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WoT Chronicles: The Missunderstood Mismatch

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k9catforce #61 Posted Oct 28 2012 - 07:34

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Chapter 20 (20th chapter! WHOOHOO!  :Smile_glasses: )

Boyesen led us to some sort of castle.

The base wasn't in the castle, but under it.

The ramp leading downwards into the base was wide enough, but was a bit too steep.

Our T30 had no problem going down, but our T95 kinda slid down.

After we safely (thank god!) got both tanks down, I alerted Boysen of the woman, who was still in our T30.

She was transferred to the medical bay.

We got a quick tour of the facilities, and we met a few new people:

Jacques Lagarde and Brian Deveraux, who were both french.

I also noticed some guy in steel armor.

He looked strikingly like that guy from my dreams, but I haven't talked to him, and he didn't seem hostile.

My crew seemed to notice him too.

"Have you seen that guy in armor? pssshhh. knight wanabe." the loader stated.

"Well, it should protect against incoming shrapnel, and it hides your identity. pretty cool if you ask me." The gunner replied.

We eventually bumped into Hans and his crew. They were talking in german with the quartermaster, Conrad Thalberg. I was wondering if he was polish too.... As long as we're allies I guess...

There were some woman tankers too.

One was Russian, and named Mila.

There were others, but I was only introduced to her.

This place had everything, a library, a bar, a shooting range...

I decided to stop at the library to read up on tanks, while the rest of the crew decided to go their own ways.

almost all of the books were tank manuals, or tank themed. They had a few classics, like Gone with The Wind, and a few Shakespeare, but anything else was either in a foreign language, or too worn to read.

I pulled out a old book.

Everything was in russian...

Time to try something else....

This one was in english.

I read up about some tanks I haven't seen before. My mind wandered to that paradroped tank in that box.

Flipping through the book, I found a suitable match to what I saw.

It was a British Cruiser tank called the "Crusader".

While I haven't seen British tanks until the box, I had a gut feeling I would be seeing more.

There was a strange german tank design called the "Maus".

Funny how something so large could be named after something so small.

Another was a US tank destroyer based off of the T110e5 chassis.

Actually, there were two. one turreted, and one not.

They were labelled as the T110e3 and T110e4. They had the same frontal armor as Turtle, but went faster.

If we could get our hands on one of those....

Then, a roar over the loudspeakers.

"ATTENTION ALL MEN, TANKS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED AROUND THE BASE. STAY ON HIGH ALERT."


AlphaAndOmega #62 Posted Oct 28 2012 - 17:30

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Interesting description of Yayax Squad's (original) HQ! Very nice!

P.S., "W.G." is not the name of the clan, it's the name of their leader.

k9catforce #63 Posted Nov 02 2012 - 04:54

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new chapter in the works

THE BRITISH ARE COMING! THE BRITISH ARE COMING!

k9catforce #64 Posted Nov 06 2012 - 05:41

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stupid homework..

have to write later

k9catforce #65 Posted Nov 07 2012 - 07:16

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Chapter 21

We scrambled into our T95, as that was the closest tank to us.

We got in line to get on the ramp and get out of the garage.

We didn't have the engine power to climb the ramp... embarrassing....

"Hurry up will ya!?"

"sorry... sorry.."

Then some angry remarks in foreign languages later, Some guy in a Maus pushed us out (I think his name was Jordan or something like that).

Outside, we engaged whoever was surrounding the base.

These were some of the same British Tanks I've seen in that book!

luckily, they weren't of very high tier.

BOOM!

BOOM!

"I've got one!"

"One's down!"

I noticed that these tanks have a very high rate of fire. Lucky for us, They couldn't pen our frontal armor.

Heck... I don't think anything can.

I then spotted a very strange tank... It's turret was mounted at the very BACK of the chassis, not the front or middle.

It was British, but that's all I knew. It's size told me it was a heavy, but it seemed to act more like a medium.

"Gunner, shoot it's tracks!"

"Roger."

It was promptly tracked.

Plink! So our front really is impenetrable.

BOOM!

This tank's armor wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't knocked out yet.

Plink!

Plink!

He really should just give up....

"LOADED!"

"On the way!"

BOOM!

A second shot took him out just fine.

Back at base, we were congratulated on "repealing the tide" and "Defending what's right."

During dinner, the crew asked me about the woman and the suitcase.

I really didn't know what to say... I haven't seen the woman since we got here, and I haven't had time to look over the suitcase, or the weird "Manhattan Project" documents.

Which reminded me, I stashed the files into my pocket.

Perhaps Boyesen would know something about this.

I went to see him.

"Hey Boyesen!"

"Hey.... sorry... I've forgotten your name!"

"Technical Sargent Batvelin. Darcy Batvelin."

"Well, that's umm.. an interesting name... for your.. err... race...." I could tell he was uneasy. A good sign. Not much racism with Boyesen.

I didn't respond.

"I have some papers I need to show you."

I showed him the contents of the suitcase.

His eyes widened, and then he led me to the corner of the room.

"Where did you get these documents?"

"The woman had them."

"Which woman?" Boyesen was getting really worked up by now.

"The one I brought here... the one in the plane crash..."

"These documents went missing around the time europe became this tank battlefield. I need to take these documents."

"Do you know anything about them?"

"I am not allowed to tell you. now go!" He was really forceful on the "now go!" part.

I went back our crew's table.

We had a lot to discuss.

Captholt #66 Posted Nov 08 2012 - 06:15

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great story love the outline and characters, i feel that if I had more time i would want to write a story like this. But college, and my job comes first...

k9catforce #67 Posted Nov 28 2012 - 07:01

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I really don't have time for this...

anyone want to continue it? go ahead!

Captholt #68 Posted Dec 01 2012 - 04:32

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View Postk9catforce, on Nov 28 2012 - 07:01, said:

I really don't have time for this...

anyone want to continue it? go ahead!
challege accepted

Edited by el_championdor, Dec 01 2012 - 04:32.


Captholt #69 Posted Dec 01 2012 - 05:14

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Done with chapter 22
Chapter 22 (El Championdor)
As we pulled up chairs to a table which the loader had picked out, I noticed that the steel man had walked up to us and was intent on telling us some important information. But he just stood right behind me and stared for a long time, which felt like an eternity, I just got up and asked him what he wanted.
He replied: “I just wanted to congratulate you on your first successful battle.”
Now with the awkwardness gone I could talk to him about the girl I had found.
“Hey Steel did you know that girl I brought in?”
“No.”
“Steel do you always reply with one word?”
“No, sometimes I reply with more than one word Mr. Batvelin.”
“Just call me Darcy.”
“Okay Darcy…” “Anyways I saw how you maneuvered out in the battle today and thought you guys could use some practice with the turning on your machine, because if you’re ever cornered in by multiple opponents, you will not have enough time to turn and face them all.”
After this comment he made he went onto talking to the rest of my crew, critiquing their performances, and showing them a trick or to. With this down time I went to go check on the girl I had rescued from the plane.
As I entered the room, I was stopped immediately by a nurse who had obviously been working hard to help the new patient, who needed to be restrained because she insisted that she was ok. I had to do some convincing with the nurse but when I finial entered the room; I could finally hope to figure out who this was.
The doctor told me to take it easy with her due her wild spirit. But I knew better and went in with a mindset to figure out what had happened to her and what machine she was piloting.
As I approached the medical bed I could see her face gained a sense of urgentness and fear. As I was about to begin with my conservation she immediately piped up and put her hand over my mouth.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Mmmhhhmmmmhhmm.”
“What?”
I pulled her hand off of my mouth.
“My name is Darcy Batvelin and I want to know what your name is.”
“My name is…”
Before she could finish her sentence a huge explosion occurred in the motor pool, and I rushed into the area to find out what was going on and how I could stop it.

Edited by el_championdor, Dec 01 2012 - 05:16.





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