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Girls Und Panzer
The Start of Something Beautiful (Maybe...)
Koala Forest Academy... Humble and yet proud... small and yet expansive... inexperienced and yet capable. All of these things would generally serve to create a school (and, by extension, a Tankery team) whose reach far exceeds its grasp. To some extent, this was true (last year's lost to the Scandinavian tankery team proved that much), but getting knocked down was no reason not to get back up again and have another try, especially for the average passionate and yet simultaneously bewilderingly relaxed Australian.
Frankly, the existing team probably would have had another go even if it hadn't been for all the hoopla surrounding Ōarai's win and the interest and money that flowed in its wake as investors scrambled to make the best out of the idea that even less well-known teams could win at Tankery. Most of them had just been in it purely for the fun of zooming around in the old Sentinels, breathing back life into what should have been destined to become an Australian icon, but whose legacy was sadly cut short before its time. With all the new tanks and, therefore, new blood flowing into the team in light of that newfound investment, would that stance of keeping things fun remain intact? Or would this be the beginning of a paradigm shift? And even with all the new investment, could Koala Forest really pull it off? That, of course, remained to be seen...
Location: Koala Forest Academy Tank Depot
"So, we're finally gonna get to see the new tanks," the taller, tanned girl drawled in her thick Broad accent as she hopped out of the car and gave an almighty stretch. "I dunno' about this whole 'assigning crews that haven't even seen the vehicles for real' stuff..."
"Well some of the tanks came with crews as part of the deal, Missy," the more circumspect looking girl with the glasses reminded her larger companion, adjusting her navy blue jacket as she (along with two other girls) exited the car, the older manager in the driver's seat offering them a wave to start them on their way.
"I like that even less!" Missy laughed. "They're sayin', 'here, here's pre-packaged panzers in a shippin' crate... and here's a wax crew to drive it, steam-pressed fresh from the engine block'!"
Jacqueline Smith just chuckled and rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Melissa Carmichael wasn't nearly as funny as she thought she was, but it was usually better to just smile and play along... not because Missy's feelings would get hurt, but because failing to make you laugh would only prompt her to try and tell another, "even better" joke. She held her tongue, then, and allowed the group the proceed in silence towards the waiting line of garages. Well, mostly silence, anyway. True to form, Polly Kaufman was humming, and very gently bobbing her head from side-to-side in time with some unheard beat. It was just a little bit too quiet to identify the song, but it broke up the tense atmosphere at least. Jacky knew she shouldn't have been nervous really, but it just seemed like meeting a new tank was like meeting a new, very important person... What would they be like?
"So when are the rest gonna rock up?" Missy questioned, breaking the silence after a short while.
"Fifteen minutes," Jacky answered. "We're supposed to get all the garages open before they get here."
"Umm... I'll help," the skittish looking young man with the visible gap between himself and the three girls in the group timidly offered.
"Yep yep, Eddy, you can do the far ones down there," Jacky smiled. "Polly, can you get the ones on the far right?"
Polly just nodded.
"Great... OK... Well, I guess this is the moment of truth. Which should we..."
"I wanna have a look at this one!" Missy suddenly chimed in, having sped off ahead when nobody was looking to behold one garage in particular.
"But that's the... oh no..."
Jacky felt like facepalming. Ever since she'd seen the picture, that tank had been the butt of so many of Missy's jokes that it wasn't even funny. "Looks like a three-story sanger on catta-tracks!" she'd jeered. Just what in the blue-Hell was a 'sanger', anyway!? Letting out an exasperated sigh, Jacky shook her head and resigned herself to fate before slowly trudging her way over to the garage and spinning around the keys on their keyring until she found the right one. With just a simple twist and a tug, light flooded upon the Soviet heavy, revealing its full glory to the world.
And curiously, it looked like Missy was going to cry. But she was snickering too...
"Alright, that... that's just..." she jeered. "Oh, stone the flamin' crows!"
And she collapsed onto her back with a heavy thump, her relentless guffaws no doubt able to be heard for miles around. Alright, it was true that the T-35 wasn't exactly the most attractive tank Koala forest had been given, but this reaction from Missy only served to make Jacky regret her very existence. Eddy stood off to one side looking kind of embarrassed, while Polly just stood there with a seemingly oblivious grin, still humming and rocking her head.
"Yes yes, alright, yuck it up... yuck it up..." Jacky insisted, swinging one hand around to emphasize her point while the other cradled her suddenly throbbing temples. "Let's just get these garages open."
"No worries..." Missy nodded as she rose back to her feet, she giggling. "Flamin' 'ell though... just... look at this thing!"
Thankfully, her mirth didn't prevent her from unlocking garages, and soon no less than twenty panzers were on proud display (some more proud than others as many needed repairs or at least polishing), their metal glinting proudly in the midday sun as they stood ready... ready to face the harshest critics and hardest slavedrivers of them all... the students of an Academy Warship...
"And that's the last Stuart," Jacky said, checking off the 20th tank on a clipboard. "OK, they should be starting to get here any minute... Better line up, guys... You know, greet them and stuff..."
"OK..." Eddy replied quietly.
"No worries," Missy agreed.
Polly just nodded.
All the new vehicles were at the front, and oh what an eclectic mix they were... All manner of vehicles... Light and medium and tank destroyer and heavy... Russian and French and American and German... If the crews were half as diverse as the tanks, they were going to have a bugger of a time getting things organized...
'But probably a whale of a time trying,' Jacky conceded in her mind as she stood at the fringe of the depot to welcome the first arrivals just now appearing as vehicles and specks down at the end of the road, affording the grinning Missy a sideways half-smile that was, quite purposefully, too small for the country girl to notice...