Chapter 1

It was a beautiful sunny morning in a world where there's constant tank battles in every province. These tank battles were not for territorial disputes, religious concerns or even political gain. These battles were for pleasure as the crew of every tank just enjoy what they do.

In particular, in a platoon of three consisting of a Tiger I, T29 and an IS, where 16 men (5 for both Soviet and German while 6 for the American) that had become close friends in the past year. They met in a random battle while they were in their Tier VI tanks supporting each other for a hard-won victory. They would never forget this experience and soon, they are inseparable as they continue to go together in every battle they go.

Today, there were just relaxing since it was Sunday, a day there were almost no tank battles. They moved towards a secret location they have known a few months ago as a perfect training area and also as a relaxation spot.

"Nice weather were having, Michael." Said the commander of the T29. The one he addressed was sporting a smile in his face, supporting his claim.

"Ja, and of course, we could simply just relax with no care to the world." He said as he went to a sleeping position on his tank. The T29 commander just chuckled. He then turned his head to the IS commander, who was downing a bottle of vodka.

"Enjoying the booze, comrade?" He asked in a fake Russian accent. The Russian commander turned his head to address him.

"Da, and it's still the best!" He exclaimed as he continues drinking the alcoholic beverage. The T29 commander just shook his in amusement as he now turned his attention to their crew members, who were busy doing something in the fields ahead of them. Some were playing cards, while others were playing chess. The others were singing their local songs and the rest were just telling stories.

'This day is just perfect.' He thought to himself as he close his eyes for a peaceful rest. However, this seemingly normal day took a very interesting turn. A flash of light seemingly broke their day, and all of them stop what they are doing. The commanders look at each other and silently decided to search where it come from. They whistled their crew members and all of them scrambled back to their respective tanks.

"This is Vasily, IS commander. Ready for battle." The Russian man said when all of his crew where in their posts.

"This is Michael, Tiger commander. Ready to go." Responded the German.

"This is Alexander, T29 commander. Let's roll." Responded the American as the three tanks set off to find the source. The IS went off to the right, while the German tank went to the left, and the T29 went forward in a straight line. They hope that they could have a wider spread in order to find it. The search is on.

-American Side-

The T29 was in a slow but steady pace, its turret turning slightly to the left and right while the crew wherein full lookout mode. The commander, 2nd Lt. Alexander Wiscon, had a pair of binoculars with him to have a full 360 degree view to spot any signs of the light's whereabouts. When he miss something, two of his crew were also in the lookout to see the missing spot that their commander missed. It's the driver, Col. Stephen Hughes, and the gunner, Col. Carl Woodsworth that are this two people.

"No sign commander." The gunner said as he carefully turns the turret to the left and right.

"Keep looking, Stephen. It might be here somewhere." Alexander responded.

"This random event is in the day wherein we relax! I swear, sometimes events like this kill the mood." Exclaimed their radio operator, Lt. Peter Vallen.

"Oh cheer up Peter. At least the 'mood-killer' is something exciting, right?" asked their loader, Sgt. Lance Jackson. His brother and also their second loader, Sgt. Marx Jackson, also supports this claim by giving it a thumbs up.

"I guess you're right." The radio operator replied back.

Alexander was outside of the commander's hatch when he spots something. A crater, small enough for a Luchs to fit in, was just ahead of them. Sensing this was the source of the mysterious light, he ordered his driver to stop.

"Hey Peter, can you radio the other two to come in our direction?" He asked. An immediate 'affirmative' was heard, and the crew of the T29 waited for the others to come here.

-Minutes Later-

The IS and Tiger did arrive moments later when they receive the radio call. Once the platoon was assembled, they began immediately. A no-entry perimeter was established as the three tanks became the posts while the crew members where in shifts. Meanwhile, the commanders went to the hole.

"What kind of machine will make this hole?" Vasily asked the other two.

"We do not know, but we should find our answers here." Alexander replied as they continued searching. Michael was silent of the whole conversation when he spotted something at the corner of his eye. He went there, and soon enough he could see a face sticking out.

"Hey guys, look what I found!" His call got into the ears of both Vasily and Alexander, and the two rushed towards his side.

"What did you find Michael?" Alexander, and instead of a verbal response, the German commander just pointed at the face, in which the two commanders noted immediately the face sticking out. Upon closer inspection, the face was of a teenage girl. They called out their crew members to dig the girl out.

"Is she dead?" Vasily asked. Alexander put a finger at the side of her neck, and could feel her breathing normally.

"No, she's still alive." The American commander said.

"What is a girl doing out here?" Peter asked.

"Is she the source of the light?" Vladimir, the radio operator of the IS Heavy Tank, asked. The question permitted a moment of silence as all who are present asked themselves the same question: is she?

"We could ask questions later comrade. For now, let's get this girl checked in a hospital to treat some wounds." Voromir, the gunner of the Russian crew, said. All who are present agreed and went to their respected tanks and drives off towards the nearest hospital.

How did they find her?! Is it by luck, or some kind of tracking device? No matter. What is important to her right now is run as fast as her legs could carry her. Where she was going doesn't matter. What matters is she could get the hell out of here.

"I found you~." Her head snapped at the voice and come face to face with her mother, gleaming with psychotic malice. She screamed and tries to back off, but then, robot arms suddenly grabbed her out of nowhere and just hanged her in God knows where.

Giggles and laughter were everywhere as they spectate on what about to happen. She struggled to get free, but the arms held strong. Her sister was near the switch, and she tries to tell her not to do it, but as if it fell on deaf ears.

Her sister flipped the switch and her body shook as a powerful electric current went through. Screams of agony permits the air, but nobody had a drop of sympathy towards her as they leave the area, abandoning her in her tortured fate.

The three commanders cast worried glances at the girl as she shook her head in a frantic state on her assigned hospital bed. It began with whimpers and then this happened.

"Poor girl. She must have been going through a nightmare." Said Alexander.

"What kind of nightmare?" Vasily asked.

"Perhaps that kind of nightmare wherein she is reminded off." Replied Michael. A sudden gasp of air broke their little conversation, and three of them focused their attention to the girl. The girl was awake, but her head was focused down, her eyes shaking. The three of them look at each other and silently agreeing on something.

The American commander was the first to go to the girl as she struggled to control her breathing.

"Hey, are you alright?" His question got the girl's attention, and she quickly scrambles to go to the nearest corner of the room. It startled Alexander, but he got to the girl who has fear evident in her eyes.

"Hey, don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you." To prove his point, he grabbed a bar of chocolate from his pocket and hands it to the girl. The girl seems hesitant at first, but she got the candy and started eating it bite by bite. Alexander's face broke with a smile.

"W-who are you?" the girl asked timidly as she finished the chocolate.

"I'm Alexander, and this are my friends Michael and Vasily." He replied, gesturing first to himself and then at the two, who were smiling and waving at her.

"So then little miss, who are you?" Alexander then asked the girl, who was a bit skeptical off the mysterious men with her. But since they were friendly, she gathered up her courage to speak.

"I-I'm Miho Nishizumi."

A/N: Must admit, I was struggling with this one since I have to weigh my options on what was the story going to go. But at least I didn't have to erase the entire thing just to weigh it. Anyways, enjoy this Girls und Panzer/World of Tanks crossover with a sprinkle of realism in it.

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