AN: Here is another major battle! This one is going to be long! Intense! Exciting! With a bunch of explosions! Whoopee!

13

Operation T.A.N.K.S.

Total Annihilation Never Knows Sacrifice

AN: MORE TANKS! MORE FIGHTS! MORE EPICNESS!

Nevada Desert.

The huge convoy of tanks and armored vehicles, together with ground troops and flying vehicles, marched through the searing heat of the Nevada Desert. Dust was kicked up behind them as they drove through the sands. The lead tank stopped and the commander's hatch opened. He held a six-way radio to his ear.

"Halt!" he said. "All vehicles halt!"

The tanks and armored vehicles stopped in their tracks. The jets landed. The hatches and canopies opened to reveal pilots and gunners. A Private approached Commander Chaw.

"What's going on, Commander?" he asked. "Why did you stop us?" The surrounding soldiers, pilots, and gunners all murmured amongst themselves.

"Silence!" commanded Chaw. The soldiers went silent. Chaw looked among them. He opened his mouth to speak, but a high whistle drowned him out. The bomb exploded before he said anything. The M1A1 Brigand Mk1 MBT tank flew into the air, taking several soldiers with it. Chaw shielded his eyes. "To your battle stations! This is war! This is not a drill anymore! Repeat! To your battle stations!" hollered Chaw. The soldiers all scrambled to their appropriate positions. The tanks, Jeeps, armored cars, trucks, and SPGs (self propelled guns), and jets all shot forward. The Decepticon army met them head on. Tanks met tanks, artillery met artillery, and jets met jets. The Battle for the Nevada Desert had begun.

Chaw shut the hatch to his Brigand Mk1 and took command. He pointed to his main gunner.

"Load that HEAT missile!" he barked.

"Yes, sir!"

The gunner grabbed an APHEATSPGW (armor piercing high explosive anti-tank self propelled guided weapon [I know it's a lot]) missile and heaved it into the loader end of the main cannon. The gunner lined up the sights and fired. The tank rolled back on its treads as the ballistic missile shot out. The stabilizing fins popped out of the driving band of the projectile, propelling it forward even faster. The sabot ring of the missile dropped away, and the weapon bore through the enemy tank. The soldiers inside the tank stared at it while it whistled.

"Holy Mary!"

KA-BOOM! The tank blew up from inside. 3,400 yards away, Chaw grinned in spite of himself. The mushroom cloud rose high into the sky and dissipated. His soldiers whooped in victory. An M160 rolled past them. Suddenly, a large shape thudded in front of it. When the dust cleared, Chaw saw that it was a large robotic creature. The thing was 20 feet tall, green and black, and had red eyes. It grabbed the M60 and spun it around before smashing it into the rocky ground repeatedly. The Decepticon grabbed the end of the barrel of the main cannon and bent it back to face the tank. It fired and everyone inside was toasted. The Decepticon laughed and kicked the tank. It tipped over into its side. Another tank fired, the missile exploding on its back. It growled and swiveled to face the Abrams Mk7. It stomped over to it and grabbed the barrel. It held it upside down and shook it. About six men fell out. They ran screaming. Chaw felt fear tear at him. They were getting their butts kicked. Hard. He cringed when the Decepticon brought the Abrams down on a fleeing soldier. The man flopped off of the tank, literally flattened and bloodied by the impact. Chaw heard one of his be sick. He shuddered. The commander looked out of his viewport to see one of his jets scream by. The plane dropped a bomb that exploded on the enemy robot's head, blasting it to smithereens. A large chunk hit the tank Chaw was in. It was smoking and sparking. Just then, the jet exploded into a ball of burning gasoline and metal. The fuselage smashed into the ground, skidding to a stop in front an SPG. Chaw groaned. Then, he heard a different sound.

"Attack! Protect the men!"

Chaw opened the commander's hatch to see an army of robots advancing. They were Autobots! The largest one stopped next to Chaw and looked down at him. He was red, green, and had a blue streak on his chest and arms. An explosion happened nearby and Chaw saw a Decepticon blown to pieces by one of the Autobots.

"Thanks for arriving," said Chaw. The Autobot nodded.

Los Angeles

Optimus's radio beeped. He touched it.

"Prime here. Report," he said.

"Optimus! Hurry! We can't hold out much longer! The Decepticons-"

Static. Optimus grew worried. He tried to communicate, but was unsuccessful. He finally sighed and lowered his hand. Ironhide shifted. He had heard. So had Sam and Mikaela.

"What is it, Optimus?" asked Sam. He wasn't so sure he even wanted to know. Optimus looked at him. He looked….sad. Now Sam really didn't want to know. But he didn't say so.

"Your human army is being defeated as we speak. If they are to gain victory, we must move very quickly. 'Ride like the wind', as you humans say."

Sam just nodded.

Nevada Desert

The soldiers screamed as they flew into the air, propelled by the fiery explosion. The gun flew forward as the tank rose into the air, treads flapping. It slid down a dune and flipped over, pieces falling off. Sand blew as the tank continued its downward roll, before finally stopping. Two soldiers miraculously survived and crawled out from under it. The lead man helped his comrade up. A shadow eclipsed the hot sun and the two cowered, defenseless. The Decepticon stepped forward a half step before a giant sword pierced his chest. The red Autobot growled and spoke deeply.

"Decepticon garbage. Go to Hell."

He slid the sword out slowly, relishing the sound. The enemy groaned and tipped forward into the sand. The two soldiers looked at the dead robot and back at their savior. The Autobot lowered a hand and the two men stepped onto it. Back at the raging battlefield, all had gone to Hell. There now little more than six tanks left. Commander Chaw was biting his lip to the point where it had begun to bleed. He ignored it. The dogfight in the sky was going no better, either. Another one of their jets were shot down. The pilot managed to eject and open up his parachute. On the ground, troops were waging war with SMGs, AK-47s, grenades, etc. They were putting up a good fight, but it wasn't good enough. The Decepticons were winning, and unless a miracle occurred, they were dead meat. Goners. Lost. One of his pilots shot down an enemy plane. Chaw breathed a sigh of relief. It was too soon. An explosion destroyed one of his armored trucks. The one that carried high explosive charges for the SPGs. It instantly became a raging ball of gas and flames, taking six other vehicles down with it. Chaw swore and punched the wall of the tank. He instantly regretted it. His hand throbbed hard. He growled.

"Load the HEAT missile," he hissed. The loader nodded and put the missile in the cannon. The gunner punched in the coordinates and fired. The missile exploded out and screamed to its target. The huge gasoline tanker that provided the fuel for its soldiers exploded, consuming the vehicles and aircraft that surrounded it. Soldiers were taken in by the blast, and those that weren't burned. The Decepticon army was now running empty. Chaw grinned wickedly in spite of himself. He spun around to face his crew.

"How many tanks do we have left?" he asked. One of his men looked through his viewport.

"Five, sir!" he said.

Chaw picked up his radio. "Chaw to all remaining tanks. Concentrate your fire on the Decepticon base! Repeat! Concentrate your fire on the Decepticon base!" He slammed the radio down. "Load another. We're going to blow these mothers so far down Hell won't find them." His crew whooped. All the tanks and vehicles concentrated their firepower on the base. Chaw's plan seemed to be working. Then, he noticed something. It suddenly came to him in one big slap. The shells weren't penetrating! He fumbled with the radio for a moment. "Cease fire! Cease fire!" he screamed. The tanks and vehicles ceased. Chaw opened his hatch and clambered out. The soldiers from the other tanks and armored cars followed suit.

"Would you like to tell me what's going on?" asked another Commander.

"The missiles aren't penetrating their defenses," explained Chaw. "They have some kind of force field protecting their base."

"That's bull, Chaw!"

"Then explain that!" retorted Chaw angrily, pointing a finger to the advancing shield.

"My God! They do have one!"