MTB4884
Emperor
White Leader, Scout Force
Morning
“Move out, carefully,” ordered Major Guderich, “and watch for any more enemy tanks!” The Panther crept west, hoping to avoid contact with the enemy long enough to radio a warning about the Turks who had somehow captured at least one German tank. Dieter, Karl, and Major Guderich himself were all looking for anything unusual through their respective viewfinders. The radio picked up more chatter in the strange language they had heard earlier, but no further communication in German.
“Movement, 320!” said Dieter, and a moment later he added, “Two more of those little trucks. They are running away.”
“Figures,” mused Major Guderich aloud. “They must have only light weapons, and that won't be enough to stop us. We have bigger fish to fry for now. Keep heading west, and stay alert.”
“Yes, sir,” chorused White Leader's crew.
“Enemy tank, 280!” shouted Dieter.
“Target them!” ordered the Major, as he turned his own viewfinder towards the correct line of bearing. He could see what appeared to be an experimental early model Tiger tank, with the shorter barrel and the extra skirting armor. Strangely, the main gun was rotating away from their Panther, and came to a stop in parade rest position as he watched. Now what are those Turks up to?
“Targeted!” replied Dieter, clearly awaiting the order to open fire.
“Stand by!” A white flag popped out of the turret as the radio came to life. “German tank, we not Turks,” said a female voice in German, marred with the same odd accent Major Guderich had noticed from the unknown male voice earlier. “We Tiger tank to your northwest. We only wish talk,” she continued in slightly broken German. “We come out and surrender if you agree no more fire.”
The Major turned the radio back to the proper setting. “Identify yourself!”
“Auray senshado, anklerfizh team.” she replied.
“Name and unit designation!” ordered the Major.
There was a brief silence. “My name Meehoh Nizhoomee,” she said, slowly. “We not enemy yours. We no want kill.” The same male voice from before broke in, giving what sounded like an order in the strange unknown language, to which the woman replied with a single clipped word. "Hi."
“Men, what do you think?” asked the Major over the internal radio.
“It must be some sort of trick, sir,” insisted Dieter. “We should destroy them while we can!”
“Then why is their main gun at parade rest?” said Karl over the radio net. “And why would the Turks use women to crew their tanks? We should hear them out, sir.”
The Major paused in thought. A modern version of 'The Lady or the Tiger'. Shall we listen to them, or simply open fire?
Morning
“Move out, carefully,” ordered Major Guderich, “and watch for any more enemy tanks!” The Panther crept west, hoping to avoid contact with the enemy long enough to radio a warning about the Turks who had somehow captured at least one German tank. Dieter, Karl, and Major Guderich himself were all looking for anything unusual through their respective viewfinders. The radio picked up more chatter in the strange language they had heard earlier, but no further communication in German.
“Movement, 320!” said Dieter, and a moment later he added, “Two more of those little trucks. They are running away.”
“Figures,” mused Major Guderich aloud. “They must have only light weapons, and that won't be enough to stop us. We have bigger fish to fry for now. Keep heading west, and stay alert.”
“Yes, sir,” chorused White Leader's crew.
“Enemy tank, 280!” shouted Dieter.
“Target them!” ordered the Major, as he turned his own viewfinder towards the correct line of bearing. He could see what appeared to be an experimental early model Tiger tank, with the shorter barrel and the extra skirting armor. Strangely, the main gun was rotating away from their Panther, and came to a stop in parade rest position as he watched. Now what are those Turks up to?
“Targeted!” replied Dieter, clearly awaiting the order to open fire.
“Stand by!” A white flag popped out of the turret as the radio came to life. “German tank, we not Turks,” said a female voice in German, marred with the same odd accent Major Guderich had noticed from the unknown male voice earlier. “We Tiger tank to your northwest. We only wish talk,” she continued in slightly broken German. “We come out and surrender if you agree no more fire.”
The Major turned the radio back to the proper setting. “Identify yourself!”
“Auray senshado, anklerfizh team.” she replied.
“Name and unit designation!” ordered the Major.
There was a brief silence. “My name Meehoh Nizhoomee,” she said, slowly. “We not enemy yours. We no want kill.” The same male voice from before broke in, giving what sounded like an order in the strange unknown language, to which the woman replied with a single clipped word. "Hi."
“Men, what do you think?” asked the Major over the internal radio.
“It must be some sort of trick, sir,” insisted Dieter. “We should destroy them while we can!”
“Then why is their main gun at parade rest?” said Karl over the radio net. “And why would the Turks use women to crew their tanks? We should hear them out, sir.”
The Major paused in thought. A modern version of 'The Lady or the Tiger'. Shall we listen to them, or simply open fire?