Anarchy From The UK!

By Jangocommando27

Chapter 1: Here comes the thunder

St. Gloriana Women's academy School Ship
Tankery Team Clubhouse
07:26

The women of St. Gloriana Women's Academy could be described in a handful of words: Chivalrous, Well mannered, and for the most part refined. They were known as one of the main big school ships in the Japanese school ship fleet. Their tankery team was also well known, under the command of the prestigious commander Darjeeling they had competed in many tournaments and done well on each occasion, and had earned the respect of their opponents.

In the large Tankery clubhouse, which reminisced of an English country Farmhouse, Darjeeling sat in her office. As the tankery team's commander, she had her own office in which she regularly drank tea while overseeing admin for the team as well as using it as a sort of personal functions room. She was in the process of reviewing some pre-season admin for the team when she came across a notice that had come across her desk during the summer holidays. The memo gave her mixed feelings and she was grateful when the knock on the door signalled the arrival of some company.

"Come in." She said, looking up from the paper work toward the large polished oak doors to her office. Through the doors came a most welcome sight. Orange Pekoe was well known to be Darjeeling's bestfriend/ batsman since the pair had met. Darjeeling smiled at the sight of her short ginger companion.

"Pull up a chair my dear Pekoe." Invited Darjeeling, motioning to one of the wooden chairs opposite her desk. "Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"Certainly." Replied Orange. She sat down in the afore mentioned chair and gladly accepted a china cup of fresh tea. "So how goes the paperwork?"

"Slow." Replied Darjeeling in a town of dread. "But all appears to be in order for the start of the tournament. With the exception of one loose end. Are you familiar with Tankery in Britian?"

"Vaguely." Replied Orange, pausing to take a sip of her tea, "Their federation is organized as part of their military is it not?"

"I believe it is." Replied Darjeeling, "And they are sending us 4 of their cadets as part of the international tankery exchange program."

"Really?"

"Yes." Replied Darjeeling, "They are arriving with their tank tomorrow morning, and will be joining us in the tournament this season."

"Do we know what type of tank they are bringing?" asked Pekoe.

"Alas no." Replied Darjeeling, "All that we've been told is that it's British, period correct and tournament legal. But it's the crew I'm most concerned about."

"How so?"

"Take a look." Darjeeling passed a large brown file over the desk to Orange, who out down her tea cup to accept the file. Inside were 4 profiles with images of the 4 students coming to St. Gloriana. The most shocking thing was that they were all male. As Orange read, Darjeeling gave her a quick summary,

"Aside from being men." Summarized Darjeeling, "They appear to be a somewhat roundy bunch and none are exactly what one would call gentlemen."

"Well maybe that's why they're sending them to us." Suggested Orange, looking up at her old friend. "To learn some etiquette from us."

"Perhaps you're right." Replied Darjeeling, still unsure of what to make of the men coming to her School.

St. Gloriana airfield
08:57

The following morning Darjeeling, Assam and Orange, as well as several faculty members, were gathered at St. Gloriana's airport to greet the new arrivals to the School. Darjeeling had spent the day studying the profiles of the 5 boys who were coming to join her team. She pulled up the files again for her to revise while she waited. The first was accompanied by a picture of a handsome male with pale skin, green eyes and short black hair. His profile read:

Name: James Hunter

Age: 18

Rank: Sergeant

Height: 6'1

Weight: 178 lbs

Hometown / city: London

Position: Commander/radio operator

Additional military qualifications: Phase 2 training Royal Armoured Corps, Phase 2 training Parachute Regiment, Completed Weapons Specialist advisor Small Arms School

Commandant's: Comments: Sgt Hunter has proved himself an able battlefield commander on many occasions and frequently volunteers for extra duties if he is able. He is liked by both Adult Staff, fellow NCOs and other cadets. He would be well suited for additional roles beyond that of crew commander.

Attached to each of the files was an academic profile that detailed their grades and a teacher evaluation. Darjeeling had a good feeling about the commander, his file portrayed him as a hard worker and an vigilant commander. The next file's attached picture portrayed a shorter male with blue eyes, tidy blond hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken on some point or another.

Name: Jay Ackner

Age: 17

Rank: Corporal

Height: 5'11

Weight: 162 lbs

Hometown / city: York

Position: Gunner / 2IC

Additional competed military courses: Phase 2 training Royal Armoured Corps, Royal Marines Sniper Training

Commandant's comments: Cpl Ackner is one of the team's best gunners and has proven to be an adept leader and cadets. The only thing holding him back from further promotion is his tendency to get into fights with other students.

Upon reading further into his profile, Darjeeling was slightly concerned about the mentioned fights that he got his skills as a sniper were beyond question, with a accuracy rating of 98% at 2000 meters. Darjeeling was further impressed by the boys gift for the musical arts. Indeed his report showed such skill as to mention that he was a grade 7 Guitarist. The Next profile's picture was of a large teenager with more defined musculature than the others in his crew. He had slightly tanned skin with blue eyes and black hair, cut short to almost bald.

Name: John Strongbow

Age: 17

Rank: Corporal

Height: 6'3

Weight: 190lbs

Hometown / city: Liverpool

Position: Loader / ATO

Additional competed military courses: Phase 2 training Royal Armoured Corps, Officer Royal Logistic Corps Ammunition Technical Officers (ATO) course

Commandant's comments: despite being new to Tankery and the Cadet Force, L/Cpl Strongbow has proven himself to be a resilient and favoured NCO by the cadets under his command. While he has the physical strength to beat most cadets in physical competition, he regularly sacrifices his own success to assist those who struggle in physical activities.

Darjeeling was unsure what to make of Corporal Strongbow. While he was physically strong, (something which she had learnt from Pekoe was universal among loaders) he had a very much rough and ready feel to him and his medical report mentioned multiple scars on his body from fights he'd been in. The final Profile was accompanied by a picture of a younger looking version of James, albeit with messier hair and a mischievous grin.

Name: Christopher Hunter

Age: 15

Rank: Lance Corporal

Height: 5'4

Weight: 131 lbs

Hometown / city: London

Position: Driver / mechanic

Additional competed military courses: Phase 2 training Royal Armoured Corps, Phase 2 Royal electrical and Mechanical Engineers training

Christopher surprised Darjeeling the most. Aside from being the youngest and smallest of the crew, he was the one with the highest IQ and grades. So much so in fact that he had been bumped up to freshmen year. His file also noted that he was mechanically gifted and had a passion for robotics and gadgets, something shared by his elder brother James. Darjeeling reclaimed her tea from the cup holder of her Pink Panther and took a sip before returning it to its holder.

She, Orange Pekoe and Assam had brought St. Gloriana's pink Panther rather than their Churchill due to its need for a complete overhaul after a friendly against Saunders. During which they unveiled their new secret weapons: A platoon of 4 new T29 Heavy tanks, backed up by a pair of T-95s and a slew of M26 Pershing tanks and other tanks. After the battle, in which all of St. Gloriana's Matilda's, Crusaders and her Churchill had been decimated, Darjeeling had spoken with Kay. She revealing that their new tanks had been purchased as a deterrent for Kuromorimine's heavy tank force. With the last of it having been delivered, Kay decided it was time to unveil the new tank force, and to give the crews some practice against a thinking opponent in a proper battle.

Darjeeling permitted herself an unlady like scoff at that thought. 'Battle' was glorifying it in the highest sense of the word, it had been closer to a turkey shoot with St. Gloriana's tanks being the fowl. It had been a growing theme throughout the major tankery school ships presently, One could almost say the school had entered a sort of Tankery Arms Race, grabbing be best of what their nations produced within the allowed period. Personally Darjeeling was against this new form of tankery, as it took all of the skill and sportsmanship out of Tankery, instead of using tactics to get out of tight spots, it was now a case of the school with the biggest tanks wins.

And sadly for the British, there wasn't much they built during the time frame that could repel fire of the magnitude that they'd faced at Saunders. Short of an A39 Tortoise or a Mk 1 Centurion, there was little they could do against them. Especially as their most numerous tank, the Matilda II, only had a 2 pounder gun. Despite her feelings, Darjeeling had put in a request with the faculty for more funding, and bigger tanks, but she doubted they'd get it, despite a convincing argument.

Darjeeling dismounted the Land Rover and went to speak with the headmistress, Lady Grey. Lady Grey was the exulted headmistress of St. Gloriana and had been for nearly 20 years. She was respected and unlike her counterpart Shiho Nishizumi, seen as approachable by her students. She was a tall and aging woman, with long greying black hair and a kind wrinkled face.

"Lady Grey-Sensei" greeted Darjeeling respectfully. Lady grey looked at Darjeeling with affection similar to that of a mother to her child.

"Darjeeling-chan." Replied Lady Grey equally as respectfully."I have been meaning to talk to you, concerning your request for new tanks."

"And I too have been meaning to talk to you about it." Replied Darjeeling, her tone becoming somewhat dreadful, "I've had a report from the mechanics. 3 of our tanks have been written off."

"Why?" asked Lady Grey, surprised at the development.

"2 of our Crusaders and a Matilda took hits from 105mm rounds." Explained Darjeeling, "Due to their thin armour coating and aging Carbon shell, it was lucky that the shells didn't go straight through. The carbon shells stopped the rounds, but were shattered and damaged beyond repair."

"I didn't know it was that bad." Replied lady Grey, shocked at the news."

"There are another reason we should invest in new tanks." Said Darjeeling, "Up until about 7 years ago, our tanks were competitive with the other schools for the championship. Back then we were facing BT-7's and Panzer III's, but now were facing T-34's and Panthers, we've got nothing that match that kind of armour or firepower. Furthermore some of our tanks are over 20 years old, they are becoming increasingly expensive to maintain run. Coupled with the safety problems and I think we agree that we need new tanks."

"I tend to agree." Said Lady Grey, "If our tanks are no longer safe to operate, we need to replace them. I will clear things with the governors and get you the funding, but I doubt it will be enough for a whole new team."

"We can probably make some more funding from selling off some of the tanks at the Tankery show." Suggested Darjeeling.

"As well as probably get some new armour as well." Finished Lady Grey, seeing where Darjeeling was going with her suggestion. "Speaking of which I do wish these new transfer students would hurry up, they're running late... and were almost out of tea."

RAF C-17 Globemaster III
on decent to St. Gloriana School ship

09:02

Sergeant James Hunter double checked that his gear was secure on the tank's cargo rack. The tan was a Centurion MK1 that he and his crew had been issued with for the duration of their exchange to St. Gloriana. Satisfied that his and his crew's kit was secured, he jumped down from the tank's engine deck and rejoined his crew. As a crew they'd only been together a few weeks, but they'd been together as friends for years. The boys were in the midst of a debate on a sensitive topic... which was better, Manchester United or Liverpool. Fortunately before he could wade into the argument the intercom resonated through the cargo bay.

"Cadets. Were 5 Mikes out from drop point. Get prepped."

"You heard the man boys!" shouted James with enthusiasm, "Mount up, buckle up and Button up!" The cadets cease their topical debate and climbed onto and into the tank. James was the last one in through the commanders hatch, dropping into the cupola and sealing the hatch behind him. The inside of the turret was cramped, dominated by the breech of the 17 pounder gun. The rest of the turret was filled with stowage bins, optics and other fighting equipment. James slipped on his headset and turned on the Tank's intercom.

"All stations com check." He ordered, buckling himself into his seat, and tightening the straps to the point they were almost uncomfortable. Each of the crew replied from their stations ready and a status update. Satisfied that his crew were ready, James switched the radio from intercom to radio so he could communicate with the pilots.

"Viking 1-1, this is Warhammer. We are buttoned up, buckled up and ready for deployment over." There was a moment of static before the pilot responded over the radio.

"Roger Warhammer. We're commencing our final approach for deployment. T-minus 4 mikes. Lowering the ramp. Over."

James watched through his forward vision blocks as the cavernous cargo bay door lowered, to reveal open ocean. The Globemaster had slowed right down to barely above stall speed and was at less than 500 feet, with the large form of a cityscape and water passing below them. James switched back to the intercom.

"Anyone done anything like this before?" he asked with a humor filled voice.

"Similar." Replied Chris from the driver's seat. "Camp last year they helicoptered my Scorpion in under a Chinook, with me inside it." James laughed, imagining the sight of his Brother's tank hanging from under a helo.

"Bet you loved that." Jested John, knowing full well how their driver hated flying. The whole crew laughed before the James saw a red light fill the cargo bay. "Alright red light. Standby. John, hit the tunes." John turned and hit the sound system, a custom request that James had installed in his tank. The sound of ACDC's Highway to hell filled the fighting compartment. As the crew began to rock, the red light was replaced with green, the tank released and on its way to Japan.

St. Gloriana School Ship 'HMS Ark Royal' Airfield
09:05

The conversations of the staff and pupils were interrupted by the sound of approaching jet engines. The assembled school members looked up to see a large grey military transport descending towards the runway. It hung in the air about 10 feet above the runway, before something was dropped out of the back. The staff and students watched in speechless shock as a single dark green tank careened down the runway on a type of metal tray, before coming to a halt in a shower of sparks and the sound of screaming metal.

"Oh my," Breathed Darjeeling with concern for the tank's occupants. Lady Grey however just chuckled,

"Well they know how to make an entrance." She quipped.

When the centurion came to its resting place after the air drop, James unclipped his restraining harness, allowed him to move around the fighting compartment.

"Status?" he called out.

"I'm good." Said John,

"Same." Uttered Jay.

"Fantastic." Said Christopher. "Can we do it again?" he added sarcastically. The fighting compartment filled with laughter, it was small wonder that they were considered some of the most insane members of the team back home.

"Alright. Start her up." James ordered . He scanned around through his cupola's vision blocks and spotted a large group of people. He assumed they were the people they'd been briefed that would be waiting for them judging by the SAS style Pink Panther. Behind him the 600 horse power Rolls Royce Meteor engine roared into life, filling the tank with god splitting thunder.

"Alright. Head over to that group of people with the Pink Panther." Ordered James. The tank shifted from neutral and into first, releasing itself from the tray which it had ridden in on. The tank lurched forward before settling into a gentle, if short cruise up to the group. When they got close enough, James gave the order to power down and dismount.

"Lets go meet the natives."

Darjeeling watched with calm anticipation as the tank that had crashed on the runway approached. On closer inspection, she identified it as a Centurion Mk 1, a considerable improvement over their current tank fleet. The British tank stopped nearby as his massive engine cut out. Its hatches opened and the crew climbed out. Darjeeling knew their faces and names from their profiles, but together they were an imposing sight.

They were all dressed in matching black coveralls, berets and boots. The only distinguishing thing on their uniforms was a white name tag above the left breast pocket, as well as a coat of arms on the left sleeve of their coveralls and rank slides on the other. They climbed down from the tank in silence before forming up in a line in front of their tank. The leader, who Darjeeling recognized as James stepped forward and said in fragmented Japanese,

"Good morning Ma'am. I am James Hunter from Collis Highlander Academy. Reporting as instructed." Lady Grey smiled at his formality and replied in perfect English.

"Welcome Mr. Hunter. To all of you. I hope you will enjoy your time here at St. Gloriana. This is the commander of the tankery team, Darjeeling." Darjeeling came forward, presenting herself to be as Ladylike as she could. While her English was not quite as well spoken as Lady Grey's, she was more that fluent.

"A pleasure to meet you." She said, bowing to the new students. Jay, John and Chris all shared a glance and the subtlest of chuckles. While he was unsure if Darjeeling and Lady Grey heard them, James did, and made a mental note to get them back later. He bowed back respectfully.

"I look forward to working with you." James replied. One of the faculty came forward with a series of 4 folders and gave one to each of the Boys. Lady grey explained,

"Inside you'll find your class timetable, accommodation address and a map of the ship. We'll get your tank to the tankery garage and then I wish to have a word with Mr. Hunter alone. The rest of you are free to go after that. Class starts tomorrow at 08:30. If you'll excuse me." Lady grey said something to Darjeeling in Japanese before turning to leave with the staff. Darjeeling nodded before turning back to the waiting tank crew.

"I'll lead you back to the Tankery sheds. Follow me." She said, before climbing into the Pink Panther. James hesitated for a moment, catching sight of Darjeeling's black tights and short skirt. He thought he'd gotten away with it before John called out,

"Got your eyes on the prize there Sarge?" James immediately spun round and clipped the Loader on the side of the head.

"Ow!"

"Get to your bloody stations, all of you!" James growled, "Were moving out!"

"Just because he's caught eyeing a bit of tail..." commented John as he started climbing the tank.

"Don't make me repeat myself Corporal, Move!"

With a mixture of muttered comments and stifled laughs, the crew mounted up. James was the last one and let out a humoured sigh. John was the member of the crew who would crack an inappropriate joke and bring a smile to everyone's face. James strode over to his waiting tank and started climbing, he swung his legs over the lip of the cupola and dropped into the turret basket. As soon as he was seated he put on his headset and switched on the intercom, and issued orders to follow Darjeeling.

The 600 horsepower engine roared into life and the 2 British vehicles headed out.

A few minutes later the 2 vehicle convoy was rolling down the streets of the Ark Royal. The streets were typical suburbia, with slight reminders of Britian here and there. They soon left the suburbia and moved into a more commercial area. James and the crew were surprised to see a number of British stores in the street.

"Ah sweet, They've got a Nando's!" cried Jay in happiness upon sighting his favorite restaurant .

"They better have a Tesco's or I'm going home." Declared John, "Love me meal deals."

"Benefits street!" the rest of the crew chorused happily. Since they came together the crew had made jokes together, ate together, drank together and occasion, slept in the same pile together (usually passed out after a few rounds of the hard stuff.). They were brothers in every sense but by blood, and even that applied to James and Chris.

The tank cruised down the urban streets, keeping close to the Pink land rover that they were following. The commercial area soon merged into what was plainly an educational area of the ship. The area was filled with modern multi story blocks which practically screamed university housing, as they got father down the road, they passed what looked like a large English country house, not dissimilar to the National Trust houses that James and Chris had been dragged around by their mum.

'Must be the main school building' thought James. The convoy continued down the road for a while before turning off the main road down into a country lane. The country lane was flaked on each side with low fences separating out fields on either side. In the distance was what appeared to be a farm, upon their entry however they found it to be the tankery club's staging area. The yard consisted of a cobblestone yard with a hanger and old farm house. The yard was populated by female students, all wearing a military style red jacket and black skirt, all of whom were surprised at the appearance of an unknown tank with a boy in the commanders hatch.

Darjeeling pulled the pink Panther over and Chris stopped the tank, allowing James to jump down to talk to Darjeeling. James pulled himself free from the tank and leapt down to the cobbled ground. He Darjeeling walked up to him and explained.

"Welcome to the Tankery team's base." She said, gesturing around her at the surrounding farm. "We practice with and store our tanks here, as well as hold meetings in the club house."

"Nice place." Commented James, catching a few of the passing girls eyeing him up. Darjeeling tracked his distracted gaze and caught its source. She shot a death glare at the 2 girls who promptly continued about their business, before returning her attention to James.

"We keep the tanks in the garage." Said Darjeeling, pointing to the afore mentioned building. "Your space is down the far end on the left. Put your tank away and then meet me in the clubhouse." She then bowed slightly before walking off towards the club house. James caught himself staring at her for a second before the sound of snickering caused him to snap back to reality.

"Jay! John! Get back in that fucking turret now!" he shouted before turning back toward his tank. The 2 miscreants dropped into the turret, laughing all the while. James climbed in before telling Chris to drive the tank into the garage. The garage was effectively a large shed with a door at either end and berths on either side for tanks. Within each of the berths was a tank, although James was surprised, Matilda II's or MK3 Crusaders would not be James' first choice of battlewagon when going up against Panthers, T-34's or Sherman's. At the end the was a free berth, opposite a Churchill Mk VII that was undergoing repairs. They backed the tank in, powered down and dismounted.

"Right then you sorry cock wombles." Announced James, "I've got a meeting to go too. So go find our digs for the foreseeable."

"You're just happy coz you're going to get some quality time with that hot blonde." Quipped Jay. John and Chris both emitted scandalous sounds of agreement. James just turned and looked at them

"You're right I am." replied James in a 'matter of fact' tone. "Because that means that I will not be available to help you lot check that the suspension system was not damaged in the airdrop. Have fun." The 3 cadets groaned in despair at having walked into such an obvious trap. James walked off toward the farmhouse smirking.

The farmhouse was a beautiful old stone building with beautiful internal timber work. In the front hall there was a reception desk with a receptionist inside. As James walked through the door the receptionist looked up and surveyed the gentleman standing in the doorway with several bags of kit on his person.

"You must be the gentleman Lady Grey and Darjeeling are waiting for." Said the receptionist rather indigently, "Leave your kit here. Upstairs first door on the right." James didn't care much for her attitude but did as he was instructed, abandoning his bags at the reception desk and removing his black beret out of respect. He went up the oak stairs, admiring the paintings of, people he assumed to be past students or faculty, on the wall. He arrived at the door to which he'd been directed and knocked.

"Come in." Said a voice from within. James opened the door and stepped inside. The room was beautifully decorated with polished oak paneling and a matching oak desk in the middle of the room. Sitting behind the desk was Lady Grey with Darjeeling standing behind her chair against the wall.

"Sergeant Hunter." She greeted, she motioned to one of the chairs in front of the desk "have a seat." James sat down, With a hunch on what was to come. "James, I called you here because I want to talk to you about some things regarding your stay here at St. Gloriana. The first thing being somewhat of an elephant in the room, relations with the girls. I am sure it hadn't escaped your notice that we are a girl's high school, making you and you're boys, the only male students on a ship of over 50,000 adolescent female students."

"It had not escaped our notice Ma'am." Replied James, "and I dare say you are about to list the consequences of improper interaction with any of afore mentioned ladies."

"Quite so." Replied Lady Grey. "Now I accept that teenage boys and girls will be teenage boys and girls. But, If I get any word of any of my girls upset or otherwise harmed through any improper activities, I will have all of your boys on the first flight back to Britian. Am I clear?"

"Crystal Ma'am." Replied James, "Although I doubt that it'll be an issue. We've all come too far to blow it on a stupid screw up. Pun not intended, but I'll pass the work onto the lads."

"The only other thing I've got is an reminder that the rest of your belongings will be arriving in a few days along with some of your cadet associated equipment. But other than that I don't have anything to talk about regarding your stay at the moment. Your student packs have everything else that you may need. So I'll hand you over to Darjeeling for the tankery brief." Said Lady Grey. "Good day." She then got up and left, leaving the paperwork for James. The teenagers stood up in respect before sitting back down when she'd left.

"Right then." Said Darjeeling, "First things first... cup of tea?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Replied James. "Milk no sugar please." Darjeeling sent out a text on her phone and then said

"Right. So I gather tankery is rather different in the UK than here in Japan."

"I've noticed." Replied James, "Other than the obvious gender differences, what's the maximum year your aloud to field tanks up to?"

"1945, why what's it in the UK?"

"1980." Replied James, "it varies on year group, but years 11-13 get up to 1980."

"So your centurion isn't your normal tank?"

"Nope. Normally I'm in a Chieftain Mk 5. Chris is in a scorpion, Jay's in another Chieftain and John's in a Conqueror."

"So you're not all from the same crew and you're not used to your centurion yet." Summarized Darjeeling, slightly surprised at the revelation.

"No." Replied James, "We were the crew together in that centurion for years before we got to year 11." Darjeeling was about to reply when a short girl with orange hair entered the room with a tea service on a silver tray.

"Thank you Orange." Said Darjeeling upon receiving her tea before introducing her batsman, "James this is Orange Pekoe, my loader."

"A pleasure." Replied James, before taking a taste of the presented tea. "Delicious tea."

The rest of the conversation took a few hours and mainly touched upon the topics of command and integration into the team. The commanders agreed that a testing of James and his crew should be of immanent priority. Following that they would make and decisions on how best to integrate the boys into the team. By the time James left the briefing it was mid-afternoon, at which point he set off in search of his digs and the rest of his boys.

Student accommodation block 'York'
St. Gloriana School Ship 'HMS Ark Royal'
15:23

After wandering around his ship aimlessly for a couple of hours exploring and following the map he'd been given to his digs, James found himself outside a modern red brick apartment block. It reminded James of the student accommodation he'd seen at universities he'd been around. He walked through the front door and found himself in a reception area. The receptionist took one look at him and directed him through a set of doors, leading to the entrance to his dorm's area.

The dorm area was a corridor with 8 doors leading off. 6 of the doors were rooms, one kitchen and finally a utilities cupboard. James followed the sounds of happy banter to the kitchen to find his boys and 2 girls in the midst of a no doubt grandiose tale being told by John. One of the girls was tall with tanned skin, dark hair in a pony tail and blue eyes with a kind, if intimidating freckled face. The other was shorter with a much paler completion. Her long blond hair and blue eyes gave her an almost angelic look to her. Both were listening intently to John,

"And then," regaled John, "we were pinned down by enemy fire. I see a machine gun about 5 meters from the trench. So I jumped out... dived for the gun. Grabbed it and then..."

"Get Shot in the ass with a simunition round and shit yourself." Interrupted James with a chuckle. Everyone burst out laughing as John shot James a 'What the fuck?!' look.

"Boss" said Jay, "This is Kotoka Sakuma, and Yoko Ooyama. They've got the other 2 rooms in the corridor. Ladies this is James Hunter, our boss and team commander."

"Pleasure." Said James, bowing to the girls. "Sorry you drew the short straw bunking with us for the year."

"It's ok." Replied Kotoka in perfect English with an knowing smile, "We got it because we each have a unique quality."

"Yeah?" asked Jay, "What's that?"

"We're lesbians." Replied Yoko simply. The lads exchanged a glance before shrugging off a fair enough and turning to James.

"So boss." Asked John, "how'd the meeting with the boss lady go?"

"Well Boys I have good news and bad news." Began James. "First, were not being cock blocked for the year." A triumphant cheer went up from the lads.

"Hold on! The Bad news is that if any of the girls get upset or otherwise hurt, were off back home before we can say bugger. Other than that we're getting a delivery of personal belongings, and cadet stuff including firearms, ammo and field kit.

"What broomsticks we getting?" asked Chris, asking what they were all thinking. James pulled out the inventory and recited its contents.

"4 Glock 17s, 4 L98s, 2 L115A3s, 2 L129A1's, an L74 shotgun and Whoa... an AS50?! What did you do to get that Jay?"

"Let's just say when you roll with the Royal Marines, you pick up a few things." Replied Jay in a self centered smug way.

"Right." Declared John, "First order of business when we get a range is you are giving us the weapon handling test on that thing!"

"Sure thing mate." Replied James, "Also I along with our kit, I requisitioned a Land Rover for us to use while we're out here. Strictly for business boys, no joy riding. It'll all be here next week." James then put the inventory down and pulled up a perch.

"So then. You were talking about past matches right? Want to hear about what happened to Jay after the finals last year?"

"DON'T BRING THAT UP AGAIN!"

The assembled teenagers hunkered down for a night of banter and tales of glory... and embarrassment, before beginning their year in Japan.

Authors Notes:

Here we go again Ladies, Gentlemen and Otaku's!

After several failed attempts to start works and several memories I'd rather forget I've finally got something I have a good feeling about.

Before I get rage in the reviews I'm going to clarify a few things:

1. I've been a cadet in the UK for the better part of 6 years, I know what kit we get and what courses we can go on. I'm modeling the cadet force on an idealized version. (WHY CAN'T WE HAVE NICE THINGS?! WHY?)

2. Were talking about a universe where adolescent teenagers roll around in tanks shooting each other while on top of giant aircraft carriers, I think the artistic licence can stretch. (and before you bring up Armour and safety... remember them machine guns on the tanks, don't recall participants wearing Armour when they were being used...)

3. This story is going to be focusing a bit more on the social side of school life (Primarily as it will be my depiction of what happens when the girls of St. Gloriana find out the hard way, what Adolescent Brits are really like. Battles will still be present and Epic (or as epic as I can write them) but almost secondary in some parts.

Beyond that I've got nothing more.

Dedicated work beyond just having a write in between exam revision will commence sometime after the 17th (last exam), any suggestions PM me.

Till next time... :)