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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This a non-profit erotic fan parody, I do not own Valkyria Chronicles. All rights to Valkyria Chronicles are owned by SEGA and its corresponding subsidiaries.

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Author's Note: Before reading, please acknowledge that this addition was completely rushed. Thruthfully, I had forgotten that I had been working on this project entirely until I heard news at the turn of the year that Valkyria Chronicles 4 was announced, and despite finding out late I am utterly excited. That said I had to remember plots I hadn't thought about in almost a half year and pull this out within the month. I'm sorry, I've just been a little busy with work, games, and drinking. I know everyone understands since we're all adults here.
Anyways...as of posting this chapter, this project is the most viewed story I've ever written on this site! I'd drink to celebrate but I'd do it anyways. Lolz
This chapter may seem a little bit more choppy than the rest because I had to rework in my mind where I thought I was going for some of the character arcs, but I did my best to line it up. What this chapter may be lacking is erotic sequences, which I'll be making up for in the next installment which will have the fomart of the Second Vasel chapter. I won't wait to forget about the project again! Whatever I have done by the end of next month, even if I'm not finished, I will post. I only hope that whatever limited quality I have in my writing can persist.
Also there is a questionably awkward scene in this installment with Oscar and Catherine, but I decided to leave it since I had deleted a whole scene of him in the last one. Plus I'm really trying to experiment with Catherine to work her own hentai scene in. Anyways...word limit, right. If I have anything more to say it will be found here:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/
Otherwise tell me something and enjoy. Without further ado I present Kloden Wildwood Pt.2, finally!
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May 6, 1935 – 2045 Hours, Kloden
A day, and a night of fighting followed by a day of sluggish travel into the valley beyond the ridge that they fought for was only capable of dampening the morale of the troops. This loss of morale by slow progress was only purged further by the fact that they were behind enemy lines with the occasional skirmish breaking out at random points throughout the day, not even mentioning the lack of food and sleep. Several of the APCs were bogged down and abandoned to prevent any further delays, this was done despite the fact that many of them were diagnosed as being easily resolved by engineers, but the locations at which they got stuck were too close to the lines and open to enemy ambush. Now that the sun was down, and a perimeter sweep was done to assure that no Imperial forces were nearby, Squadrons 1 and 7 were tasked with over watch of the main Regimental camp which had just been established. This task was selected for them since their APCs had managed for the entire trip so even if their members got no sleep during the bumpy trip they were still the most rested of the regiment. After the camp was established and Squads 1 and 7 confirmed a solid over watch position the order was given by HQ that food and rest were in order. A coded radio signal was sent out on encrypted channels at short traveling frequencies to keep the enemy unaware of their position.
“Iron Pegasi to all Trojans; the Valkyria has approved a bountiful harvest. A blood moon policy is in effect with Eos as go.” Isara was atop the Edelweiss listening in as the transmission was sent and turned to her brother and Alicia who were beside her before nodding confirmation to them.
“Ugh, finally.” Alicia forced her weight upon Welkin to lean on him and thus effectively getting some weight off her feet. Most of the regiment had been walking since they initially abandoned the first transports at the entrance of Kloden several days ago. Welkin smiled and wrapped an arm around Alicia to help support her weight.
“Come on,” he said with his usual warmth, “Let’s get some food in you.”
“All right, but only because you’re ordering me to. I’m not the slightest bit tired.”
“No. Of course not.” They walked together to the mess truck with food on their minds.

Irene Ellet watched inquisitively as a chunky brown fluid drained from the cooks steel ladle into her pair of steel canteen cups. She wasn’t particularly turned off by a meal of any kind and was perfectly aware of the conditions that troops behind enemy lines had to endure in the food department. After all, information was her job. That being said, it was bugging her that she couldn’t quite grasp the contents of this meal with just her eyes alone and concluded that asking the cook would satisfy her hunger for knowledge. She tried to do so without making it seem like the meal was making her squeamish.
“What is it?” She cursed herself silently realizing she failed completely at trying to make it sound like she planned.
The cook mixed the contents of the pot for a moment with his ladle and then shrugged while pouring the newly filled ladle into the mess cup of Mica, who seemed to despise the meal immediately. Meanwhile Vyse was coming back for seconds.
“I dunno… caviar?”
It obviously wasn’t caviar; otherwise the quantity alone would cost more than Princess Cordelia’s virginity. Rather than continue to let it bug her Ellet decided that tricking her mind it was caviar would be more reasonable than interrogating the cook. Writing a story about the chef of Squad 7 and the exquisite meals he put out wouldn’t sell anyways.
“All right, caviar it is then.” Before walking off the cook stopped her one last time.
“This will help it go down.” He placed a couple slices of dehydrated bread in each steel cup the reporter was holding. It was an extra slice more than the others and Ellet shot him a wink before walking off. Getting good with the chef might make future meals more tolerable.
Ellet didn’t stick around to watch the cook get erect behind the pot though, and she promptly left after her coquettish gesture for her objective. She was a reporter on a mission, and that mission would usually wander off to a quiet place during these brief periods of down time long enough to catch some sleep. That man was no other than Largo Potter, and she had a few questions for him concerning the more classified ops that Squad 7 had been a part of recently, specifically ops in and around Presentwell village that had failed to make it pass censors. It took her a few minutes to find her target but once she had him in her sight she wasted no time before pouncing on his vulnerable sleeping form. Largo was easily the largest man in Squad 7, in terms of muscles anyways, word Ellet picked up around the latrines was that the man sporting the largest dick was Hannes and was avoided in the showers by the less endowed members of the squad as a result. Largo was lying on the ground and using his canteen belt as his pillow when he felt the warm sensation of woman’s thighs wrap around his groin. He let out a deep sigh before opening his eyes.
“You? …Ain’t that a surprise.” Largo scratched his head a little bewildered about the situation.
“Who were you expecting?”
“Ain’t expectin’ no one really. Just surprised to see someone so young feelin’ up on me.”
“Well, you are a hunky man. I’m sure any of the young ladies in your squad would be willing to ride you for the night.”
“Now we’re talkin’ too young. What’s the grub?”
Ellet remembered she was still holding a couple of steel mess cups and examined one to them one last time to see if she could determine the dish before handing them off. However it was to no avail and resisted shrugging before confidently answering.
“Caviar.”
“Mmm, my favorite!” Largo rose to sit up right while grabbing one of the meals that Ellet was holding. His weight effectively forced the blonde off his groin and into his lap still facing him. He effortlessly crossed his legs beneath her and her ass found itself in the recess of his legs as he did so, but she was determined to keep herself mounted and not let the target escape so she wrapped her legs around his back. Despite her leeching Largo managed to chow down on his grub just inches from her face. “So, what did you bribe me with food for?”
“Presentwell, what happened?” He was being direct so Ellet chose to do the same with a serious expression on her face.
“That’s classified.” Largo only paused to answer then continued eating. Having heard that answer a few times already since joining the Squadron, Ellet didn’t hide the irritation in her voice as she began sharing her proposal.
“And it can remain classified. But I’ve been gone a little while since meeting you all in Vasel and now I plan to stay. The truth is I’m writing a book about this Squad’s exploits and I need to refrain from any gaps.” Ellet grabbed the burly man’s dick through his trousers, “So here’s the deal: I get more material for my book, you get your dick wet, and the Empire is still left without any new intelligence data since it won’t be published until the war’s conclusion anyways. Nobody loses and you get a meal out of it. What do you say?” Largo stopped eating and for the first time actually looked at the young reporter seriously.
“So why come to me?” It’s not that Largo wanted to question her willingness to fuck him for classified info, his cock had been increasingly more active since the day he blackmailed Rosie for a blowjob at Vasel, and having nothing but a crew of smelly men and three teenage girls always flaunting their assets didn’t help.
“The Lieutenant found himself a new blonde to wring his balls out and my favors aren’t enough to break him on this level of material. Plus he’s quite dutiful. I wouldn’t mind trying to break some of the women in this squad that know about it, but my boyfriend likes it more when he hears about other men fucking me more than other women. It’s not like I didn’t try though…” Largo put down what was left of the meal brought to him and thought about Miss Ellet’s proposal.
The trouble was word getting out that explosives disguised as pancake mix was being used by civilians to prevent the Empire from blockading food to the capital, but she had promised that what he said would remain classified. Ellet let the older man think while she unbuttoned his uniform and took her gloves off to rub his chest while working her mouth on his neck. She was familiar with men like Largo who valued the principle of bargaining, she had dealt with a lot of his kind when trying to dig up dirt on the shadier organizations of Gallia’s underground before the war. It was also helpful in getting stuck up politicians to speak more openly while their wives were away. Little by little Ellet worked her magic causing more blood to drain from Largo’s brain and into his growing phallus, to the point where he decided being played like this for a little harmless information exchange was alright so long as vegetables continued their path to the capital.
“I have to know you’ll understand the reason we did that op in the first place though.” Largo grew oddly serious, like an old war vet recounting his experiences in a bar after a stiff drink all while Ellet expertly grinded her sex against his. “So tell me… How do you feel about vegetables?”
The absurdity of the question would’ve thrown an amateur off, but Ellet’s experience with people made her realize quickly that he was completely serious and that laughing it off would only serve to insult the half-naked muscular man.
“Some happen to feel really good up my snatch.” Largo stood up effortlessly forcing the blonde to fall on her ass and he backed her up against a tree before pulling his erect dick from his trousers and letting its weight slap her on the face.
“That’s good to hear, but this one’s gettin’ swallowed if you want the details on Presentwell.” To Ellet’s displeasure Largo shoved the impressive piece down her tonsils before she even had time to respond. “You don’t get to speak. You want somethin’ from me so I’ll demand somethin’ from you. Now let’s get this over with before we get caught.”
It was kind of a fetish for Largo. He knew he had a big cock, and he liked to see women choke on it while he hollowed out their esophagus by shoving it in has deeply as he could. It was part of the reason he was satisfied with only a blowjob from Rosie back at Vasel, that, and he wanted to test Welkin’s wit anyways. But after Rosie got his gears in motion again that day, he realized that he had a lot of pent up desire from many years of hiatus, especially when he couldn’t help masturbating to fantasies involving Freesia, Gina, and Claudia. It sucked to have three healthy teenage girls in your Crew that were half your age. It was an inconvenience that Largo and all the other guys in his Crew had to deal with on the daily… Except Jann, he had different tastes.
Largo grabbed a handful of Ellet’s hair with his right hand and forced his way deeper into the recesses of her throat while he rested his left hand on the tree behind her so he had something to lean on. Ellet was more skillful than Largo was expecting and was buckling from the sensational head she was giving despite her constant gagging from Largo’s forceful intrusion. Largo was convinced that she was so dedicated to her line of work that she was putting one-hundred and ten percent on this just to probe his cum and the story out of him. Even her eyes somehow shined from the pitch black surrounding them as Largo focused on her lustful expression, it was clear that she was starting to enjoy his dick bulging out of her neck.
“Now you can tell your bitch of a boyfriend how much better you feel as the groupie of Squad 7. He’ll get off all night on that, just like I’m gonna when I fill you up with my seed.” With a powerful trust Largo managed to shove himself all the way up the blonde’s throat and relished from the soft skin of her chin rubbing against his hairy balls. He held himself there for half a minute and every second that passed made the reporter more and more desperate for air as she vainly pushed his titanic weight away until there wasn’t enough oxygen for her to try anymore. Not until all motions from the blonde stopped did Largo pull out finally allowing Ellet to gasp for breath and cough uncontrollably on her hands and knees.
“I’m impressed.” Largo stood over her while he stroked is saliva-lubricated cock, “Most don’t manage to last that long.”
Largo didn’t wait for her to acknowledge his compliment and picked her up by her waist belt before dropping her in a concealed location on her back. He yanked off her green pants and panties and tore open her blouse sending the buttons flying across the forest floor. He covered her mouth with his gloved hand as he prepped himself for entry, part of the reason he moved them to a more hidden location is because her coughing had been loud and he knew he was going to make her squeal as his dick poked teasingly at her dripping wet pussy. He bit down on one of her nipples as shot his dick through the entrance of her womb and he fucked that entrance like a battering ram to a castle wall. Ellet’s many involuntary pussy contractions where starting to make it hard for him to be silent though and he thought to slow down but her legs and hands her forced him to continue the gyrations. The feeling of being buried in such a tight cunt was starting to overwhelm the giant and his dick was starting to melt with the rest of his body, it was a sensation that made him forget to cover the reporter’s mouth.
“What’s the matter big boy? Can’t fuck for as long as your CO?” Ellet was intentionally taunting the older man, knowing that that exploits of the young lieutenant of Squad 7 would make him feel reinvigorated, and she was right. He flipped her over and put his hand behind her back to force the moist soil into her upper orifice and keep her quiet before he started fucking her cervix again with newfound energy. He had gone more than a few years without being sexually active and didn’t want to be reminded about his rustiness by hearing stories of a green lieutenant showing him up, even if he had mad respect for Welkin.
“Big talk from a whore with a cuck husband,” Largo used his spit to lubricate his finger before stuffing it up the young blonde’s ass and wriggling it around. He realized now that the sexual gyrations of Ellet just before he agreed to the deal had made him settle for it too quickly, and thought that if there was a next time he would make her fuck his whole squad for information. But that was an idea for another time. As he fantasized about his squad making use of everything Ellet could offer he began to reach his limit and decided not to fight it. Largo pulled out from her cheating cunt and flipped her over again to release his load all over the muddy blue-eyed beauty. It was a pool of cum so thick and massive in volume that only half of month of fantasizing and horny thoughts could muster, and the panting Ellet just laid there to take it, letting the viscous Potter seed soak into her pale skin.
“Sorry… but I really needed that.” Largo said as he got up. Ellet didn’t move and just looked blissfully at the large man who continued to let his dick hang out from the zipper on his pants. Largo grabbed a small notebook from his trousers that he used as a diary and briefly searched its contents before ripping a few pages from it and throwing them on the spent reporter like a whore receiving payment. Ellet picked up the pages so that they wouldn’t absorb what seemed like a pint of cum on her body.
“And I really needed this.” Ellet spoke breathily while she gestured with the pages of Largo’s diary.
“Those pages should be enough, and if you need more info come find me. Might be a price with it though.”
“A pleasure doing business.”
With that Largo walked away and grabbed his canteen and what was left of the grub she had brought him. He decided to go back to his possibly worried crewmates and make the excuse that he had a big shit to get rid of. Ellet on the other hand tried to function and dress herself with wobbly limbs. It was apparent that Largo walked off with her panties and not a single button was left to secure her blouse, which meant she would have to sneak her way back to the Edelweiss unnoticed, the same place most of the Squad not on guard duty would likely be loitering about. She didn’t mind though so long as Largo’s information was secure. Earlier Ellet had removed her gloves to unbutton Largo’s top and went to get them, but when she put her right glove on she discovered a sticky fluid inside. She removed the glove to examine the fluid but years of experience had made it obvious; it was cum. It seemed despite their best efforts to remain concealed someone had stumbled upon them and jizzed her glove. The only question was who. She didn’t mind it much though and put the glove back on, sooner or later she would find out who it was that saw them, information was her trade after all.
Using her hands to secure her blouse she snuck back to the Edelweiss.

Much later that night, after the entire squad had filled up on questionable entrees for dinner, the only sounds that echoed the mountainous forest of Kloden were the singing of crickets and the harmonious dancing of the breeze in light of their song. The stars and the ancient tales written among them by the hands of gods were seemingly the only company Kloden shared on any other night, but tonight was different. The singing of the crickets was complemented by the drumming of bullets raining from afar and the luminous glow of raging fires was the dance partner of the breeze in light of the war. The ancient legends cemented by the gods of old into the heavens were erased by the itinerant smoke and thousands of people forming two opposing armies were seemingly the only company Koden shared. Or at least this was the perspective of Miss Catherine O’Hara, who pulled the bolt of her rifle back just slightly to assure a bullet was in the chamber with a few more following behind. Relief washed over her and an aura of ease radiated from the comrade beside her who shared the same camouflage blanket to help fight the cold ground, Oscar Bielert.
In the mind of Oscar very different thoughts were racing. The harmonious nature before him was irrelevant save for it being his countrymen’s rightful land. The echoes of bullets throughout Kloden were the war drums calling all Gallians to heed their inherited duty of defending those most precious to them, and the glow of the fires on the horizon was the glory of destroying those that dared to threaten those loved ones. The smoke that the fires were so enraptured with were the noble fallen that gave their last as Gallians in Her defense, the defense of their families and monarch, and the defense of those fighting beside them. For having the courage to fight and brave the chaos of war, their spirits rise into the very legends that the heaven stars speak of, as every hero should. The company of the Gallian Army and Militia that Kloden shared tonight was her last hope for survival. Or at least this was the perspective of Mr. Oscar Bielert. The same thoughts once raced through Catherine’s mind many years ago, until she lost all that was precious to her. Little did she know however, that the heat of her body pressed against his was making more lustful thoughts race through the young man’s mind.
Unknown to many, Oscar actually had a thing for older women. This was likely due to all the beautiful nurses that he got to see clad in uniform growing up anytime he visited the hospital on account of his brother. Many of these nurses were also relatively older than Oscar. As a result he was quite happy to learn that he had grown close to two older squad mates, Jane and Catherine; at least close enough for Catherine to ask him to be in the same sniper nest as her for the night despite not being in her crew. But he didn’t know that Catherine had only asked him because she figured that she was beginning to annoy Marina by asking the same of her so many times, and with Ted now in the squad it was more evident than ever that Marina really wanted to be left alone. Literally however, Oscar and Catherine were really close. Close enough for Catherine to feel his heavy heart beats which she mistook as fear since Oscar proved to be timid despite his courageous façade, when in truth it was because the camouflage blankets were only made for an individual to use, and they were sharing. His erection was proving to be persistent despite his best attempts and decided that a little conversation might be a good way to take his mind off his erotic fantasies.
“Why do you do that?” Oscar was speaking in a hushed voice like many of the soldiers had since crossing into enemy lines, as if the enemy could hear them speaking at any time. He was referring to her habit of checking her rifle for ammunition. Since they had perched themselves together in the small blanket she had done it dozens of times.
“Do what?” Her accent was another attractive feature for Oscar, and he immediately regretted talking as a way of getting his mind off his erection.
“Check your rifle for bullets so frequently. You’ve done it enough to know there is, and you haven’t fired any, so…” Oscar stopped himself, for a split second it seemed as if Catherine’s beautiful face had been consumed by sorrow and realized it was a tender subject. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have asked that, huh?”
Upon seeing that her comrade had grown despondent on her behalf she came to and tried to lighten the mood she had inadvertently created.
“Nonsense; no, it’s fine.” She wrapped an arm around him for assurance still unaware of his rigid cock. “It’s just the nervous twitch of an old soldier is all, can never be too careful. No need for apologies.”
“Oh… Just seemed a little odd given how quiet it is. I thought maybe you were suspecting Imps nearby and weren’t telling me about it.” Oscar of course never thought that, he fibbed since he obviously couldn’t mention the boner he was trying to forget about, but it gave the caring Catherine even more reason to suspect his fear.
But the only thing in his head was the night he got to unload his balls several times on the back of Jane. Nothing of the sort has happened since then with her, save for sexual jokes made by Jane much to his embarrassment; leading him to believe that perhaps she was sleeping with Hannes who was more endowed and experienced. In fact he had spent several nights fantasizing about just that while he masturbated. There was just something pleasurable about Sadistic Jane being a masochist for a night while being plowed from behind by the monstrosity that is Hannes, and he almost came in Catherine’s embrace while thinking about it. He had to keep reminding himself that Catherine wasn’t of the same breed as Jane, and he was just misreading Catherine’s compassion, but there was also that thought that he could be misreading her advances towards him as well.
“That’s that then. Thanks again for coming out here with me; I know you probably wanted to spend another night with your friends.”
“It’s no problem really. Jane’s a bit of a sadist so she teases me a lot anyways. A break every now and then is nice.” Especially when I get to cuddle with you, but Oscar didn’t bother telling her that last part.
“Yeah- …I don’t know, it’s just something about having another sniper around…puts me at ease.” Catherine seemed to have gotten comfortable from Oscar’s body heat and was nodding off at surprising speeds. Given the age gap between her and himself Oscar wasn’t too surprised and took it as a mixed blessing, he didn’t have to talk to her anymore, but it was likely she was going to stay cuddled with him while she slept.
“You look tired, Catherine. You should get some sleep.” Oscar thought it the more polite thing to do since she had been forcing herself to stay up for most of her younger crewmates, it seemed only right to let her sleep while she was away from them. Whatever Catherine tried to say in response was illegible to the ear and began breathing softly, asleep.
An hour or so later Oscar was still awake, and so was his erection. At this point he was just beginning to wonder if this was even healthy. Catherine shuffled around a little bit in her sleep and rolled to face the direction opposite of Oscar taking the blanket with her, this immediately sent a shiver down the boy’s spine from the cold ground and sudden exposure to the chilly mountain breeze. He pulled his gun close and scrambled back into the comfort of the blanket finding himself spooning Catherine just to make it possible. If Catherine had been awake there would’ve been no doubt in Oscar’s mind that she would feel his solid member now.
But she’s not awake. Oscar was beginning to formulate thoughts that could land him in trouble, but his teenage impulses were starting to get the better of him and reached around Catherine to very carefully and successfully slip his hand between the buttons of her uniform and play with her boobs through the fabric of her militia-issued turtleneck underneath. The excitement of it all forced him to involuntarily grind his dick against Catherine’s uniform clad ass. It was just like Jane all over again to him, but the dubious nature of his advances made it all the more exciting for him. Deciding that he was committed he undid the fly of his trousers and pulled out his cock in an attempt to make more direct contact, but the effect felt moot after pressing it against more fabric. It finally settled in for Oscar that this wasn’t like Jane at Vasel since there wasn’t enough skin contact, dry humping like this was only going to get him a rash. He released a deep sigh and stopped his actions; even removing his hand from her breasts. This wasn’t really him, and he knew that. Oscar shook Catherine and she pretended to wake up.
“Hey, Catherine. I’m going to find a restroom. Think you can watch the perch for a little while?”
“Yes, no problem.” Oscar disappeared into the shadows of the forest towards an unknown destination. In the wake of his absence Catherine was beginning to ponder why she let a boy that could be her son dry hump her for such a considerable amount of time. She felt her behind to see if he had left her a present on her rear only to surprise herself by being disappointed from the lack of results.
As Oscar walked away he struggled to put his erect penis back into his pants, realizing too late that he had gotten up from the blanket without putting it away. Luckily for him the walk was putting blood in more important limbs and his dick was softening. He realized that he was walking around the sleeping and vigilant eyes of his squad mates while doing so, but was confident that he had better vision in the dark than most and that they couldn’t see him. Eventually his wandering legs led him to what seemed to be the focal point of the Squad at all given times, the Edelweiss. And atop it was someone he hadn’t expected to be lingering around it, Salinas.
“Can’t sleep either?” Salinas was certainly the social type and didn’t hesitate to start a conversation with Oscar despite them being in separate crews. He even motioned for him to climb atop the Edelweiss to sit on the rear as he was. Oscar took the offer and put his rifle on the Edelweiss before climbing up.
“I wish insomnia was the problem,” Oscar let his legs hang off the back of the tank like Salinas, “but no. It’s more complicated than that.”
“Ah, women. That makes sense.”
Oscar took a second to ponder how he got women from that, but he wasn’t that far from the truth.
“Kinda. How’d you guess that?”
“I’ve had my fair share of experiences with women, problems usually stemmed because I’m the kind of guy to put more time towards my passion and not them.” Salinas tapped the ass of the Edelweiss and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?”
“I don’t smoke.”
“Neither do I, but I think I earned one after that last battle.” Salinas pulled a couple of cigarettes and tossed one to Oscar. “You earned one too.”
Using a windproof lighter Salinas lit both of their cigarettes and continued to talk. Oscar meanwhile was trying to fight the burning at his throat after inhaling the smoke.
“Judging by your age I’m guessing this woman problem is mostly you just trying to lose that v-card, but you’re afraid to take that step and thinking about it has you hot and horny.” Salinas took another drag before continuing. “But if not getting off is what’s keeping you up then you just missed it. Two hours ago that stowaway reporter snuck into this tank with a ripped blouse and jizz all over her body.”
This time the cigarette smoke did make Oscar cough as the image of the disheveled reporter saturated his mind and dirty fantasies raced through his imagination.
“Who did it?” It was all Oscar could manage to choke out between his coughing and wanted to curse the man that got lucky enough to have is way with Ellet.
“Beats me. Looked like she had a good time though.” Salinas chuckled as he recalled the scene. Since it was during grub time he doubted many people would have seen it, but he decided to go to the tank after struggling with his own sexual urges after the night with Edy. “Not trying to make assumptions, but losing your virginity is probably better with someone your own age.”
This earned a deep sigh from Oscar.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He was more disappointed by this than he had expected to be and while he was dejected Salinas tapped out his cigarette quickly and suddenly on the Edelweiss before tossing it away.
Behind the two men the hatch of the Edelweiss opened up and Isara rested her crossed arms at the edge of the opening. They were bare, meaning that she was in her shawl and skirt getup making Oscar’s eyes go wide-eyed immediately. Salinas meanwhile was trying to suppress laughter. Isara on the other hand looked very upset and she set her sights on Oscar.
“Mr. Bielert! I shouldn’t have to remind you that smoking is prohibited near military vehicles! Are you trying to light us all up?!”
“What…?” Oscar’s mind was taking a while to process an unusually upset Isara and didn’t want the sister to get mad if it meant that the brother could make his militia life a living hell. Not to mention the surprising lack of clothes on Isara was distracting him.
Salinas found it time to depart from the scene before she targeted his sights at him for not reminding the young sniper about this pet-peeve of hers.
“Now’s your chance!” Salinas said has he slapped Oscar on the back and jumped off the vehicle with his submachine gun, “Tap it or lose it. Your choice”
Isara logically assumed the redhead tank fanatic was talking about the cigarette and not her own body. After all it only seemed right that someone who loved tanks as much as her would hate to see it catch fire over a stick of tobacco. Using the armored plating on his knee Oscar tapped out the cigarette and flung the remainder as far as he could before looking back to see if this pleased the scantily clad little sister. Her look was still firm and merely nodded as a sign of approval before reaching up to grab the hatch handle. The action of lifting her arm over her head gifted Oscar with the sight of an amorous breast and bare armpit from the raven-haired girl as the metal clamped down and she disappeared into the steel beast. That’s when the thought crossed Oscar’s mind; Jane, Catherine and Isara all had a very similar hairstyle, maybe it was that, and not the older woman thing, that he liked. He just took a deep breath and reminded himself to get Salinas back for this.
“…I don’t even smoke…” With that said, Oscar went back to Catherine hoping things wouldn’t be awkward.
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May 7, 1935 – 0530 Hours, Kloden
Cezary was sleeping on his side until just before the signs of dawn began to creep over the horizon, when Marina kicked him several times on the back to get him to wake up. These were not gentle kicks by any standard and Cezary, despite not being a morning person, had to get up or dare face Marina, who wasn’t an anything person. It seems by this time most of O’Hara’s crew had gathered together and the sounds of tank engines were igniting to get the regiment on the move again. There was however one person missing from the usually ten strong crew.
“Aika, where’s Nadine? Weren’t you her buddy for the night?” Catherine was quick to business but sounded friendly all the same. Maybe it was the accent.
“I tried waking her earlier, she’s probably still back at our camp site.” Aika pointed to the right of Cezary who was yawning ferociously and having a hard time keeping his eyes open.
“I’ll get her.” Cezary immediately volunteered without realizing what he had volunteered for and walked towards the last known whereabouts of the Darcsen while the rest of the Crew looked perplexingly at him. Except Marina, she didn’t give a fuck.
“All right, we’ll be at the tank then.” Catherine guided the crew in while Cezary hoisted his rifle around his shoulder and couldn’t think about much more than how full his bladder was this early in the morning. It wasn’t until the Darcsen was in front of him that he realized his mistake, and without any coffee it still took a few moments to process.
“Son of a bitch.” Cezary rolled his eyes wondering how he ever thought it was the Medic he was looking for. He would’ve liked to grope a feel of her while waking her blonde ass up. Nadine was situated with her back on a tree and sleeping in a way that would likely put a kink in her neck. Cezary was about to just walk away, but then thought against it. He would be the guy that holds up the whole regiment and would be blamed for it prejudices aside, and she wasn’t worth that scrutiny.
Cezary put his rifle down and widened his stance so her legs could fit between his feet and stood over her as close as he could before opening the fly of his trousers. For the first time in his life a full bladder was actually good for something. He smirked at the unsuspecting animal before him being sure to pinch his dick slightly as the urine started coming so that it will come out full force from the get go. A little stinging would totally be worth her distress. He released the dam and it was seconds of pure pleasure for him as he watched her face cringe and scream. Nadine opened her eyes to witness Cezary waving his flaccid cock around peeing to get every part of her wet, and every part did. After realizing what was going on her pussy began to orgasm from the mistreatment, squirting wildly in her shorts and panties, moaning from the incredible sensation that flooded her like Cezary’s hot urine. Cezary obviously took the yelping moans and bodily convulsions as a sign of distress from his draining bladder. As the final ounces of waste fluid spilled out of his dick he moaned from the relief of losing all that excess weight.
“There, that ought to help with the smell.” As he spoke Nadine watched him tuck his swinging cock neatly into his trousers and was panting from her aftermath, the insult that the urine smelled better than her was not fazing her at all. “Regiment’s moving out now. Can’t leave the livestock behind.”
Cezary picked up his rifle again and strapped it to his shoulder before walking off. Nadine was completely drenched and urine was dripping from her hair. The once warm fluid began to chill from the forest’s breeze and she began to shiver. Her own perverse mind couldn’t help but imagine that this meant he owned her now. Nadine got up from her “bed” on shaking legs and strapped the her usual haul of equipment around her back before grabbing her own Imperial made rifle that she acquired the day she fell for Cezary. She decided against changing hoping that the sun will dry her out when it rises and was somehow relishing from the potential embarrassment of being figured out. Like a puppy she caught up to Cezary and followed closely behind him.
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May 7, 1935 – 1223 Hours, Kloden
Largo had on war paint, as did the rest of his crew, with stray branches and leaves stuffed into the straps of their armor to hide any hint of Gallian blue as they took vanguard for the entire Regiment. Their mission was to walk some thousand yards or so ahead of the company and mark clearings for the armor to get through and halt their advance should enemy positions or movement be seen. As such it seemed like another roadblock was hit, and ironically it happened to be a road halting the advance of the entire Regiment. Standing before an unreasonably sized tree Largo pulled a cigarette from his pack with his mouth and lit it before taking a long draw from it then sighing.
“That’s one big fuckin’ tree.” It astounded Largo that even if he were to lie down next to it the diameter of the impressive flora would still have him beat. Idly smoking he let the higher-ups do their job. Welkin and Varrot were both looking at the map strapped around his neck contemplating the existence of a road that shouldn’t exist. But here they were, standing on it. It was wide enough to quarter two tanks abreast, the Edelweiss, and Varrot’s personal tank the Golden Lily.
The Golden Lily was no more than the Gallian mass produced light tank, but with gold accents outlining the edges of the armor, hence its name. On the turret was a cross-legged pinup girl in Gallian blues sitting on a lily pad with her long black hair down and her head back. Her legs were bare and the regulation trench coat around her body was unbuttoned and all she wore. It was as if the very woman painted on the tank was there to tease you while exposing the gap between her breasts. Pinups painted on a tank were somewhat of a tradition for Gallian Armor Units, which made the already unique Edelweiss stand out more due to lacking such décor.
All of Squad 7, save for a fireteam sent out to scout some more, were holding defensive positions around the pair of exposed tanks while the only officers around contemplated their next move. All the waiting was making Largo a little anxious, that and he didn’t like Welkin being so close to Varrot. He decided enough was enough and walked up to the small party calling for his friend to sort of put Welkin in his place.
“So what’s the verdict Elle?”
Varrot was one to maintain transparency and willingly obliged to Largo’s curiosity while Welkin continuously contemplated possible routes for the road.
“The rest of the Regiment is going to remain on stand-by while we hold position here. This road didn’t exist a month ago and its heading to be seems pointing towards our mission goal.”
“Meaning it’s Imperial.” Largo concluded. His suspicions were confirmed. Taking another hit of his cigarette while Varrot carried on.
“All we can do is wait for the scouting party to return. The enemy is close and caution needs to be practiced in this situation.”
“Don’t worry, I recommended Catherine for the job because of her sharp eyes. She’ll get here with the info we need. How close are we?”
This time it was Welkin that responded.
“According to HQ we’re within five miles, but our estimates concluded little more than three miles away. It’s possible this steep mountain here is the only thing keeping us out of their line of sight.”
“That and this forest is thick as hell.”
“Seriously,” Rosie walked up now to get a SitRep of her own, “Enough with these god damned trees already. And doesn’t anyone else feel vulnerable just sitting here?”
“Quietly sour puss. Don’t want the rooks getting itchy fingers. Best not let the Imps know we’re here until we have to.” Largo eyed the squad to see if anyone had heard, but instead was greeted by movement in the woods.
“Contact!” Mica, which was closest to the shuffling of footsteps, shouted and raised his weapon to aim and fire.
“Hold your fire!” Largo didn’t want bullets going off while members of the squad were trying to spy on enemy positions. His warning had come too late, but luckily for everyone Mica’s gun jammed.
“Shit!” Mica swore while bashing the action of his gun.
“Rosie!” Alicia didn’t even have to finish before Rosie took off to intercept what appeared to be a lone Imperial soldier fleeing after being spotted.
“On it!” Rosie dove into the thick forest shrubbery and a thud from the impact followed. The bustling of branches followed suit and any idle members of the squad approached the point of contact with weapons drawn. No one was willing to shoot though until the victor was made clear. After what appeared to be a short fist fight in the bushes concluded only the sound of cicadas drowned the eardrums of every squad member.
“Rosie?” Alicia had one arm committing her rifle to the last known position of Rosie and the other signaling for the squad to hold its fire.
“Rosie, are you okay?” More movement erupted from the bushes and everyone that responded to the action stopped in their tracks. A few seconds later Rosie appeared with a porcavian piglet in her arms.
“Is this the enemy you spotted?” Rosie looked rather annoyed, and everyone that was holding their breath took a breath of fresh air before gathering closer to look at the rare wildlife before them. Welkin was overjoyed and giving the squad a lecture about the anatomy and behavior of porcavians.
“I swear that kid is something else.” Largo mumbled to himself as he pulled another cigarette to light.
“He certainly is.” Varrot was there to agree with her friend about the young lieutenant’s passion for wildlife and in the bedroom.
After agreeing to keep the porcavian Welkin let Marina take the piglet from his arms before she settled atop the Edelweiss with it held comfortably in her arms. It seemed that an Imperial convoy that came through previously also mistook the movement for an enemy and shot up the piglet’s mother and siblings. Not long after the piglet issue had been resolved Catherine and the small team that went with her returned from their recon mission. The team was made up of Aika, Vyse, Karl and the old vet herself. Welkin drew his map from around his neck and the leadership gathered up.
“What did you find?” Varrot jumped straight to business as usual.
“What we’re looking for.” Catherine began to announce her findings to the leadership, while the radio operator in Varrot’s tank was taking notes to relay the info to the mobile HQ, “A supply base occupied by a support battalion and two companies; one armor, one artillery.”
Welkin gave a pencil to Catherine and she began marking the positions on the map.
“The base is here, and the road forks here. On the left side of the fork is where the Armor Company lies while a substantial amount of artillery is housed on the mountain next to the base. They appeared to be packing for defense from both infantry and tanks. Most importantly however is a detachment, probably a platoon or two, which have taken up anti-armor defense across the lake. Other than that the right side of the fork is just riddled with roadblocks. Nothing is going to get pass there but infantry.” Catherine took a moment to recollect her thoughts while observing the map she just marked. “I think that’s just about it.”
“Thank you Catherine, get some water.” Varrot dismissed the Corporal and turned to her radio operator, “Did you get all that?”
After an affirmative response the former math major ran back into Varrot’s tank.
“Assuming the support battalion is packing heat we’re a little outnumbered here, aren’t we Elle?” Largo was the first to make comment about the new intel.
“Yes, but a support battalion will not likely be well trained for battle, just the very basics at most. The Edelweiss should be able to take on the armor at the satellite base stationed at the fork until our anti-armor infantry and tanks get close enough to do some real damage. The real threat is the artillery. The anti-armor from across the lake will pierce our side armor like butter, and the artillery next to the supply base likely has their guns fixed on the road. I hate to say this, but we may have to charge the infantry alone or risk blocking the road with immobilized tanks.”
“Don’t have to.” Welkin as usual formulated a master plan. “You see that?” Welkin motioned to the point Rosie had previously ran to tackle the piglet and everyone discussing the plan looked curiously.
“See what?” Alicia was the first to ask.
“An animal trail,” Welkin directed their attention back to the map, “Its heading is 076 which leads directly to the northern part of the lake where the anti-tank guns are located. I propose sending an infantry detachment ahead of the armor force to take the camp quietly, if possible. With four tanks on overwatch here,” Welkin circled a hilltop just south of the road, “we can distract the artillery while our main force makes the advance. Once it hits the satellite base the majority of our infantry can storm the mountain by following the road right while the remaining gives support to the armor while it spearheads the base.”
Largo, Varrot and Alicia let the plan soak in and tried to search for any flaws within it to the best of their ability, but with the discovery of an animal trail that leads straight to the garrisoned outfit just north of the lake changed a lot and neither could really refute it. Largo and Varrot had a silent conversation with their eyes before the both of them nodded.
“Can you organize half your Squad to take the animal trail?” Varrot’s questions still managed to sound like orders.
“Yes, ma’am!” Welkin dropped his casual demeanor and saluted her.
“You and I have the most frontal armor on our tanks and we’ll lead the charge to the armor base. I’ll get HQ and Echo Battery to take the hilltop and provide suppressing fire on the artillery positions. We’ll have to move quick before the enemy discovers our proximity to them. Move out!”
The members of Squad 7 around her began to move with purpose and Varrot expertly mounted her tank. With the info being brought in by the radio operator her and 3^rd Regiment HQ were able to formulate a solid plan and they got to work organizing the squadrons to their respective duties.
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May 8, 1935 – 04:46 Hours, Kloden Animal Trail
Alicia was leading half of the Squad through the thick of the woods on route to the garrison stationed north of the lake waiting for enemy armor and mechanized units like 3^rd Regiment to come rolling down the road only to be slaughtered. Rosie’s and Catherine’s crews made up the small task force sent out on the sneaking mission. The only exception was Mina Sellers, due to the fact that more medical staff was likely needed for the main assault force, as a result only Fina was there in case anyone met serious injuries.
The path almost perfectly followed along the shore of the lake which was placid enough to reflect the starry skies above and the dark clouds that accompanied them. As Alicia lead them ever closer to the Imperial garrison the water eventually began to reflect the lights of the encampment housing what appeared to be four guns situated along a network of sandbags. It was not Alicia’s first instance in an impeding battle, but her nerves were running wild despite the experience gathering on her résumé. It was unclear to her whether this was the same for everyone in the Squad, but she convinced herself it was her duty as the Squads NCO to not let any of these emotions show in her. She took a deep breath and focused on the task that Welkin trusted her with in order to gain control of the adrenaline saturating her body.
With a couple of movements of her hand the team behind her stopped in their tracks and went prone on the wet forest floor. With another wave Alicia beckoned Rosie and Catherine, along with the pair of binoculars that Catherine kept close. With only one pair to go around they took turns looking at the camp, using the flora and darkness to remain hidden.
“Three at each gun,” Alicia said as she passed the binoculars to Rosie, “Several more wandering about.”
“Eight to be exact,” Rosie took count as she took her time observing the base, “So around twenty active not counting the radio team, so twenty-two. Maybe.”
“Shit, that’s a little more than we anticipated. Will we be able to this quietly?” Alicia bit her lip wondering what it would mean for the main operational force if things had to start early.
“If it means going hot we may have to wait about a half hour before beginning,” Catherine was finally getting her input in as she looked through her trusty binoculars, “but we may not have to. The tent on the west side of the camp is large and provides good cover for an approach.”
Catherine handed the binoculars back to Alicia so that she could see what she was talking about before continuing.
“Sneaking up to the tent and cutting a hole can get most of us in and taking out the sleeping members with bayonets quickly and quietly. They’re using electricity for lighting, which means there’s a generator nearby, and we can take it out for a few short moments to lure most of the guard in while a few brave souls crawl up the bags to take out the men at the guns.” Catherine’s experience in missions like this came from the trenches of EWI when her squad would often be chosen to do night time raiding missions to blow up certain areas of the enemy trenches. A successful mission meant not a single soul was lost and the enemy didn’t know what hit them by the time the bomb went off…there weren’t many successful missions. “Of course it would have to be well timed.”
As Alicia imagined the motions of the infiltration team through the lens of the binoculars she couldn’t help but grow more respect for Catherine as she calmly and logically thought out a plan in mere moments. Rosie was more of the guns blazing type and would probably have favored going in hot, but that would have forced the main attacking force to commit to a rushed operation. Alicia on the other hand just found more flaws in herself as leader, she could have thought of that plan herself if not for the nerves of battle getting under her skin.
It’s alright, she thought, I can still make up for this. Alicia began to separate the team further with their goals preset before beginning the task. It was as Catherine said; everything needed to be time perfectly.
“We’ll have four gun teams. Cherry and Edy, you get the closest one. Ramona and Salinas, you get the furthest one. Jane and Aika will go for three, while Vyse and Nina go for two. Crawl up along the sandbags and stay quiet. The engineers will be on me and we’ll hit the comms and generator. Rosie and Cat, you’ll lead the rest into the tent and take care of things quickly. No one but the tent team strikes until the lights are out. Understood?”
From what Alicia could make out from the intense darkness that covered most the faces of the infiltration team was a solid nod from each member for affirmation. And without any further delay the teams began to expertly creep with hopes of taking the enemy by surprise. It was the teams heading to the gun emplacements that were the most vulnerable to discovery and they took extra precautions in remaining silent as they crawled just feet away from their enemies. The tent team on the other hand got to work quickly, they had to. If for whatever reason guns started going off they had to at least make sure a bulk of the enemy was gone.
It was relatively easy sneaking up to the tent due to all the guards patrolling the other side, it was clear that the Imperials had concluded the forest was too thick for anything to traverse. Rosie and Catherine each walked up to either end of the tent and pulled their bayonets to cut holes large enough to let everyone storm in with knives in hand. It had to be done quietly and before they could think to hesitate they thrust their blades into the throats of the sleeping soldiers before moving quickly to the next ones.
As Alicia and the engineers went around the tent they could hear the massacre unfolding inside. The air escaping the lungs of men, followed by their thick blood splashing onto the wooden foundation of the tent, the sound made them cringe as they continued ahead of the tent team and toward the sound of a ragnoline powered generator.
Alicia walked to the edge of the tent and saw two men manning the radio equipment under a canopy with the generator to her left along a steep rise that lead into the forest once again. It seems they didn’t want the sound of the pistons keeping them up nor interfering with radio contact. The young twin-tailed leader motioned for the engineers to go over to the generator, but Dallas stayed behind, obviously worried for her crush on taking the radiomen out alone. Dallas pulled out her bayonet to convey her intentions as silently as possible and all Alicia could do was nod. The young NCO couldn’t think of any logical reason as to why Dallas, or anyone, would want to kill men in such an intimate fashion. With the cold steel of their knives penetrating warm flesh, with the sounds of their breaths just inches from your ear, and the look of their faces burned into your retina. Alicia and Dallas walked up to the radio operators from behind with their knives drawn. The oblivious operators had headphones in their ears probably listening to music rather than performing their jobs at this hour. Seconds later the lights went out.

Two Imperials tasked with being guards for the last shift of the night were smoking a cigarette and had their helmets off when the lights went out behind them.
“Son of a bitch. Did Eugen forget to put fuel in the damn thing again?” The Imperial stomped out his cigarette and his buddy grabbed their flashlights.
“Doesn’t look like anyone is doing anything about it either.”
“Nope, just moaning and groaning as usual.” The commotion certainly did sound like complaints and people tripping about in the darkness.
“I’ll go check it out.” The Imperial named Heinz put his helmet back on and walked towards the camp with his flashlight in hand rather than his rifle. Since the situation had occurred once earlier this week he was not in any way concerned about the lights going out. At least not until he had walked quite a way into the base, and he was still the only one with a flashlight, it grew eerily quiet during his approach.
“Hello…” He started to sweep his flashlight across the base until it landed on a corpse with a bloodied Jane standing above it. The Imperial dropped his flashlight and began to pull for the rifle strapped to his back. In utter panic he dropped that too and searched frantically on the ground with his heart leaping from his chest too much to remember to scream. He was manhandled into a choker position with the breast plates of Jane’s armor pressed uncomfortably against his back as he struggled for breath.
“Hello.” Jane returned the greeting of the kind Imperial before breaking his neck. With the Imperial still in her arms she stabbed deeply into the neck of the young man and forced her bayonet across to the other side for good measure letting the blood spill on her. It was still warm obviously, and that got her going.
“Heinz!” The lone Imperial was shouting from the shadows that bordered the edge of the forest with his weapon drawn. He had heard the sound of his friend’s flashlight hitting the ground and the fighting that ensued shortly after. He pointed his flashlight towards the camp but a pile of two-by-fours and thousands of sandbags worked well to conceal the bodies and everyone else was hiding with hopes that the Imperial would be stupid enough to wander in so they wouldn’t have to shoot him.
With her back against a wall of two-by-fours and the dead Imperial still in her arms Jane contemplated her next move. The others were no doubt aware of the current situation and were also searching their minds for a solution that would not force any gunfire. It was unlikely that one stray gunshot would make every Imperial that could hear it suspect an attack, and knowing this Marina got her rifle ready. It was not her that solved this problem though, but Ramona, who had stormed the furthest gun with Salinas in tow. The two could have easily been mistaken as siblings with their looks alone.
The Imperial that was calling out to his friend was so focused on the location of his friends abandoned flashlight that he couldn’t hear the feathery footsteps of the scout when she swung her rifle from the barrel like a bat against the head of the Imperial. Still conscious the man pulled his gun up to aim at the young woman standing over him but had it kicked from his hands before he could pull the trigger. Salinas restrained the man but kept him alive.
“Alright, lights on!” Karl and Nadine were still beside the generator and flicked the lights of the base back on. Then Alicia continued to give orders, “Check the bodies, if any are still alive tie them up and bring them here. Fina tend to them as well.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Fina had mostly been an observer up until that point and started with the man Salinas restrained and tended to the wound on his head as he cursed obscenities at them; trying to make them feel ashamed for killing his friend. Jane didn’t have any cares whatsoever though, and argued with the Imp.
“Dallas…” Alicia had Dallas kneel before her so she could grab the phone piece of the radio with hands that shook involuntarily.
“DT-Alfa to HQ. Enemy AT guns have been neutralized. No casualties to report.” With the phone piece rested against her shoulder she cleaned her bayonet with a handkerchief.
“Roger that, DT-Alfa. Operation is set to begin at dawn marked for 06:00. Maintain defense positions until then and disable guns.”
“Set up defense, then check-in and destroy 06:00. DT-Alfa out.” After putting away her clean bayonet Alicia hung up the phone and sighed.
“Is everything alright, Miss Alicia?” Dallas was Alicia’s good friend and they certainly did their best to look out for each other no matter what.
“Yeah, just tired. Let’s get those charges set.” Dallas nodded and got to work right away with the other engineers.
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May 8. 1935 – 06:15 Hours, The Kloden Wildwood
During the early days of tanks there where many flaws within the overall design, some of which consisted of poor suspension and armament, as well as fumes from the engines being directly injected into the canopy of the vehicle. This lead to poor health and survivability of the crews as well as poor accuracy, but did this not conceal the fact that this new steel mount was more effective than anything to have ever come before it in one category; warfare. With ample infantry support and planning this weapon had proven to be invincible in a field that for many years before it only assured death either by lead or disease. Being only a sniper in the first Europan War, Varrot was praised as being one of the most effective killing tools outside of going over the top in a desperate attempt to pierce no man’s land. That was until she herself heard the stories of Divisions of steel beasts lead by the famous Belgen Gunther going across yards of fixed artillery without so much as a single scratch. Yet what should have taken decades of developmental research only took a couple years to improve, all of which was fueled by the flames of war. Varrot remembered the first time she had ever seen a tank, and was unfortunate enough to find that the first one she saw was not friendly.
It bore the crimson and charcoal gray of the Imperial flag and she and her company of infantrymen were helpless in stopping a platoon of these new iron mounts with the small arms they were issued. They were forced to flee the safety of their trenches and for thousands of yards fled the oncoming threat while it picked them off effortlessly with its unceasing fire. At that moment she had made peace with herself that those would be her final minutes of life. That was until a wall of blue Gallian steel came rolling in and shook the ground beneath her with the amazing power of their engines just like from the stories she heard. All of which were led by a single man with an eye patch bearing the name Gunther.
Varrot was drafted into the Gallian Militia from a young age while studying literature at the local college. Never before in her family line had anyone answered the call of House Randgriz to come to the defense of their homeland, at least not that she knew. But after surviving several years of warfare as an infantryman she swore to avenge the death of who she believed to be the only real love of her life, and she would not rest until that moment came. She continued her military career and instead of completing her studies in literature found herself studying the art of war at Lanseal thus effectively earning her commission. She would rise to the top of the ranks to get her chance at fulfilling her revenge at the head of a Gallian steel column. All of which was led by her, and beside her was a single man who also bore the name Gunther.
“All halt,” Varrot spoke into her comms and like a trail of ants following their queen the column of tanks maintained by 3^rd Regiment stopped as a unit on the road by her command. But Varrot was no queen either, nor royalty of any kind. No noble blood flowed within her veins and unlike many officers that could afford a unique tank to lead into battle she only commanded a standard issue one that had been modified to have heavier frontal armor. Using her binoculars from the safety of her copula she analyzed the situation ahead before finally giving the orders to go ahead with the planned operation.
“Echo Battery, begin bombardment! Edelweiss, target spotted due East. Fire!” There was a medium Imperial tank in the distance that was still too far to be fired at accurately by Varrot’s Golden Lily, but Lieutenant Gunther’s 88mm cannon was definitely within effective firing range, Even within the belly of beast Varrot was able to hear the bombardment from Echo Battery and most definitely the sound of the Edelweiss’ eighty-eight causing the unsuspecting medium tank to explode in a spectacular fashion. Following the opening fire stages of the operation was the sound of four other explosions from the north which meant that the detachment lead by Alicia had completely destroyed the AT cannons.
“Top gear towards the satellite base and cover the infantry with our armor.” Within seconds Varrot felt the jerk of the clutch switching from neutral to first and the column of tanks claimed by 3^rd Regiment raced towards the armored company’s checkpoint outside of the supply base. It seemed they had indeed caught them by surprise due to only one tank being operable while the others sat idly under a canopy in the forest.
Continuous fire from Echo Battery’s firing position on the hill housing Imperial artillery was keeping them in disarray and the lack of AT fire from their flank lead to a speedy Gallian advance. So far all was going according to plan. From Varrot’s experience that meant something wasn’t going according to plan, but that didn’t always mean the worst. As her gunner was taking aim at hunkered down lancers she scoured the battlefield from her copula to see what it was she was missing, but the sound of small arms fire striking the exterior of her tank was only making it harder to focus.

Jane sat against a wall of sandbags smoking a cigarette while watching the offensive take fold across the lake with a pair of stolen Imperial binoculars; as did everyone else in the fireteam. She was a little upset with the fact that she had neither Hannes nor Oscar to kill some time with and instead was smoking bact-to-back. She was even more upset knowing that those friends were killing Imps and she wasn’t. Their orders were to hold position and defend the encampment north of the lake. Of course she wasn’t the only one with an itchy trigger finger and others were more vocal about wanting to join the fight, particularly Vyse and Nina. They had spent the time since taking the camp trying to convince Alicia to try and stretch those orders a bit since the attack itself had run a little late. Jane was on the team that called for more killing, but was sure that Alicia would follow any orders to a tee no matter how degrading. She was stuck here, and chose to smoke.
Naturally, Jane chose to isolate herself from most of the other members of the squad. Especially the more conversational of them and as a result was found only feet away from another who did the same, Marina. The visually aloof sniper was leaning over the sandbag placement behind Jane aiming across the river. She was actively seeking targets from across the river, but without taking any shots despite many of the kills being well within her ability despite the distance. Jane was debating for a while now to ask and see what her story was, but figured nothing would come out of it except silence. It was clear Marina wasn’t there to talk, but rather chose the vicinity of Jane to avoid doing just that. So instead she just tapped out her cigarette on her bloody armor.
Jane got up from her improvised seat to find a place to pee without as much as a flinch from Marina. Jumping over the sandbag placement she thought to go behind the tent when gunshots erupted from the east and a bullet struck her shoulder plating knocking her back.
“Fuck!” Jane grabbed her shoulder to search the damage but it seemed she got lucky this time. Grabbing her SMG she crawled below the cover of the sandbags to the east where the rest of her crew was trying to shoot back. The battle just got a whole lot closer for the encampment team.
It was only a matter of time before no radio checks from the camp would arouse suspicion and the lack of AT fire on the attacking tanks across the lake would make it obvious that the camp was knocked out. The plan was that the attack would prevent any Imperials from taking action on it, but the delayed offensive must have granted them more time to gather an investigating force from the supply base. Jane was more often seen as audacious when it came to fighting imperials, but she wasn’t stupid, and continued her crawling until she got to the sandbags with her crew.
“They started shooting too soon!” Alicia was shouting to make the most of their gunfire, “We have them bottlenecked. I want all guns firing into that wash!”
A natural drain had formed from erosion that led excess water to spill into the lake, but as things were going Imperial soldiers were spilling from it in droves. It appeared that they had been using it as a path to and from the main base. Following their order all of the shock troopers from both crew sections rose to engage the incoming Imperials as they struggled to step over their dead and overrun the defending Gallians. What began as getting the jump on Alicia and her team quickly turned around due to poor planning by the Imperials. It was likely Varrot’s conclusion that these troops were part of a support battalion and not really trained beyond basics in terms of combat was true.
“Cherry! Edy! Salinas! You’re up. Run to the reeds in that area and get us some flanking fire. Theold! Get us a HE rocket at the mouth of that wash!” After giving her second wave of orders Alicia reloaded her rifle and shot more rounds at the oncoming enemy.
“I’ll shove a HE up their ass alright.” Theold pulled a lance payload from his munitions bag and pulled a safety cap from it after mounting it on this weapon. “Cover me will ya!”
With him being prepped to fire the rest of the team dropped a new wave of bullets and Theold launched the HE rocket at the persistent Imperials. It was the slowest moving round of the barrage but still the most devastating. Hitting the ground at the mouth of the draw the rocket launched both dead and living Imperials a dozen feet into the air, many of them separated from their limbs. The Imperials that were about to rush in after that wave turned around and headed back up the wash and away from the Gallian squad.
“That’ll do it.” Alicia was satisfied with that, but was too late in stopping everyone else from counter-attacking the Imperials immediately afterwards.
“After me, kiddos!” Rosie motioned to her crew and every one of them cheered and rushed forth with some coming from Catherine’s Squad as well.
“Dammit! Cat?” Alicia turned to the crew chief that hadn’t started charging the enemy right away along with the handful that controlled the impulse to chase the fleeing imperials.
“Don’t worry. We’ll hold the base.” Catherine assured Alicia that their orders will still be met and urged her to go on with offensive.
“Thanks.” Alicia ran into the wash and passed a dismembered imperial screaming in agony along the way.

One of the reasons why Maximilian held General Radi Jaeger’s insight to such high esteem was because he was the true mastermind behind the invasion of Gallia, both on the political field and the battlefield. Maximilian was not a military commander, and was why Selvaria was the one to command his direct armies as a vanguard for him. Gregor on the other hand mostly excelled in lightning tactics against conventional armies and was therefore vital in Jaeger’s grand strategy. Jaeger was the sole advisor when strategy was at play, and had a contingency for nearly every possible outcome in the war against Gallia. He had hoped that they would have fallen to Imperial rule by now, not just for the sake of his homeland regaining sovereignty, but because he feared the final contingency plan that Maximilian had him prepare. A final plan only made possible by Maximilian’s true fortes; business, power and the Valkyrian legends. Together they were the Triumviri; a team of commanders that should’ve been unstoppable. Yet a well-trained Gallian army, with a surprisingly well-trained militia to back them, was certainly slowing them down.
Jaeger’s excellence in preplanning war was why when he arrived at Kloden, only to find that the Imperial supply line was about to be overrun, he didn’t care. There was already another line ready to take its place, and instead focused on vacating the stores of all weaponry and munitions instead. Competent armies or not, there would be no strategic victory by the Gallians this round. Not angered or worried he instead put his thoughts into wondering how a force large enough to attack all four supply bases scattered across Kloden simultaneously managed to pierce the frontlines; an impressive feat by anyone’s standards, especially in the art of intelligence gathering. All he had left to do was marvel at the information as it came through the radio inside his tank.
“Enemy forces are rushing the hill south of the base!” The voice came in choppy from his headset as he sat above his copula.
“That makes us completely surrounded then. Save for our exit.” Pressing the microphone on his neck he made a quick inquiry, “How goes the storage clearing?”
“We have word that transportation of all storage materials has been complete from all bases.”
“Alright, then all forces retreat, I’ll take it from here.” It would be a strategic victory for the Empire despite the Gallian attack. It would utterly accomplish nothing and the war was far from over. With the evacuation of materials complete Jaeger decided to set his sights on a few enemies before safely exiting the area. His Fhiraldan honor was at stake after all.

The majority of Gallian infantry were coming in from the north passageway and from the south clearing the remaining artillery batteries that were stationed there for defense. This left the armor of 3^rd Regiment with little to no infantry support as they advanced slowly but effectively up the main road leading to the Supply Base. That was until the tank leading the advance got its tracks blown off by an AT mine forcing a nervous Claudia and a collected Isara to repair it while Welkin fired a machine gun mounted to the Edelweiss down the road. Luckily it seemed that most of the enemy counterattacks had ceased.
“What’s your status, Edelweiss?” Under the controlled burst of machine gun fire Welkin heard the call from HQ on his headset.
“Still conducting repairs, should be five more minutes.” It sounded like a quick fix, but Welkin knew that it was an eternity while a battle was ensuing. They wouldn’t wait up for them.
“We have word that the AT mines have been cleared. We’re sending 3^rd Squadron’s armor ahead of you. Provide cover if able.”
“Roger, Edelweiss out.” Rather than provide active cover against the retreating Imperial forces Welkin watched resignedly as 3^rd Squadron rounded the Edelweiss and reached for his canteen to pour some water on his head. The refreshing sensation of water running down his spine forced him to release a deep breath.
“What’s she looking like, Is?” Upon hearing Welkin’s question the young Darcsen shot her head up from the tracks of the vehicle.
“Oh, it’s done. Sorry, Welks. I got caught up making other adjustments.”
Yep, Welkin thought, they were definitely siblings. He laughed and put up his canteen.
“It’s fine. Hurry on then, we have to provide support to Squad 3.”
“Um…” Claudia had been helping with the repairs, but the remainder of her squad was charging the hill south of the base and she didn’t want to be left alone, “What about me?”
“You can hop in here too.”
Claudia looked nervously at the steel beast before struggling to climb up the schürzen and into the hatch above the turret. Largo had warned her previously to stay away from the Edelweiss because she had been known to cause bad luck in his crew and thus earning her the nickname Black Cat. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter this time and boarded the Edelweiss reluctantly. Upon entering she quickly discovered that she wasn’t the only stowaway.
“Let me guess, you’re the latest catch?” Ellet was there looking periodically out the gunner’s reticle while taking notes.
“Don’t mind her.” Welkin sat Claudia down on a chair right of the guns breech and disabled the tanks auto-loader, “You can be the designated loader for now. Is, bring us forward. Slowly.” After getting everything situated inside the tank he opened the hatch of his copula and monitored their progression carefully to avoid hitting another mine. When the Edelweiss did eventually catch up to squads 3 and 4 he was greeted by a scream through his headset before the piercing explosion of tank fire popped his ears. As if time itself had slowed Welkin observed a shell pierce the frontal armor of one of squad 3’s tanks before an explosive force so powerful forced the turret to fly off its bearings dozens of feet into the air. A jet of fire fueled by the ammunition stored in the tank shot up from the now vacant turret section as the turret itself impacted the ground hard enough to send dirt flying in all directions.
“New contact, bearing zero-eight-zero! Distance, one hundred yards! Opening fire!” The three remaining tanks ahead of the Edelweiss fired at the Imperial monstrosity guarding the gates of the Supply base. One round was short and shot up dust while the others ricocheted of the hull and turret of the new tank respectively. Welkin used his binoculars to observe if any of the shells from the 75mm guns on the light tanks managed to make a dent but to no avail.
“Claudia! Load APCR!” Welkin shouted into the hatch as he gave Isara radio instructions so the Edelweiss could get a clear shot at the new threat. Claudia on the other hand didn’t know what APCR was and looked perplexingly at the multitude of tank shells inside the ammunition storage. Not wanting to distract or disappoint her Squad leader she settled for pulling out a round that seemed strong enough and put it into the breech.
“Gun’s loaded!”
“I’ll take it from here,” Ellet took control of the turret and readied the aim of the gun.
Another volley of fire came from the Gallian tanks with one of them seeming to have done some damage but without taking out the crew or disabling the vital functions of the enemy tank. The Imperial armor took time to load to compensate for the bigger gun, but spared no time in firing another round once it was loaded and shot clean through the turret of one of Squad 4’s tanks, effectively putting it out of commission for now. By this time the Edelweiss rounded the immobilized tanks and took aim while the enemy was reloading.
“Fire!” Following Welkin’s command a blast from the Edelweiss’ main gun uplifted dirt from the hastily built Imperial road and the shell struck its target.
The Lupus was hit on the hull and took out Jaeger’s radioman and injured his loader. The Imperial general took a careful look out his copula and was very impressed with what he saw.
“That one has a much bigger gun.” He stroked the hair on his chin while contemplating his next move, “Fire on another light and pull out.”
“Yes sir!” The Imperial gunner shot the loaded round and tore the tracks and corresponding gears off the tank in his sights. This had successfully created a roadblock the Edelweiss could not go around and would prevent the Gallians from chasing down the vacating supplies further down the road. After a rough shifting of gears the Lupus went full reverse out of the base and got a safe distance before exposing its back to the enemy line.
“There isn’t any way through, Welks.” Isara was trying to search for routes around the roadblock ahead but couldn’t find anything that wouldn’t get the Edelweiss stuck or rip her tracks off again.
“All right, don’t pursue. Let’s see if anyone survived and help with repairs.” Welkin ripped off his headset and ejected his person from the Edelweiss and towards the tank with a big hole in its turret. As it turns out some of the crew did survive in the last two tanks to be shot, but the first one had continued to burn for hours later. No survivors and the tank completely out of commission. Meanwhile at the supply base more realizations began to unfold after most of the squad met up and radioed in some bad news.
“They up an’ left.” Largo was having a cigarette with his entire crew while they rummaged what the Empire saw no value in taking. Most of what was left behind was broken parts and other knickknacks that seemed randomly strewn about in the mostly empty warehouse.
“This guy left his letters to home here,” Montley tore open envelopes and scanned their contents for anything that seemed worthwhile.
“Anything good?” Walter asked as he threw random tools behind him as he dug through a crate.
“Nah, just bad poetry about some girl named Mal.”
“Anything dirty in it?”
“Nope!” Montley threw the stack of letters aside and continued to dig through the box assigned to him.
“Now hold on, I found something.” Coby pulled an old revolver that was standard issue to Imperial cavalry back before the First Europan War.
“Found yourself a relic, Gramps?” Largo recognized the old piece but found little interest in it.
“A keeper if nothing else.” Coby stuffed the old gun into his belt and continued to search for any goods he might find. At least until he caught site of Freesia taking a chug from a clear glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. “What the hell is that?!”
The rest of the crew looked towards Freesia and Gina. The two flirtatious girls were drinking out of their clear bottles instead of going through their box. Freesia continued to drink out of it for a few seconds more before voicing her content with a satisfied release of breath and answering her comrades smugly.
“The jackpot.”
The rest of the crew stumbled over to them and found the loot they didn’t know they were looking for. It was a crate full of white liquor holding thirty more of the bottles that Freesia and Gina were drinking out of. Just as everyone was about to dive into the crate the Regiment S4 walked in and they hurriedly hid the stash before snapping to attention.
“What’re you guys doing here?! You’re to leave everything you found in here until the Regimental Staff Officers look through it. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Largo answered for the entire crew.
“Squad 7, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re to report back to the garrison across the lake and defend it. We’re holding this base until new orders come in. And hurry it up; I don’t want to see you in here when I return!”
“Yes, sir!”
As quickly as he stormed in he left.
“Stuff as much as you can inside your uniform and bug out.” Largo gave the orders to his crew and they followed. As they left the base they watched carefully for any snooping eyes that might snitch and headed to their destination.
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May 8, 1935 – 21:16 Hours*, Gallian Occupied Supply Base
*A/N: I use online sources to come up with the times of this composition relative to Paris given the date. This seems a little late for sunset in my part of the world, but from cross-checking I can see that this is an accurate time. I use Paris because I imagine it shares the same latitude as our fictional Gallia, or at least close.
The attack on the supply base by 3^rd Regiment ended sometime during mid-afternoon, allowing for several hours of resting and guarding the new position in between then and now. However between those hours a great majority of the leadership had to gather around to prepare for the next phase of Kloden; rendezvousing with the remaining regiments and breaking back across the lines before the Empire could organize a counterattack. All of the regimental leadership stood in the office of an Imperial officer that once ran the base, save for the few that didn’t make it. Squadron 8’s CO had died from his wounds when crossing the enemy lines and Squadron 3’s CO burned alive in her tank after the magazine ignited. This meant that the next in chain-of-command took charge of the squads, namely the NCOs of each outfit. It was a temporary fix until they returned to Fort Amatriain to replace the fallen officers. It was these absentees and the Regimental HQ officers that had yet to arrive. This meant Varrot was out for now too, so no actual meeting was taking place…yet.
Welkin was in the room as well, he decided it would be best to grab a seat and get some shut eye before the meeting started. He had arrived early to deliver his after action report on his squad’s current condition, which had to be written in pen since no typewriters were available for use. This meant that when they did make it back across the lines that he would have to sit down and write everything all over again. Not that he minded it. It was actually his favorite part of the job, making him a rarity in the officer’s lounge. Alicia was likely to be taking care of things with the squad for now and was sure to have gotten some sleep herself during these long hours after the action. Being a soldier was unique in this way, some of the longest moments in your life are in battle, but battle itself felt instant between the even longer moments of the experience; waiting for the next battle, especially when sleep was missing in between. Welkin had but half an hour to his dreams when the door slammed open from the regimental staff officers finally entering the room with Varrot following behind them. On base it was a formality to jump to attention, but on the field of battle it was just enough to give the higher ups your attention.
“There has been a change of plans,” Varrot had rolled open a map of Gallia on the impressive desk inside the office; “We are still to meet up with the rest of the 2^nd Armored and continue operations. We’ll be doing that here.”
Varrot had paused momentarily with her finger on the map to allow all the people in the room to see the next destination. But the pause was also in part due to the next piece of information she would have to share with them despite their hard work up until this point.
“Our objective after rendezvousing will be to investigate rumors of Imperial activity in Barious.”
“Wait, what?!” As usual Faldio, who was standing right beside Welkin, was the first to object. And with him the rest of the officers followed suit making the noise in the room elevate beyond comprehension. “We’re already behind enemy lines. Isn’t it endangering us further to just dig deeper into the lion’s den?”
“We have no supplies for that kind of trip!” Another officer argued, “We’ll run out of ammo or starve before we make it back to Amatriain!”
“We’ve gathered what food supplies the Imperials left here and it is safe, as well as stocked up on Imperial weaponry that will come in handy before we run out of munitions.” Varrot was trying to use logic to ease the worries of the leadership, but they still refused to quiet down completely.
“We have at least thirty Imperial prisoners, are we expected to just drag them along? We need to return to our lines or die by knives in our throats along the way!”
It was unclear who shouted the last complaint about the trip, but the idea of being killed by enemy prisoners caused paranoia to spread and more excuses for skipping the task at Barious. Welkin was unsure of what to say or do, but his faith in Varrot allowed him to stay silent while he contemplated the options to himself despite the headache inducing racket coming from the small crowd of displeased officers. Varrot was completely in control of the situation though; she had told the other members of the Regimental HQ to stand by while the Squadron leaders hashed it out for a little while. Of course it was just like her to plan everything through, including what to say that will make them all shut up. In the middle of the juvenile debate between the scholarly lieutenants Varrot locked eyes with the only one that remained silent, Welkin. There was no doubt in her mind that he was making the same solutions in his mind that she did just moments ago.
“And what if they escape?! They will inform their comrades of our intentions and we’ll be ambushed!”
“They have all been executed.” As Varrot expected this died down the complaints and focused the attention of the room back to her. Her nonchalant tone on the matter only seemed to improve its effectiveness. “By my orders.”
She had them lined up after being searched of any valuables or mementos that they might want sent back to the Empire and used Faldio’s squad to eliminate them behind his back. Of course he was already in this room and as she came here she ordered them to be laid aside for whoever would come back to grab them. Varrot was by no means an amateur in war, but many of the Squadron leaders were. She knew the revelation that she would order such a thing would hit them hard enough to calm down and continue with the mission briefing. There was only one Imperial she really wanted dead, but at times like this it was easy to just pretend that all of them were him, the one that killed her Fredric. She wasted no time in continuing the briefing.
“Anyways, onto Barious.” She pulled out a pencil to start marking the map, “We’ll have to make use of the night and get as far away from these troop concentrations in Kloden as quickly as we can. For that we’ll need to leave as soon as possible, giving us limited time here, so listen closely.”
Welkin stood up for the first time since the meeting began and pulled out his personal journal, as did many other of the officers, to take notes on what was going to be a much longer deployment then they thought. Only this time it would be to investigate troop movements on an enemy that they weren’t sure were there.
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Author's note: As always, thanks for reading. Remember any ideas of future scenes and sequences are welcome either on the forum link or on the review part of this story. I hope to keep you entertained.
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