming to come down the side of Oryola’s ISU. Oryola tries to face her tank around. But Mei responds by crossing around the front of their barrel, feinting Oryola. She slides around, facing her entire tank into Oryola’s side and fires.

KO.

The match didn’t even last an hour. For someone famed to drag out matches for days, Oryola was beaten so quickly. She pops out of her hatch and sighs, smacking her head on the top of the hull while Mei simply drives away. Everyone is quiet, shocked that such a thing would happen in such a manner.

Oryola Kuznetsov was eliminated.

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>>2872901
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>2872901
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you tomorrow.

You’re still shocked at the result. Not many people are as shocked as you are. If anything, you see Serafina and Regina are excited at the prospect of facing Mei again. “I’m going to fuck the smug out of that smug little Chinese girl!” says Regina.

“We’re going to beat her and drag her through the mud, yeah!” yells Serafina.

You stand, watching the monitor. To think that such a thing could happen.

Winona nudges your shoulder, looking at you. “Hey, Ellie, you alright?” You nod quietly. Not much to say honestly. “I know, it sucks that Oryola lost. But hey, means we get another shot at Mei! That is if we get through Christie.” Of course, of course. Winona pouts a little. “Aww… cheer up.” She shakes your arm a little. “… want me to call Jock so he can give you a pep talk?”

“No,” you say. “Please.”

“Come on, we’ll get Mei for beating Kursk like that, alright? You’ll see.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2874779
> Neutral

Mei's smart. We need to do some research on her battles. Perhaps some of her victories are not based on fluid tactics but by countering schools who have a fixed doctrine.

Orly liked to wait, Mei wouldn't let her. We may have a better chance because we have no fixed doctrine

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>>2874779
>> Neutral
Research is needed

Is there a place that has all those loading images you use Schteel?

>>2874858
Here you are.

https://danbooru.donmai.us/pools/11076

>>2874862
Thanks a ton

> Neutral

“Don’t be so sure. We’ll need to do plenty of research. But first thing’s first is that we have to focus on Christie. We won’t get a shot at Mei if Hobart suddenly punches us in the teeth.” You place your hands on your hips, sternly looking at Winona. “A wise man once said, everyone’s got a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”

“That was Mike Tyson wasn’t it?” asks Winona. Probably.

“Anyway, Winona. Thanks for the support I suppose.” Winona smiles happily. She’s there for you, you know it. “Can we talk later maybe? I need to decide what to do next.”

“Got it.” Winona gently kisses you on the cheek. UGH. You roll your eyes, blushing a little as she leaves. “Don’t keep me waiting!” AUGH.

Whatever. What should you do now?

> Griselda and Iris should be holding a discussion on strategy right now. Might as well go.
> Call Jock. Check to see if he watched the match.
> Wander around camp a little bit. Give yourself some time to think.
> Other

>>2874951
>Call Jock. Check to see if he watched the match.

>>2874951
> Wander around camp a little bit. Give yourself some time to think.

Let's take a breather and clear our head

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>>2874951
>> Griselda and Iris should be holding a discussion on strategy right now. Might as well go.
>> Call Jock. Check to see if he watched the match.
Talk to him on the way to the meeting.

> Call Jock. Check to see if he watched the match.

You decide to head in the direction of Griselda’s tent for the strategy meeting. But you’ll meander around a little as you call up Jock to see what he thought of the match. You dial his number and wait.

“Hello?” … that is definitely not Jock. Is that his Dad? “Hello?”

“Uh, hi. It’s Elodie Zumwalt.” You blink, standing around a little, watching as Serafina and her crew clean and polish their Pershing. “Um. Is…” You hesitate. His parents wouldn’t really refer to him by his nickname, right? You squint a little, cringing. “… is JJ there?”

“Yeah,” says his Dad. “Hold on. Hey, Jeep Jockey!” Wow. They actually call him by his nickname too? “Jock! It’s your girlfriend!”

“Dad, Dad, Dad! Give me that! Gimme!” Jock apparently wrestles control of his phone away from his Dad. “S- Sorry about that, Elodie. I left my phone on my desk for like a minute. My Dad likes to answer other people’s phones.”

“Oh. Really.” You’re not even going to ask why his parents also refer to him as Jeep Jockey. “Well, sorry if I’m bothering you. I just called to see how things were. Did you catch my match?”

“I did,” he says. “You were great. You really stuck it to those Canadians and everything. Though I’m probably the last guy you want if you want constructive criticism of your matches.” Of course. “I’m looking forward to your next match too, you know. Hobart’s team has got a bunch of funnies in their roster, don’t they?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a gimmick they have,” you say. “But um, I’m glad you saw it.”

“Actually, I’m glad you called too. I got some time, I might be able to fly over and see you after your next match.” Oh? That’d be splendid. “I’ll bring you something nice.”

> “Oh, that’s not necessary.”
> “Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I have to give it back in kind.”
> “Ooooh you’re nice enough for… me?” What kind of flirting is that? You can do better than that.
> Other

>>2874951
>Griselda and Iris should be holding a discussion on strategy right now. Might as well go.

>>2875119
>“Oh, that’s not necessary.”

And it better not be something Winona told you I need.

>>2875119
>“Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I have to give it back in kind.”

>>2875119
>> “Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I have to give it back in kind.”

>>2875119
>> “Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I have to give it back in kind.”
Ask his opinion on tan-lines.

>>2875188
>Ask his opinion on tan-lines.

Supporting.

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> “Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I have to give it back in kind.”

“Nothing over ten dollars. I’m not made of money and I want to be sure to repay it in kind, alright?”

“Alrighty then.”

“That means no condoms either,” you say.

“… I didn’t say-“

“And nothing that Winona recommends to you.”

“… got it.”

“What did she recommend you buy?”

“Nothing! Nothing. Um. She may have called me once to say that I should buy you chocolates or something but it was those really expensive gourmet chocolates that aren’t really chocolate. You know what I’m talking about, right?”

“I kind of do, actually. Anyway, you understand, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, nothing over ten dollars. Got it.”

“By the way. Can I ask you a question?” He grunts affirmatively. “Um. So what’s your opinion on tan lines?”

“Eh?”

“Tan lines. You know. When you get tanned by the sun and you get a mark where the sun didn’t reach. What’s your opinion on that? Is it tacky does it like… turn you on or anything? Does it like make you blush or something?”

“Did you lay out in the sun for too long or something, Ellie?”

“Noooo! It’s just, I’m curious. That’s all.”

“Well. Elodie, Um. I guess I would have to say that tan lines are actually insanely sexy to me.” What. “I can’t really explain it honestly. Like, it’s like um, you ever look at a girl’s armpits too?” WHAT. HOLD UP. WHAT. “I don’t really know. It might just be a weird thing with me, I guess.” HOW. WHAT? “… Ellie, are you there?”

“Yeah. Um. Thanks for that.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. No, I’ll see you after the match tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright. Toodles.”

He hangs up.

…

You pull your collar a little. You do see a little bit of paleness there. What did he say about armpits too?

No, no. Push that away. You got a strategy meeting to focus on. You hurry on over to Griselda’s tent.

You open the tent flap and see Griselda and Iris discussing things over a cup of coffee. “And then I said-“ She looks at you. “Ellie, good to see you finally joining us!” Griselda smiles happily.

“Sorry I’m late,” you say. “Did I miss anything?”

“No, no, we were just about to get started.” She places a map of the future battle area on the map table. “This is the map they gave us of the terrain. As you can see we start on opposite sides relatively close to each other. But don’t let that fool you. A straight shot isn’t the best way to go here in my opinion. This lake is going to allow for long flanking maneuvers, which Perrine is likely to pull off. But just as likely she’ll probably ford tanks underneath the lake surface too to get at us from behind. So it’s imperative we secure better ground than this. What do you think so far?”

> A direct rush might catch her off guard. Why not that?
> A defensive approach would be good, probably best to cut to the west across the lake then set up in the hills.
> What do you think, Griselda?
> Other

>>2875337
>What do you think, Griselda?

What wisdom from our leader

>>2875337
>> What do you think, Griselda?
Suggest maybe put a small harassment force straight south with the main force going wide around the lake?

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>>2875337
>A direct rush might catch her off guard. Why not that?

>>2875337
>> A direct rush might catch her off guard. Why not that?

prepping all of those wading devices takes time

> A direct rush might catch her off guard. Why not that?
> What do you think, Griselda?

“A direct rush might catch her off guard. Deep wading devices takes time to prep after all. If we give her time, she’ll get up to her usual shenanigans.” Griselda nods, understanding. “What do you think though?”

“I think a direct rush would be good. Her style of command and the way she builds her roster isn’t made for brawling,” she says. “She’s got a lot of unique tanks that just aren’t built for it. And if we close the distance quickly and efficiently, we might just be able to pull it off. But Perrine isn’t going to go down like she did to us last time. She’s got the Ardeer Aggie after all now, she can actually fight us at decent ranges this time. Not to mention that she’ll have learned whatever else lessons we taught her from last time. We should be careful with a direct assault.”

“Agreed.” Iris leans over the table, looking the overall map. She points to the road. “If we approach down this road here all at once, it’ll turn into a bloodbath. But if we send Elodie and our fast tanks down this road here, we’ll pincer here and trap her. That is, if she chooses to stay there for whatever reason.”

“Right.” Griselda says, “So I guess we’re all agreed. Offense is a good defense. That lake is going to trap her instead of help her. Not unless she has some kind of tunneling tank or something.” You all nod. “Great. We’ll adjust the plan as we see fit once we see their roster tomorrow. Ellie, Iris, good luck to you both.”

Iris bows. “A lady does not need luck.”

“Ugh, just take my good luck, Iris.” Griselda bops Iris on the head gently, to which Iris quickly corrects the hair that’s disturbed from the impact. With that, Griselda checks her watch. “I’m gonna go supervise the loading of the tanks. See y’all.” With that, she takes her leave.

Iris looks to you. “Looking to be an interesting day tomorrow, wouldn’t you agree?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2875565
>Polite

Every day with Perrine is interesting

>>2875565
>Polite

>>2875565
> Polite
Perrine always makes it interesting

>>2875565
> Polite
Personally I wouldn't recommend a direct assault, Perrine's gotta know it's a risk with the start position's being so close, and could easily set up hull down positions or such with her engineering vehicles from which she could stall any attempted rushes more than long enough to abort any deep wading silliness and just reinforce them, which could turn the more open areas to the South of Capraccia into killking fields, or have the flanking force Battle of Lake Trasimene'd. But we'll see what the lineup shows.

> Polite

“She always makes things interesting,” you say. “I’m looking forward to a good match.”

“Indeed. I believe we’ll have the match well in hand. Though I will admit something to you, Elodie. Something quite private. That I wish for no one else to know. Understand?” Oh, of course. You nod. You never thought Iris would be one to keep those kinds of secrets. “I must admit, I am very nervous about the tournament. About going as far as we have.”

“Really? Why?”

“I feel we are overstepping our bounds a little,” she says. “This is our first year in NATO. And yet teams that have worked long and harder than us have fallen and we have somehow managed to push ourselves up over their corpses.”

“You think we don’t deserve this.”

Iris tilts her head, glancing away a little. “It’s not that we don’t deserve this. I feel as if we may be part of a great fluke. And God will bring us to Earth very soon whether we like it or not.”

> “It’s no fluke, trust me.”
> “Maybe it is. But we’re here. That’s what matters.”
> “We deserve this. We’ve worked hard. Don’t kid yourself.”
> Other

>>2875784
> Other
"Only one way to find out."

>>2875784
>“We deserve this. We’ve worked hard. Don’t kid yourself.”

>>2875784
>“We deserve this. We’ve worked hard. Don’t kid yourself.”

We may not have a solid process with years of experience, but we lack the bad habits that tradition creates.

We adapt and progress.

>>2875784
> “Maybe it is. But we’re here. That’s what matters.”

> “We deserve this. We’ve worked hard. Don’t kid yourself.”

“We deserve this, Iris. We’ve worked hard. So don’t kid yourself. We’ve done enough to get ourselves here and we should be able to have a chance just like everyone else.”

Iris takes a few seconds to think on this, then she nods. “Alright then. I see your point.” She takes a sip of tea, sighing deeply. “I will say, it will be disappointing if we don’t at least make it to the finals. Even more so if we get knocked out during them. To think that we would get so far and have victory be in our grasp, and then have it be swindled from us.”

“Iris, trust me.” She looks at you again, questioning look on her face. “If they beat us. They deserve the win. Because we sure as hell won’t make it easy on them.”

“Of course.” She nods. “Terribly sorry to bore you with my insecurities, Elodie.” You shake your head. No apologies is necessary, honestly. If anything, it’s good for Iris to open up. She needs to do that more with everyone. Regardless, she does have a point that you can see. Teams like Sherbrooke, Mariano da Silva Rondon, Camp Gagetown, George Washington, they all deserve a shot at the finals in your opinion. But they likely won‘t for a very long time.

But you assure yourself this one thing as you and Iris walk out of the tent.

You won’t be seeing LGA win the NATO finals from the grandstands as an adult. You’ll be seeing LGA win the NATO finals from the turret of your tank.

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We're done for this weekend. Hope you all enjoyed because next time we run, it's LGA versus J. Walter Christie. Two teams enter, one team leaves.

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>>2875992
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you then.

>>2875992
Thanks for the fun, boss.

A pleasure as always boss