"D***. D***! D***!!!" Tier said as he popped the hatch and rushed to climb out of the tank and ran down the hood to view the destruction of the fuel depot first hand. He was screwed. Without fuel his tank was just a useless piece of metal. No fuel meant no power, and unlike some he was above stealing fuel from civilians. Even though that's probably where a lot of the fuel came from anyway, he and his would only syphon fuel from intact canisters from an enemy vehicle, or pump it from one of their fuel depots. A groan alerted him to something still alive in the area. He trotted over to a badly burned Raccoon and knelt down beside him. The better part of his face was charred black and red flesh wept blood underneath. Where his left arm used to be was a burned stump and Tier could see through the burned clothing at least two burned bones of ribs. "They, they, they." "Shhh" Tier hushed him quietly and laid a comforting hand on the soldiers right shoulder. "It's ok, we're here now. We'll take care of it." Tier had been slowly drawing his pistol as the Raccoon closed his eyes in pain. Every movement of his face opened the flesh underneath the burn and caused it to bleed more. Tier had already made the decision that this creature was not going to make it off of the field. "Oh... oh God.... Please... make it stop!" "It's ok, I got you. Everything's going to be alright." The report of the pistol might as well been a cannon in the burned out fuel depot as Tier slowly laid the Raccoon back down and gently closed his eyes. "Find anyother survivors. Find out what happened here. We might as well shut it down right here until we can get some fuel. Let's see if we cant hole the tank into a defendable position where we burn as little fuel as possable." Tier said turning to look at his troops who had by now exited the tank.
His troops nodded and went about to preform their tasks as Tier marched to the field office. Inside he found three officers going over some papers who looked up at him with a sort of stunned silence. One of them started to speak and Tier indignantly held up his hand to waive them down. "Oh no, no, no, don't get up on my account. You only have your dead and dying out there and my men are already here with our Tiger tank and I'm only a Second Lieutenant but please, by all means, continue what you were doing." One of the officers rolled his eyes at the tank commander and spoke to him. "We were just attacked by rebels. They hit us and ran and now we are trying to get things in order here." "Which I'm sure is much more important than the wellbeing of your own men. Sure. You have my sincerest apologies." Tier said getting angrier by the minuet. These were the reason he hated doing what he did. Scum like these men in this room who are only concerned with themselves and worried what would happen if anyone ever found out about some of the horrible things they did. It made Tier's stomach turn. "Herr T-" "No! F*** you! F*** you! And f*** you! In fact, f*** every last one of you inbred sons of b******! I am SS, no I am Waffen SS, and we hold ourselves to a higher standard than those cowards running those camps and obliviously we hold ourselves to a higher standard than you!" Tier turned around and started to walk out. "Just who in the f*** do you think you are?" One of the officers said causing Tier to turn around and glare at them again. "I think I am Second Lieutenant Tier Decshane of the Waffen SS. Now if you will excuse me I am going to my tank to wait while you incompetent b******* get the fuel depot fixed while I make my report to command" Tier turned on his heel and stormed out slamming the door behind him. It went without saying he was pissed at their actions.
His troops was waiting for him at his tank and smiled as he approached still in fine temper. "We heard the shouting all the way our here sir. I'm surprised you didn't just go to shooting." Tier sighed and rubbed his temples as he shook his head. "No. That would have been a waste of good ammunition and I would have felt my pistol would have been dirty afterwards. They belong at the end of a noose hanging from a street lamp, but that's nither here nor there. I like where you all have positioned the tank." He said with a nod to try to curve the conversation elsewhere and to help his men feel a little better for being posted to a s*** hole assignment. The tank was nestled in by a building and several large hulks of burned out equipment. It would take a heavy force to bring his tank down and he would be allowed to operate under the cover of the wreckage while burning little fuel. "I think I let my temper get the best of me in there though. We should probably stay with the tank until something turns up." Tier said apologetically, his men agreed. The grey fox was a brilliant tank commander and cared for his men with a fierceness but he just wasn't too good on person to person relations when it came to dealing with incompetent command and ridiculous orders.
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