>>41184684
Well, doesn't matter now. Your forces are scattered, running hit and run assaults against the Martin tanks, trying to bring down the other Pershing, their Flag. Your thoughts are interrupted as the Pershing, fucker ambushed you and took out your Chaffee escorts, nearly blows a hole through you again. Ah, and Annie is trying to tear Doreen's hair out. Great.

>[ANNABETH HAS FRENZIED]

Al curses as she tries to drag her loader off of your radio operator, and your left without a gun. Yeah. This is good. Great. You wouldn't trade your crew for the world, most days. You've known them all since kindergarten, your best friends. You're considering pulling out your pistol and murdering them all. Atleast Lauren is still driving. You've never seen anything shake the mute girl. Your eye twitches as Al returns to her seat, sporting a bloody nose. Looks like she decided on the better part of valor.

"God DAMNIT! ENOUGH!" You scream, taking to kicking them both as hard as you can.

>[-2 Command Points]
>[Annabeth is no longer Frenzied!]
>[Doreen is no longer Frenzied!]

The two of them pull apart, back to their positions. Doreen hissing and grumbling in fury as Annie pulls- "God damnit, Doreen, I told you not to bring them in the tank!" A squirrel flies through the tank, screaming and chittering as it lands on the radio, and scurries into Doreen's scarf.

>Cont. AND IT DROPPED MY TRIP ALREADY.

>>41184707
Time to take command. To the west are some sheer cliffs, going up high into the air. You know there's canyons spidering through them you could get into. To the east is a dry riverbed going north and south. North is a dry lake, that's where the main battle is going on.

>[13 Command Points Available]
>"Doreen, get us some backup, Al, hold them off!"
>"Al, hold them off, Doreen, get an ETA, do not let them let up!"
>Write-In

And

>"Lauren, for the love of god, head for the cliffs!"
>"Lauren, get us to that riverbed!"
>"Lauren, we need to be back with the main group ASAP, head towards the lake!"

Commands:
>Full Stop! - 1CP
>Tracers, Give Her A Target! - 2CP
>Why Is He Still Moving? - 10CP
>He Should Not Be Shooting Anymore. - 10CP

>>41184731
>"Doreen, get us some backup, Al, hold them off!"
>"Lauren, for the love of god, head for the cliffs!"
Lose 'em in the canyons, Pershings are bad at rough terrain.

>>41184731
>"Doreen, get us some backup, Al, hold them off!"
>"Lauren, for the love of god, head for the cliffs!"

Blackjack does this better :p

>>41184790
>>41185025
You look out the cupola again, scowling. "Alright, Doreen, get us some backup. Al, try to discourage them. Lauren, get us to the cliffs." You order, settling back into your seat. You can't help but wince as that damned 90mm gun fires again, Lauren's quick driving barely keeping you safe. "Doreen, I want anyone they can spare. We'll lead them in, Pershings can't handle rough terrain. It'll give us time, and let our girls get in behind them." Your own gun barks as the shot homes in, nearly taking out the viewport of the Pershing. Al swears as Annie works to reload.

This has been a complete clusterfuck. Well. Ok, it hasn't been that bad. You lost two tanks out of the gate to an ambush, those god damn KV-1s just came out of nowhere. After that, it was a running batte, Jo's love of faster tanks letting you NOT get horribly murdered. Your group split, most going hunting while you took a pair of Chaffees as escorts. Then you got ambushed by YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD, god damnit, that one glanced you. Shook the entire tank.

"Lauren!" Doreen screams at the girl, who just tightens her grip on the wheel and keeps roaring along. You turn back to look ahead. That's a very narrow canyon. That's a very narrow canyon that you are approaching *very* fast. "Lauren!" Doreen screams again. You're not super sure your tank will fit in that. You squint as you approach at top speed. Nnno, no, you're fairly sure you won't fit in that.

"Uh, Lauren?" You pipe up. She keeps going. Probably can't hear you over the engine. Yeah, you just need to be louder. Yeah. "LAUREN?!" You scream, covering your head as you come up on the wall.

Ah. Your neck popped. "LAUREN STOP DRIFTING THE FUCKING TANK!" You scream, gripping your seat as Annie and Doreen scream and hold each other, and Al just shoots the gun again. You twist in your seat, squinting as you look out the cupola.

OOOH, crash! HAH, take that you FUCKER! Pop that white flag! POP IT BABY!

>Cont.

>>41185982
...that wasn't a suggestion, Pershing. That was an order. Pershing. What are you doing Pershing. PERSHING. STOP MOVING PERSHING.

GOD DAMNIT IT'S STILL ALIVE. It drags itself back from the wall, dirt and dust kicked up from it's hasty stop and nearly flattening itself. It grumbles and roars as it reverses, then turns and starts going after you again. You grip your seat as Lauren tears into a hard turn, taking you into a much wider canyon. You know, a real one, not a fucking bike sized crack in the wall. She rumbles over the rough and uneven ground, tearing it apart as she moves forward. Al fires the gun again as the Pershing comes into sight. This... might have been a bad idea. It's slowed, yes, but you're not sure where this goes. And now you have, well, zero chance of getting to its side armor.

>Write-In Plan
Commands:
>Full Stop! - 1CP
>Tracers, Give Her A Target! - 2CP
>Why Is He Still Moving? - 10CP
>He Should Not Be Shooting Anymore. - 10CP

>>41186065
>Retreat and ambush later.
>Tracers, Give Her A Target! - 2CP

>>41186133
>>41186238
Guys, we're in a canyon, how exactly do you propose any of that works?

>>41186303
Sigh, fiiiiiiiine.
>>41186065
>Run after the pershing and try to overtake it.
>Why Is He Still Moving? - 10CP

>>41186065
>>41186303
Fuck it. HAIL MARY, HAIL MARY!
>Why Is He Still Moving? - 10CP

>Tracers, give her a target!

>>41186065
>Why Is He Still Moving? - 10CP
Then while they're repairing the tracks or whatever we run the fuck away and hope we can lose them.

>>41186303
Shoot the wall, drop rocks on them.

Use as many command points as it takes.

>>41186238
>>41186386
>>41186396
>>41186397
"Annie, AP round!" You bark. "I'm gunna give her a target, I do NOT want him chasing us anymore!" She leaps to on command, hammering in the shell as you unbutton the tank and climb half out the top, manning the AA gun ontop of the turret. You light up the front of the tank, paint and glowing rounds splattering off the front of the tank, trying to blind them as the coax gun lights up, slowly moving down as the gun sights.

>[-12 Command Points]

And that track fucking explodes. You can hear Annie and Doreen cheer as Al laughs victoriously. You drop back into the tank as the Pershing veers off, scraping the side of the canyon and coming to a stop. You settle into your seat, smiling in no small amount of smugness-

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT IT SHOT YOU.

You veer to the side as the 90mm, now immobile and rather more steady with its aim, just glanced your turret. Rocked the entire fucking tank! "SHOOT THEM!" You yell. You get a bellowed "NO SHIT" from Al, as she sends one down range. Thankfully, Lauren cuts into another spidering passage before they can shoot again. You lean back in your seat, breathing heavily. "Doreen, what's the situation with the others?"

"They're doing their best. We can't get any solid kills, they've bunkered down in the lake and have their Flag surrounded with armour." She reports. "They're sending a Chaffee and Devil Squad to assist." She reports.

"God damnit, the jocks?" Al complains. You lean down to pat her on the shoulder. You know she's not fond of the infantry detachment, they're show offs and she's too serious, sometimes.

"What's the plan now, boss?" Annie asks. You grunt as you consider it.

>"Let's get out of here and back in the fight."
>"Circle around, I want that Pershing down for the count, let's get it in the rear."
>"Deeper in, we can use this maze to hide in."
>Write-In

>>41186723
>"Let's get out of here and back in the fight."
While that Pershing is immobilized, they'll probably take a good while to refit their tracks. Hiding is for cowards, even though we're the Flag we still need to contribute.

>>41186723
>"Deeper in, we can use this maze to hide in."
Cowardice! Let the reinforcements deal with it.

>"Circle around, I want that Pershing down for the count, let's get it in the rear."

>>41186765
>>41186870
>>41187091
That, along with my massive headache and the pain from my broken ankle, are a sign to stop for the day. I will continue in the morning, from this thread if it's still up, from a new one if not.