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Tankers in a Strange Land (Part 1)
So this is the first short story/ expansion/ sub-arc of AJoIH timeline. In this story, a young crew of an MBT-53 find themselves going on a routine patrol, but end up quickly finding themselves a little over their heads. (Part 2)
Some designations and terms might be confusing, like as an example, the A37C-1B Dragonfly is the AJoIH timeline designation for the Cessna A-37B Dragonfly as the US Army and Airforce adopts the navy designation system and keeps it in effect, and the Manufacturer codes are the first letter of the company so its design number 37 an Attacker made by Cessna Aircraft Company, is the 1st Major subtype and 2nd (B) minor modification
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29557055/
V2500-B is a small planet in the Solar Neighborhood area near Alpha Centauri, recently, one of the smaller governments has begun attacking both other of the planet's nations and CDF personnel. Though many end in bloodshed, these small skirmishes have yet to cause an all out armed conflict over fears of losing favor with the locals. The Mai'No'Tian Government has sent troops and supplies to ward off any further escalation, hoping the threat of overwhelming firepower will quell any more incidents. Near the border of the 2 hostile forces a lone MBT-53A1 of the 7th Armoured Division, 3rd Tank Battalion, 2nd Company, the name “Hurricane” was painted on the barrel and was escorting a supply convoy East through a suburban area. Multiple trees line the road and behind the houses on the eastern road side, while on the north, south, and west are just houses and suburbia.
Sergeant Kyle Do'Mer was was sitting on the open cupola drinking some water and keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble, frequently turning back at the trucks following them, this was the first time he and his crew had gone out alone with no infantry or other tanks, while frequently reassuring himself everything would be fine, he was extremely nervous. Inside the tank, gunner Corporal Reye Ham'In was keeping herself busy by trying to make fine tune adjustments to the traverse controls and tightening up bolts, cleaning the periscope and gunsight. She was always either sleeping or inside the tank keeping everything perfect and pristine. 1st Lieutenant Wesley Dun had put his feet up on the breech and was reading his copy of "1984" by George Orwell, he was always interested in Human Literature and was frequently called "Bookworm". Corporal U'Wel’Pom Her'Quem was upfront with his hatch open humming to himself, he was the only member of the crew unmarried and by far the youngest and 21, he felt that the Government was getting a bit to imperialistic for its own good, but when the skirmishes started he volunteered without going to university or any higher education as even though he wasn't always fully onboard with his government, he felt he was obligated to protect his fellow Mai'No'Tians on V2500-D from the Whessers.
The convoy reached an F.O.B. around dusk and began unloading the ammunition and supplies, the crew of the MBT-48 took some of the ammo and gas from the convoy. The back of the tank was loaded with jerry cans, weapons, small arms ammo, road wheels, extra tracks, and supplies as each tank was supposed to be able to stay out on the battlefield for days if necessary and be able to repair .
"Sgt. Do'Mer!" A tall, lanky Mai'No'Tian walked up to the tank. His scales were rough and dry, even missing in some patches. His eyes had a ghostly hollowness to them and was smoking a small pipe. "Got a small job for you, heard of a concentration of troops about 2 kilos east of here." He took out a small map, placing it on a clipboard in his hands. "They're supposedly sitting here in grid Gulf-Oscar-3-9er, usually you know we'd use aerial recon but the woods are just too dense for our planes, so I need you to head out that way and get us some numbers."
"Sounds easy enough." He looked over the man's shoulder and onto the map. “Main roads are almost certainly watched, one of the roads leading to Gulf-Nina-3-7 is a much smaller dirt one, and covers my Northern and Western Flank, that ok with you?" Pointing to the area on the map.
"Look you can dress up as a penis and get there doing the mambo on a broomstick for all I care, just get there and count. Alright?" He took the map off the board and back in his pocket before walking away. "Wait." He stopped and walked back, "I know how much you care about your crew, I understand that I was like that myself. Just don't worry too much and keep your head on straight and it'll be fine" placing his hand on Kyle's shoulder and patting him before walking away. Kyle returned to the tank which was being refueled by a nearby truck and cleaning out the tracks and radiators with a hose, the tank's dark olive green exterior now wet with water running down gave it a dark menacing look as the star was setting over the horizon to the North.
"Alright, listen up." Kyle walked to the front of the tank and put his map on the nose where U'Wel was leaning over and out of his hatch with the other two behind Kyle. "We got a simple recon, we are to head north-east to grid Gulf-Nina-3-7 before going to Gulf-Oscar-3-9er," Tracing his finger along the route. "Got word some troops are there, High-Up wants to know how many. We'll leave at.." He pulls back his right sleeve to so his watch. "Quarter to 9, that should give you time to have some chow, take a shit, and get ready, want you all to be ready at 20:40, got it?"
Nodding and agreeing they go back to what they were doing before, and getting ready to leave.
Gathering back at Hurricane the crew got onboard, U’Wel’Pom cranked the engine three times to get fuel and oil flowing in the engine before letting it turn over. Thick black smoke exitted the exhaust and quickly dispersed into the air as the engine smoothed out and quieted down after the initial turnover. Kyle put on his helmet with his headset inside.
“Alright take out the north exit and take a right.”
“Roger.” The tank jerked as it was put into gear and moved forward kicking up mud and dirt before turning left. Her’Quem turned on the headlights illuminating the path ahead and outlining the curved front of the tank as it made its way through the base. The turret turned backwards and fully elevated the gun before placing it down over the traverse lock to keep the barrel out of the way whilst driving around. Kyle turned his cupola to the front and sat on the open hatch whilst Wesley was taking to U’Wel’Pom up front sitting to his left on the outside of the tank, while Reye was standing out of the loader’s hatch with her head on her hand facing forward. Infantry walking in the base moved to the side as the tank moved through the mud and towards the exit, as they reached the exit a flight of 3 Khan'Ning built Cessna A37C-1B Dragonflies flew over head going towards the east.
The tank reached the exit marked by a sign reading “Exiting the F.O.B. Give ‘Em Hell. Courtesy of the 2nd Armoured Company” Hurricane turned right leading to a large open countryside open for 10s of kilometers in all directions except for a small road hugging a woods along which they drove, with sloping hills and valleys out in the distance. The night was cool, dry, with a slight breeze making the drive very comfortable for the crew as the starry night made the headlights redundant so U’Wel’Pom turned them off. Kyle turned off the interior lights as him and Reye looked up to the sky. V2500-D had no natural satellites to reflect the star’s light, but with the lack of light pollution the infinite number of stars shone down giving a light blue glow to the area.
“It’s just so gorgeous.” Reye remarked, her eyes sparkling under the starlight and profiling her face as she stared above into oblivion. “Makes you realize how small you are as you get lost in it’s beauty.” She sighed as she leaned back against the 15mm M49 Heavy Machine Gun in front of her hatch. “Have you ever been anywhere else than here and home?”
“Me?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, and not the planets, I mean star systems. So Re’Gahn doesn’t count or any of our planets back home.”
“Can’t say I have, I would love to though. See the universe and it’s infinite complexity with my bare eyes. To seek out new life and new civilizations, to go where no one has…”
“Alright you fucking Trekkie I get it.” She said with a light chuckle in her voice. “I’m gonna turn the gun forward if that’s ok with you.” She said as she turned to face the back of the tank where the gun was pointing.
“Go for it. I’ll get the lights for you so you don’t bang yourself.” He reached down and flicked a small switch to turn on the interior lights as she climbed down into the turret. The gun’s electric drives could be heard as the gun raised up as to avoid knocking into the supplies on the back before turning clockwise to the front. U’Wel’Pom ducked down into the tank and Wesley walked onto the fender to avoid getting hit as the gun traversed until it stopped facing forward before raising the gun as high as it would go. U’Wel’Pom poked his head back out and Wesley sat against the front of the gun mantlet as Reye popped back out. Kyle turned off the lights and traversed his cupola to the front of the tank before lowering the twin machine-guns down until they touched the turret roof, this also moved the receivers up and out of the way to provide more space inside the turret. “Hey Reye could you hand me the binoculars in front of the MG?”
“Sure.” Reaching in front of the gun she handed him the binoculars as he pushed himself out and on top of the turret. Walking behind the loader’s hatch he stepped on top of some stacked spare road wheels and hugged the snorkel with his left arm as he scanned the area that stretched for what seemed like forever, Wesley got up and climbed on top of the tank.
“Hey boss I’m gonna take a nap if that’s ok.”
“I’ll join you on that.” Reye remarked “That good?”
“Knock yourselves out.” Kyle said, not putting down his binoculars.
“Thanks, excuse me.” Wesley said to Reye before she ducked down. “You want me to leave the hatch open or closed Top?” He asked Kyle.
“Whichever works for you.” As he said that Wesley slipped in and closed the hatch with a heavy clank. The rest of the drive would take roughly another hour at this pace so he decided to stay up and keep U’Wel company, during which they talked mainly about life back home and how things were going until they reached their destination. They arrived at a barn close to where the troops were reported to be, the barn and nearby house were abandoned so it was decided they park in the barn for the time being and walk the small rest of the way.
Some designations and terms might be confusing, like as an example, the A37C-1B Dragonfly is the AJoIH timeline designation for the Cessna A-37B Dragonfly as the US Army and Airforce adopts the navy designation system and keeps it in effect, and the Manufacturer codes are the first letter of the company so its design number 37 an Attacker made by Cessna Aircraft Company, is the 1st Major subtype and 2nd (B) minor modification
Part 2: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/29557055/
V2500-B. V2500 (Barnard's Star System). 6 Light Years from Terra. Sunday, 9th of August, 1970V2500-B is a small planet in the Solar Neighborhood area near Alpha Centauri, recently, one of the smaller governments has begun attacking both other of the planet's nations and CDF personnel. Though many end in bloodshed, these small skirmishes have yet to cause an all out armed conflict over fears of losing favor with the locals. The Mai'No'Tian Government has sent troops and supplies to ward off any further escalation, hoping the threat of overwhelming firepower will quell any more incidents. Near the border of the 2 hostile forces a lone MBT-53A1 of the 7th Armoured Division, 3rd Tank Battalion, 2nd Company, the name “Hurricane” was painted on the barrel and was escorting a supply convoy East through a suburban area. Multiple trees line the road and behind the houses on the eastern road side, while on the north, south, and west are just houses and suburbia.
Sergeant Kyle Do'Mer was was sitting on the open cupola drinking some water and keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble, frequently turning back at the trucks following them, this was the first time he and his crew had gone out alone with no infantry or other tanks, while frequently reassuring himself everything would be fine, he was extremely nervous. Inside the tank, gunner Corporal Reye Ham'In was keeping herself busy by trying to make fine tune adjustments to the traverse controls and tightening up bolts, cleaning the periscope and gunsight. She was always either sleeping or inside the tank keeping everything perfect and pristine. 1st Lieutenant Wesley Dun had put his feet up on the breech and was reading his copy of "1984" by George Orwell, he was always interested in Human Literature and was frequently called "Bookworm". Corporal U'Wel’Pom Her'Quem was upfront with his hatch open humming to himself, he was the only member of the crew unmarried and by far the youngest and 21, he felt that the Government was getting a bit to imperialistic for its own good, but when the skirmishes started he volunteered without going to university or any higher education as even though he wasn't always fully onboard with his government, he felt he was obligated to protect his fellow Mai'No'Tians on V2500-D from the Whessers.
The convoy reached an F.O.B. around dusk and began unloading the ammunition and supplies, the crew of the MBT-48 took some of the ammo and gas from the convoy. The back of the tank was loaded with jerry cans, weapons, small arms ammo, road wheels, extra tracks, and supplies as each tank was supposed to be able to stay out on the battlefield for days if necessary and be able to repair .
"Sgt. Do'Mer!" A tall, lanky Mai'No'Tian walked up to the tank. His scales were rough and dry, even missing in some patches. His eyes had a ghostly hollowness to them and was smoking a small pipe. "Got a small job for you, heard of a concentration of troops about 2 kilos east of here." He took out a small map, placing it on a clipboard in his hands. "They're supposedly sitting here in grid Gulf-Oscar-3-9er, usually you know we'd use aerial recon but the woods are just too dense for our planes, so I need you to head out that way and get us some numbers."
"Sounds easy enough." He looked over the man's shoulder and onto the map. “Main roads are almost certainly watched, one of the roads leading to Gulf-Nina-3-7 is a much smaller dirt one, and covers my Northern and Western Flank, that ok with you?" Pointing to the area on the map.
"Look you can dress up as a penis and get there doing the mambo on a broomstick for all I care, just get there and count. Alright?" He took the map off the board and back in his pocket before walking away. "Wait." He stopped and walked back, "I know how much you care about your crew, I understand that I was like that myself. Just don't worry too much and keep your head on straight and it'll be fine" placing his hand on Kyle's shoulder and patting him before walking away. Kyle returned to the tank which was being refueled by a nearby truck and cleaning out the tracks and radiators with a hose, the tank's dark olive green exterior now wet with water running down gave it a dark menacing look as the star was setting over the horizon to the North.
"Alright, listen up." Kyle walked to the front of the tank and put his map on the nose where U'Wel was leaning over and out of his hatch with the other two behind Kyle. "We got a simple recon, we are to head north-east to grid Gulf-Nina-3-7 before going to Gulf-Oscar-3-9er," Tracing his finger along the route. "Got word some troops are there, High-Up wants to know how many. We'll leave at.." He pulls back his right sleeve to so his watch. "Quarter to 9, that should give you time to have some chow, take a shit, and get ready, want you all to be ready at 20:40, got it?"
Nodding and agreeing they go back to what they were doing before, and getting ready to leave.
Gathering back at Hurricane the crew got onboard, U’Wel’Pom cranked the engine three times to get fuel and oil flowing in the engine before letting it turn over. Thick black smoke exitted the exhaust and quickly dispersed into the air as the engine smoothed out and quieted down after the initial turnover. Kyle put on his helmet with his headset inside.
“Alright take out the north exit and take a right.”
“Roger.” The tank jerked as it was put into gear and moved forward kicking up mud and dirt before turning left. Her’Quem turned on the headlights illuminating the path ahead and outlining the curved front of the tank as it made its way through the base. The turret turned backwards and fully elevated the gun before placing it down over the traverse lock to keep the barrel out of the way whilst driving around. Kyle turned his cupola to the front and sat on the open hatch whilst Wesley was taking to U’Wel’Pom up front sitting to his left on the outside of the tank, while Reye was standing out of the loader’s hatch with her head on her hand facing forward. Infantry walking in the base moved to the side as the tank moved through the mud and towards the exit, as they reached the exit a flight of 3 Khan'Ning built Cessna A37C-1B Dragonflies flew over head going towards the east.
The tank reached the exit marked by a sign reading “Exiting the F.O.B. Give ‘Em Hell. Courtesy of the 2nd Armoured Company” Hurricane turned right leading to a large open countryside open for 10s of kilometers in all directions except for a small road hugging a woods along which they drove, with sloping hills and valleys out in the distance. The night was cool, dry, with a slight breeze making the drive very comfortable for the crew as the starry night made the headlights redundant so U’Wel’Pom turned them off. Kyle turned off the interior lights as him and Reye looked up to the sky. V2500-D had no natural satellites to reflect the star’s light, but with the lack of light pollution the infinite number of stars shone down giving a light blue glow to the area.
“It’s just so gorgeous.” Reye remarked, her eyes sparkling under the starlight and profiling her face as she stared above into oblivion. “Makes you realize how small you are as you get lost in it’s beauty.” She sighed as she leaned back against the 15mm M49 Heavy Machine Gun in front of her hatch. “Have you ever been anywhere else than here and home?”
“Me?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, and not the planets, I mean star systems. So Re’Gahn doesn’t count or any of our planets back home.”
“Can’t say I have, I would love to though. See the universe and it’s infinite complexity with my bare eyes. To seek out new life and new civilizations, to go where no one has…”
“Alright you fucking Trekkie I get it.” She said with a light chuckle in her voice. “I’m gonna turn the gun forward if that’s ok with you.” She said as she turned to face the back of the tank where the gun was pointing.
“Go for it. I’ll get the lights for you so you don’t bang yourself.” He reached down and flicked a small switch to turn on the interior lights as she climbed down into the turret. The gun’s electric drives could be heard as the gun raised up as to avoid knocking into the supplies on the back before turning clockwise to the front. U’Wel’Pom ducked down into the tank and Wesley walked onto the fender to avoid getting hit as the gun traversed until it stopped facing forward before raising the gun as high as it would go. U’Wel’Pom poked his head back out and Wesley sat against the front of the gun mantlet as Reye popped back out. Kyle turned off the lights and traversed his cupola to the front of the tank before lowering the twin machine-guns down until they touched the turret roof, this also moved the receivers up and out of the way to provide more space inside the turret. “Hey Reye could you hand me the binoculars in front of the MG?”
“Sure.” Reaching in front of the gun she handed him the binoculars as he pushed himself out and on top of the turret. Walking behind the loader’s hatch he stepped on top of some stacked spare road wheels and hugged the snorkel with his left arm as he scanned the area that stretched for what seemed like forever, Wesley got up and climbed on top of the tank.
“Hey boss I’m gonna take a nap if that’s ok.”
“I’ll join you on that.” Reye remarked “That good?”
“Knock yourselves out.” Kyle said, not putting down his binoculars.
“Thanks, excuse me.” Wesley said to Reye before she ducked down. “You want me to leave the hatch open or closed Top?” He asked Kyle.
“Whichever works for you.” As he said that Wesley slipped in and closed the hatch with a heavy clank. The rest of the drive would take roughly another hour at this pace so he decided to stay up and keep U’Wel company, during which they talked mainly about life back home and how things were going until they reached their destination. They arrived at a barn close to where the troops were reported to be, the barn and nearby house were abandoned so it was decided they park in the barn for the time being and walk the small rest of the way.
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