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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“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.” -JPR
I’m just calling myself out on my own bullshit before anyone else can do it. Lolz. Though it is the internet, so I’m sure someone might still do it if they’re bored enough. Considering how little of anything happens in this chapter of the game there really isn’t any excuse for why this installment took a lot longer to post than many of the previous ones, rather than the fact that I’m just a bad writer. At least it’s here now and I can hopefully entertain a couple people with this new work. I even failed to add to the forum page for the last chapter. But I will definitely add something. Like an updated Squad 7 Roster with all the bad nicknames I came up for people. As per most things in this story that’s subject to change if a few of you tend to disagree with the stuff I write.
In this chapter I really wanted a lot of erotic sequences, so there are a lot of those. It came to the point that I started to believe that maybe I was putting way too much and had to stop myself. So there is probably a very obvious shift from play-time to serious-time within this chapter. This was in response to the latest review I received from Sef. When I had read this review I was like, “What’re you talking about? Alicia gets laid almost every chapter.” Only to read some of my old work and …. yeah, definitely been a lack of Alicia lately. I had meant to add a Welkin scene here too, but I came to worry about the inclusion of too many erotic scenes before I got to it. Strangely it’s the erotic stuff that takes the longest for me to write.
So in this chapter we get a very slutty Alicia, and a few other random sexual encounters that probably have no place in the story progression. Lolz.
I also took it upon myself to go ahead and introduce Ramal Valt Officially and Karl Oswald. Both are characters from the anime. Karl is technically in the game but goes by a different name. He is the engineer present in the “Behind Her Blue Flame” dlc, they just changed his name for the anime and gave him a differnet background story. I will be following his game counterpart more closely. As for Ramal, I will use his anime persona since that’s all that really exists to go by. As usual, suggestions are always appreciated either in the review section or the forum page here:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/?tab=comments#comment-418557
Anyways, I think I’m approaching that word limit. So I’ll just stop here.
Without further ado, I present “A Desert Encounter”…
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May 8, 1935 – 21:20 hours, Outside Gallian-occupied Lake Garrison
One of the downsides of Squad 7 being stationed at the lake outside of the main base, where there was currently a meeting of upper brass going on, was the unfortunate realization that they were stationed away from the showers housed in said base. Showers that happened to still be functional after the Imperial retreat. Fortunately however, there was a source of fresh water nearby and many of the members of the squad had packed up soap for the trip to Kloden. Privacy was something that many members of Squad 7 were robbed of since joining the Militia and those that desired the luxury had gone to find vegetation that blocked the view of potential onlookers. So those who desired a quick bath, which was pretty much everyone, left in packs of threes and fours throughout the afternoon to assure that the recently occupied base had enough guards should an unlikely Imperial counterattack take place. If all had gone according to Alicia’s plan, the entire squad save for her and Welkin would’ve bathed before sunset, but Welkin was busy and no one apparently believed in “quick” baths. Who could blame them? It had been a week since any of them last saw a shower head, and since then dirt and blood had accumulated in large quantities on their persons. So no; all had not gone according to Alicia’s plan, and it was much later than she had anticipated for her bath.
Under the glow of twilight Alicia scooped up the cold lake water to rinse off the remaining soap suds from her nude body and returned to the lake’s shore to find her towel. Bathing is a unique time for many individuals, who often find themselves thinking of seemingly random topics during this precious alone time, and the topics on Alicia’s mind were love and war. It had unnerved her to find that she had a growing anxiety about going into battle, particularly earlier today when she led half of the squad into the very camp they were to sleep in tonight. She wanted to be strong for those she led, and concluded the anxiety was only growing due to her lack of sex with Faldio recently. Alicia couldn’t remember the last time her and Faldio had gotten together to relieve these urges, and she was convinced that Faldio had been sleeping with another within his squad. Not that Alicia could blame the new vixen for wanting to keep his massive cock to herself. It was the reason why she had made the bathing plan with her and Welkin coming last on the list, so she could relieve this pent up sexual and potentially life-threatening tension. If Faldio could sleep around; then so could she. Besides, it’s not like they ever called their arrangement “official” or anything. Alas she was drying herself, and not being dried by the warm hands of a man. This didn’t mean she was going to let this stress continue any further without some sort of relief though.
After completely drying herself she laid down on her towel and spread her legs. She lubed her fingers with saliva before forcing them in her dampening cunt and fantasized about the rough, soapy, and sensual bath she could’ve had with Welkin. This fantasy would eventually end with a sperm bath only capable of coming true within Alicia’s imagination. As she got increasingly more into it a moan escaped her lips and got caught in the ear of a passerby, a young shock trooper from Catherine’s crew named Alex.
Alex had been scouting the shores of the lake, by Alicia’s own order, to search for any members of Squad 7 that had still been bathing. Luckily for him, he had found Elysse and Ramona still bathing and caught a glimpse of their nubile bodies covered in soap as he told them to finish up and head back to camp. It seemed his luck didn’t end there though, and followed the sounds of Alicia’s pleasure to catch her masturbating in the dim light of the retreating sun. The sight of Alicia arching her back and both hands playing tirelessly with her pussy was enough to send his seventeen year-old dick to full mast. Doing what came naturally to him Alex began to climb a tree, a favorite pastime of his. It was his vain attempt to grab a better view of the free show that Alicia was unknowingly providing him. After finding a perch that was good for overlooking the unsuspecting pigtailed Sergeant he pulled his dick out and began tugging furiously. He was hoping that he could spray her with his seed and scram before she ever caught sight of him. If he accomplished this goal he would tell his male comrades of his feat, a successful marking of his territory, and the first to do it.
It was no secret among the members Squad 7 that Alicia, the squad’s highest ranking NCO, was an object of desire to every man in the Regiment that preferred a woman to warm his bed. Alex was certainly no exception to this fact, and was on the verge of cumming all over Alicia’s tight body from above within seconds, especially after already catching Ramona’s nude form just minutes earlier. But before the blond shock trooper could release his hot load he lost grip of the branch he was using to keep balance and fell flat on his back just mere feet from Alicia, who yelped in surprise. Alex had knocked the wind from his lungs and laid still in an attempt to catch his breath. Alicia on the other hand was in heat and stared ravenously at Alex’s erect dick. Putting her in a predicament she had never wanted to be in.
Upon discovering that she would take a leadership role in the militia Alicia swore to herself that she would never sleep with her subordinates in an effort to maintain some sort of legitimacy and influence within the squad. However it was hard for her to care about any of that when she was seconds from climaxing a moment ago, and as if the Valkyria heard her prayers, graciously blessed her with a hard cock to stir her insides with. Before Alex had enough time to regain his bearings, Alicia pinned him down and rubbed her clit along his rigid shaft. Alex, who had been recovering his breath, had even more trouble doing so due to the surprising urgency of Alicia’s actions. He had expected a free show, but never in his life had he thought that the very girl of his dreams would willingly pleasure him with her sex. It was an invitation. Despite her needs Alicia was not going to rape the young man, but instead tempt him with the tantalizing sensation of her wet cunt on his dick, and made sure that every motion of her pussy pulled the skin of his cock with it. In his thoughts Alex unceremoniously switched his plans from cumming as quickly as possible to lasting as long as possible; it was all he could do to make sure his first time would last and not fade before he could enjoy it. Alicia caught the sudden flash of commitment in his eyes and took it as sign as approval from his end, not that any man had refused her before.
“Such a greedy boy,” Alicia breathlessly moaned into Alex’s ear, “Did you plan keeping this cock all to yourself? I thought you liked sharing.”
Alicia was just trying to prod his buttons by emphasizing his younger age and had no idea what she figured the boy to be like. After all he had only become a member of Squad 7 recently. She hoped this fact would prevent any rumors of her sleeping with him from coming to light and dismissed for nothing more than teenage fantasy.
“Sharing,” Alex was nodding with excitement, “Yeah, I love sharing!”
“Really? That’s good; stay still for big sis then.” She spoke to him like a mother would a baby, but with very heavy sexual undertones that resonated within Alex’s teenage urge to reproduce. He had always imagined being on top during his first time, but decided not to press his luck if it meant losing his virginity now and let Alicia do the lifting.
Alicia’s first instinct was to kiss the boy while grabbing his dick and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. The tip of his warm shaft poking at her salivating slit sent shivers up her spine and the inviting lips of her snatch trembled with the anticipation of being filled. Alex, who was ready to go, tried forcing his way inside her with a series of ill timed thrust as she teasingly retreated her pussy each time he tried. Alicia was busy undoing the top half of his uniform so that she could have something nice to look at too. It wasn’t fair to her that she was in the nude and he wasn’t, plus it was a rare opportunity when she got to play the dominate role. It wasn’t long before she was able to put her hands on his bare chest and feel the intensity of his heartbeat through her hands. The fact that she was the one making his heart explode from his chest was all the more exciting for Alicia and couldn’t wait any longer.
Alicia broke her kiss with Alex and erected her body upright over his dick before relieving her legs of her weight and letting gravity force his virgin cock into her in one fluid motion. Alex cried out in pleasure as the tight folds of Alicia’s wet pussy mantled his dick like a glove and quivered around him. Biting his lip and curling his toes he fought the urge to cum in vain. Immediately after penetration he grabbed Alicia’s hips and unloaded the contents of his balls into her womb with impressive force. So impressive that it forced Alicia to climax as well. Alicia was obviously no virgin, but the time she spent masturbating before Alex’s arrival almost had her reach orgasm, and the hot seed filling her insides during an unusual moment was enough to send her over. Alicia rode out her climax as best she could knowing full well that this could be the end of her sexual encounter with the new recruit. Even after Alex had finished the walls of her pussy were still trying to milk him of anything that couldn’t complete the trip down his penis. Eventually her high came down and she laid herself on him. Alex was careful not to let his dick slip out so that she remained plugged with his jizz swimming her insides and took the opportunity to savor the feeling of her breasts pressed against his.
“S-sorry, I really am. This never happens.” Alex was quick to apologize and fib for his lackluster performance. He certainly didn’t want news of this to spread. Alicia was no stranger to the ego of a man though and didn’t want this experience of Alex’s to spoil all his future prospects. Especially after he was there to give her just what she wanted.
“Sorry?” Alicia began to pull Alex’s softening cock with her pussy in hopes to get it going again, “You mean it wasn’t your plan to cum in me at the very start?”
It wasn’t his plan to impregnate her at all, but now that he was in the position he was trying to see if he could. Not to mention her gentle cowgirl style of intercourse was beginning to get the new recruit’s loins throbbing again with ideas of marking Alicia as his eternally by making his child grow in her. After all it sounded like she was more turned on by the fact than he was. His dick rapidly came back to life and he began to meet her gyrating hips with controlled thrusts from his.
“Mmm… No.” Alex answered his superior’s earlier inquiry of impregnation, “the plan was to do it at the very end.” The young blond felt a twitch from the Alicia’s pussy as he announced his false intentions. Having just felt the pleasures of cumming inside a woman for the first time made him very sensitive to the movement of her hips and it wasn’t long before he sat up and met her thrusts with his. Alex embraced her gyrating for by the shoulders and with all the strength he could conjure he forced her sex onto his. The tip of his cock playfully kissing the entrance of her cervix.
Gravity pulled the spent seed of earlier from Alicia’s womb and lubricated the ever increasing speed of their lustful motions. Alex began to feed on Alicia’s succulent nipples getting her to throw her head back and feel her hair brushing naturally against his arms. He was determined not to let himself cum too quickly this time, at least not after making her squirm, and he was doing pretty well. Alicia was both delighted and surprised by his newfound vigor and was not able to do much more than run a hand through his soft blond hair while he made liberal use of her breast and pussy. She eventually dove her face into his hair to consume its intoxicating scent between moans. Leave it to one of the ‘neat freaks’ of Squad 7 to have refreshing smelling hair despite the heat, dirt and blood they endured on the battlefield.
Alicia pondered about the last time a partner had sucked her nipples before realizing it had not happened since living in Bruhl and this brought her memories of home. Growing up as an orphan she never had much in the way of money but was able to acquire it by selling herself and these sexual acts eventually grew on her. Never had it proved more valuable as a way to earn money than during the time she was in an apprenticeship as a baker. It got her through the unusually tough monetary demands of her master and was just a test away from gaining her license before the war broke out. Since her relationship with Faldio started it had just been him fucking the lights out of her, and she certainly didn’t mind it, but a nice getaway like this was good from time to time. Little did she know this pleasant experience was about to end.
She finally rose her head from Alex’s hair and turned to her left to see and raging boner being stroked with a feminine hand that wasn’t hers. The cock belonged to Vyse, who had his hands on his hips, and embracing him from behind was Aika, who was licking her childhood-friend's neck while rummaging his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Aika paused to whisper in Vyse’s ear just loud enough for Alicia to hear.
“Your protégé took initiative, unlike mine.” She was referring to Alex versus Fina, who they both claimed were under their wings when it came to maturing them and leading them to the life of adventure.
“What can I say!? I knew he had it in him!”
“Vyse!?” Alex finally realized they were not alone, as most of his concentration was in not ejaculating right away.
“Make room, Alex! And don’t stop!” Vyse was ready to join the action and Alex didn’t mind his friends jumping in so long as he could continue to melt inside Alicia.
Before Alicia could object Aika grabbed her head and shoved Vyse’s dick in her mouth from behind him. Vyse remained composed, but Aika gasped aloud as if it was her own cock being had in the promiscuous baker’s mouth. Coming to the realization that rumors of her sleeping with members of the squad wouldn’t be contained, she did what she knew how to do and sucked Vyse’s cock. At least if she tried her best here it would make those rumors worth hearing; not to mention she now had another use for her hands beside rummaging Alex’s hair.
Seeing that Alicia was not fighting being used like a forest nymph found by horny mercenaries, Aika began to rip the clothing from Vyse’s torso while their sergeant desperately tried to suck the cum from his balls. After removing th top of his uniform with ease she got down on her knees and carefully extracted his trousers down so that she would not interrupt Alicia’s skilled fellatio. She wanted Vyse to get the full ‘Alicia experience’ after all. Vyse and Aika had originally wandered into the forest when they had concluded that Alex was taking too long fulfilling his orders and decided to check up on him. Not to mention that Fina had practically begged them to do so even though they felt Alex was just fine and probably found some tree to climb. After ten minutes or so of walking they found that Alex was indeed doing just fine and didn’t want him to be the only one in the squad bragging about being the first to take Alicia. They were the ones that brought the adventurous life to him, and just like he truthfully admitted to Alicia earlier, Alex loved sharing.
After stripping Vyse of is pants, Aika massaged his balls from behind and forced her tongue into his ass trying to stimulate the hidden prostate. This time Vyse couldn’t keep his composure, because unlike Alicia, Aika knew his sweet spots. The two had been doing this for a long time. It had started in their early years when they went off together to discover a creek that had been previously unknown to the locals and decided to jump in it nude as a means to celebrate. Those humble beginnings eventually evolved into the beneficial friendship they had today. They had traveled the world not just bedding each other and risking a child of their own on the daily, but also doing the same with strangers from every place they visited. Despite only being seventeen, Aika was sure that Vyse had left several babies behind, each one she was his wingman for.
“Holy shit!” Vyse’s knees buckled slightly and instinctively forced his cock all the way into Alicia’s mouth which pushed well past the tonsils creating a bulge in her neck. Alex, who happened to be kissing her neck at the time, felt the windpipe expand and her pussy spasm around him.
Alex had to stop fucking while she climaxed or else he would have blown another load into her fertile baby-maker much sooner than he wanted. It wasn’t long before Alicia began to gag and her whole body was spasming in an effort to grab the oxygen it was being robbed of. It wasn’t until he saw her eyes rolling back and eyelids closing that Vyse pulled out his dick, granting her a much needed breath.
“Oh, fuck. Aika… you should warn the both of us next time.” Vyse motioned to the coughing Alicia who was still trying to catch her breath.
“That wouldn’t be any fun, Babe. Now, let’s keep this show going.”
Aika pulled Alex from behind and forced him to his back. Untying the laces of her militia issued shorts she was able to effortlessly remove them and reveal her thigh high stockings and panties-less undercarriage before sitting on Alex’s face. It wasn’t long before his tongue began to explore the sweet nectar that she was excreting from her cunt and she started gyrating her hips on his skull to stimulate her clit. Meanwhile Vyse came up behind Alicia, who was very much numb after her last orgasm, and wasn’t going to receive time to rest. Vyse used his body weight to force her forward into Aika’s inviting breasts and spit on her asshole. Alex’s dick was still fucking her cunt so it didn’t leave Vyse with too many options other than where to cum. As he began to force his impressive dick into the star shaped opening of her rectum Alicia jump started back to life with a loud scream. Immediately Aika rushed her open mouth to one of her nipples in an effort to quiet her down, they didn’t want anyone thinking she was under Imperial attack or anything serious.
Aika’s body was doing an excellent job at keeping both Alicia and Alex quiet. Alicia never had two dicks at once penetrating her lower regions and the sensation of both thrusting wildly in her while forced to feed from another woman’s breast was more than she anticipated. Her pussy was no stranger to sex, but her behind was lacking in that regard, so Vyse’s cock was literally forcing her insides out everytime his hips retreated for another powerful thrust. Alex on the other hand could feel the larger dick through Alicia’s insides and was trying to compensate by increasing the speed at which he fucked her. Aika and Alicia were finally orgasming, Alicia from being fucked like a nymph, and Aika from dominating the breathless Alex. A rush of warm fluids saturated Alex’s face and Alicia started to squeeze his dick for all is was worth. It didn’t help Alex’s urge to spill his cum inside her with another domineering dick he could feel through the insides of Alicia’s body.
Unable to speak with Aika’s pussy pressed against his lips a muffled shout was all he could do to warn Alicia of his impending load filling her womb for a second time. With the same volume and ferocity of his previous climax Alex filled Alicia’s fertile pussy while Vyse’s cock massaged the seed deeper still with every thrust. Of course Vyse didn’t want to be left out from all the pleasure of his Squad mates and pulled his dick out and rammed it into Alicia’s snatch to join Alex’s still ejaculating dick for releasing his own load deep within her receptive cunt. Alicia’s body shook while letting her womb swell with the cum of two men before she fell to her side and Aika cleaned both boys up with her mouth.
“You boys can go. I’ll clean her up.” Aika dismissed the boys knowing how fun it’ll be to suck the cum from Alicia’s leaking pussy.
“But I’m still ready to go!” Vyse motioned at his erect cock versus a tired out Alex, who had a hell of a first time.
“Fina’s back at camp, and if she don’t suit your needs you’ll just have to wait for me, baby.”
Taking it as permission to have a go at both before the night was over all Vyse did was shrug, it seemed like a good deal to him. He put his uniform back on and dragged Alex and his gear back to camp while Aika was removing the remainder of her uniform before proceeding to wash and clean out Alicia. It was sort of a domineering tactic. Vyse was still her man after all and so were the contents of his dick, even if they did happen to be a little contaminated.

Dallas was not very pleased with the events as they unfolded, and walked the forest after sunset to try and get back to camp after discovering Alicia was being fucked by two guys and a girl. The most disappointing part for Dallas was that the girl wasn’t her. She had grown suspicious of Alicia’s plan to bathe last and was sure it was just for a little privacy after Dallas tried so hard to go in the lake with her, but she had never expected this. There were some spotty rumors about Alicia and 1^st Squadron’s CO being a sexual item, but Dallas never believed it. How could a strong woman like Miss Alicia ever be taken by such a womanizing brute with only trace amounts of class. No; it was Welkin that was Dallas’ main concern because she saw the way Alicia looks at him when no one else is paying attention, but luckily the Squad Leader seemed to prefer blondes. But as Dallas found out this evening, Alicia seemed to prefer men, and it was making her nauseous.
She was sure that the Captain and Miss Alicia would be the ones to elope by the end of the war, but her wild fantasies were exactly that, just fantasies. And it sickened the young girl who spent fifteen years of her life living only around women of higher class and peers of the same sex in her schools. This is why she hated men. They took what wasn’t theirs and soiled beautiful flowers like Miss Alicia in the most degrading of ways, but Dallas had not been there to see all of it. It was true that Dallas would’ve been far more satisfied watching Alicia dominate Alex before Aika and Vyse came along to progress things further. The problem was that she hadn’t, and now she was wandering the forest in a blind rage until she was in a place that she could no longer recognize. Of course it was hard to recognize anything in a forest after dark, especially when the vegetation stood high and dense enough to block out every last bit of light the heavens had to offer.
Dallas did however bring a flashlight with her, one that she had failed to use or remember to pull out during her excursion back to camp, but her sudden disorientation left her too panicked to remember it. Instead all she heard was the breaking of a branch or twig far to her right and she turned hurriedly towards the source of the sound. Focused on listening towards the source the snapping gradually turned into the familiar sound of footsteps approaching her.
Perhaps it was Miss Alicia, the hopeful Dallas was thinking with fantasies again, she realized I was lost and came to guide me back!
The notion of the possibility was enough to make Dallas forget all the bad things she had expressed up until this point about Miss Alicia being a lover of men and she raced towards the footsteps of her queen. The fifteen year-old got about fifteen feet before she tripped on the root of a massive tree and fell flat on her breasts before the feet of her savior. Something wasn’t right though, these feet were too big to be the feet of Miss Alicia and the boots didn’t to have the right look for the female members of her squad. She was at the feet of a man, one she could not recognize in the darkness surrounding them both, but whose silhouette implied a big muscular individual. Dallas pouted, figuring it would be man that didn’t even bother to help her up. She painfully rose from her being prone to sitting on her ass with her legs folded up.
“Who are you, and what do want!?” As usual Dallas came of as hostile to her male squad mates, and it was the reason why this one had followed her out this far. Originally he had just planned to shake her up a little, but he had also caught sight of Alicia filled with the loads of two men.
“Is that any way to ask for help? You’re lost aren’t you?” Dallas recognized the voice, but didn’t try hard to remember the voice and shapes of the men. She narrowed her eyes at the suggestion.
“So what if I am?! I don’t need your help!”
“I think you do. Help learning respect at the very least.”
“I said fuck off!” Dallas balled her hand into a fist and was going to throw a light punch that wouldn’t do any harm, but it was caught by the large man before it could make contact. “Let go of me, you ass!”
She balled up her other hand and tried to hit hard this time, but again the assault was captured by the larger hands of her burly squad mate. “See? You need to be taught respect! This is no way to treat someone trying to help you!”
Dallas was picked up by her unknown assailant, twisted around, and thrown hard enough to the ground to have the wind knocked out of her. Before she could catch her breath to scream the large man stomped her back with his over sized foot and held it in place while forcing all of his weight on her. Dallas had opted not to wear her cumbersome Engineering pack or rifle to go looking for Alicia and she was really regretting it now.
“When a bitch steps out of line or attacks the hand that feeds her, she needs to be put back in her place.” The large man once again dropped his foot like a ton of bricks on her back, forcing her breast to make the wind escape her lungs once more before she could try screaming again. “And I know just how to do it...”
The man pulled on her hair and forced her head into the damp dirt of the forest floor. The smooth sediment of the ground invaded Dallas’ mouth and nasal cavity as she struggled to fight the strength of the aggressor with little success. It was her worse fear that this would escalate to something more than a beating from some man unknown to her, and into something where a man would force her to know him. She was unfortunate enough to see it all escalate to just that as he laid his entire body on hers and began to force her trousers and panties down. The pain from the fabric pulling at her sensitive skin created a rash and she began to cry and scream into the dirt that he was forcing her to inhale.
“Shut up, you little bitch!” He relieved Dallas from the ceramic taste of the ground below them and explicitly covered her mouth with his gloved hand and slapped her hard with his other from behind before using it to pull out his dick from his fly. Obviously Dallas did not stop screaming and crying as she flailed her hands in front of her in hopes grabbing something that could give her leverage to escape or to hit the rapist dead before anything further happened. But this only served to anger her assailant more.
“I said shut up!” He pulled out his bayonet and held it to her throat. This made Dallas give in and pleaded in soft whisper.
“No no no, please. You don’t have to do this. I’ll ask politely for some directions.” Each word came out between Dallas’ soft sobbing as she used her hands now to push the waist of the man away. She could feel his throbbing dick between her thighs with its sights aiming at her ass.
“You’ll learn some respect!” He began to force his cock into Dallas’ ass with rough thrusts and no retreat.
“Aaghh-!” Her screaming was cut short by his free hand and the gentle cut of cold steel on her cheek before the blade returned to her neck.
“If you don’t shut up I’ll fuck the ass of your dead body and leave it here for the buzzards to eat! No one in the squad is going to bother looking for your sodomized ass while we’re moving behind enemy lines. You’ll be assumed dead. Now shut up, or I’ll kill you.” Dallas could only grab the gist of what he was saying as blood spilled from her stretched ass to help lube what felt like the dick of a horse straightening her bowels. Dallas tried in vain to push him away with one hand while the other pulled wildly on dirt with hopes that she crawl away from this situation, but neither method was working. The weight of the rapist was too much for her petite build and it crushed down on her lungs as each thrust from the man grew more wild and painful for the teenager’s frail body.
Occasionally the rapist would remove his hand from her mouth just to hear her sobbing like a baby and screaming from the pain of his dick pulling her ass inside out. It became apparent to Dallas that he was doing this to make him more excited. Every time he heard her cry out she could feel his dick twitching within her anal cavity and it angered her that she couldn’t force herself to be quiet each time he let her wails free from her lungs. It was degrading and intrusive. Not only was this man violating her insides for nothing more than refusing directions, but he was in control of when she spoke, when she could move, and her life. She could taste the saltiness of her tears with each cry for help into an empty forest.
“Ugh! You little whore! Your tight ass actually knows how to pleasure a man. It feels good.” He shoved her face back into the damp soil of the forest and began to hump wildly into the ass of Dallas, “Shit! Oh, shit! It’s cumming!”
A flood of semen came forth from the mans dick and like lava melted her insides. The hot sensation of alien fluids filling her up was the cherry on top and reinvigorated her crying. All Dallas could do was fight unsuccessfully until the end, but she would not forget this. She didn’t know now, but she would find the perpetrator and make sure justice as she saw it was delivered. She wouldn’t be able to tell anyone, justice wouldn’t occur in this patriarchal world, and it was unlikely anyone would believe her when she couldn’t even identify the rapist. The man zipped up his fly as he got up.
“Stop the gator tears, cutie. You were actually pretty good.” He started walking away, “Camp’s straight this way, try not to get lost again, or I might want another go.”
It required a lot of energy for Dallas to just take note which way he was walking while she whimpered on the forest floor and curled up to hug her legs. It felt wrong. She felt wrong, and she didn’t want to be victimized again, and swore to herself that she would do something to remedy this. All the while rage began to build up in her as a waterfall of cum and blood like excrement fell from her gapping ass to fertilize the forest floor. This is why she hated men.

The meeting that had been called to talk about the upcoming operations in Barious had concluded and now Welkin sat motionlessly in a chair with a cup of coffee in his hands. Beside him in the dim lantern light was Faldio, who was currently reading through Welkin’s Journal which he used to take notes on the reproductive habits of animals. It was going to be his thesis once a doctorate in biology seemed like a viable option, but he trusted no one else other than Faldio to proofread and think analytically about the material. This was a trust that grew since the day they met as freshman in Randgriz University about three or so years ago, the both of them were on an accelerated all-year program to get their degrees in record time and were on their way to graduate school when the war broke out. Taking a sip of his coffee he decided to ponder about what was going on in the next room as Faldio caught up from where he was last at.
The room next door was the designated place for Rosie’s second punishment for disobeying orders. Edy had come up to Welkin not long after the Supply base had been taken over to inform him that Rosie deliberately broke the chain-of-command and her orders to defend the Lake Camp by leading a charge into the main base in pursuit of retreating Imperials. This time Edy was oddly specific about the punishment she wanted carried out, and just like last time Rosie took that over the potential and very unlikely court martial. Rosie had figured she was just going to get another good lay out of Welkin again, but she was severely mistaken and now was undergoing the repercussions in the next room while he sipped coffee.
“Okay, so there’s one thing I don’t get.” Faldio had finished reading the journal and was ready to ask questions.
“What’s that?” As usual Welkin was ready to answer.
“You’re using human habits as a control group for this experiment, but you’re not actually doing anything worthy of the term reproduction through your own experiences.”
“What do you mean?”
“This for example,” Faldio flipped some pages to find the relevant reference, “You haven’t actually cum inside anyone since the spawning of this idea, but when you do it with your most recent partner while thinking of another you’re all upset.”
Welkin smiled while clarifying the reasoning, “The point isn’t to go around making women bear my children Fladio. Just to speculate, observe and learn.”
“Yeah, but the animals you’re trying to make connections with aren’t thinking that,” Faldio released a deep breath and leaned in closer to his friend, “Welkin, look. The first time I had sex was… the better half of a decade ago, and I’ve been doing it unprotected the whole time. I’ve never gotten a phone call from Miss Landzaat saying that she was pregnant with my child. With as often as I’ve done it, it has to be a rare occurrence. Exhibit A being this Susie character you did it with some three odd years ago and she never got pregnant.”
“Luckily, but there’s still a chance it could’ve happened.”
“If luck is all it is, then Welkin; you have the luck you need. If we speak of this war alone your results on the battlefield are enough to prove that claim is true!” Faldio caught himself raising his voice and stopped himself to calm down for a few moments, “All I’m trying to say is this; if you want it to be a viable control group, then instead of trying not to impregnate stop the ‘trying’ part of it. You get what I’m trying to say here?”
Taking a sip of his cold coffee Welkin began to formulate Faldio’s words into his own thoughts and debated them silently. The first thought that came to his head was quite simple, let nature take its course. It was brilliant! How else would anyone examine this particular case study of biology? And if what Faldio was saying was true, then the chances of actually getting a woman pregnant were relatively low, “Yeah… I do. I think I like it. Let nature take its course and I will be able to make a deeper connection with the creatures that I'm studying.”
Faldio sort of cringed at Welkin’s way of putting it. It would be this guy and no one else that would take his words and add a bunch of spiritual nonsense to it as if he believed that stuff. Faldio was just trying to get his friend to enjoy the studies more since cumming inside felt so much better than anything else, especially without a condom on. So rather than clarify all that, he just affirmed Welkin’s thoughts, “Yeah, just like that.”
Not even seconds after completing that conversation the door that lead to the room next door crashed open with a group of twenty or so guys walking out with the last two carrying a blindfolded Rosie with her arms tied behind her back. The redhead was completely covered in sperm and all the men carrying her did was drop her with an audible splash in front of Welkin and Faldio while they left the premises to go about their business. The original plan as described by Edy was something along the lines of, ‘And make sure every guy is a Darcsen so she can squirm in their seed.’ Welkin found this too cruel and knew Rosie wouldn’t behave any better after all of it. So he settled for having the men of first squad go about it and blindfolded Rosie since a few of those men happened to be Darcsen. Rosie struggled to get up from her side to sit down with the slippery jizz that saturated her body and her arms tied behind her back. Then she proceeded to shout her complaints at the wall.
“Jackass! You said I was only going to be their fap material not fed dicks!”
Was she fine with one and not the other? Welkin thought, Perhaps it’s the hair color...
Faldio used his boot to turn her head in the right direction and used his masculine voice to remind her who was in charge, “Do you remember why you’re getting punished at all? I’m sure my men would be wiling to have another round with you.”
Rosie swallowed and corrected her tone, “I didn’t know they were going to make me suck their cocks too…sir.”
“Do you want me to scold them?” Welkin was more than willing to reprimand them for crossing the only line he drew for them, though admittedly that line was vague.
“No, just get me out of these, sir.” Rosie was actually fond of sucking dick, she just wanted something to complain about since it wasn’t her being pleasured, and she was instead used to get an entire squad off. She motioned to the bind keeping her arms tied and the blindfold on her face.
“Yeah, first things first though.” Welkin and Faldio grabbed a pair of five gallon buckets filled with water they had on stand by and dropped the soapy water en masse.
The gallons of water came down unsuspectingly on Rosie who fell back to her side from the shear force of the impact as well as loosened the blindfold on her face. She coughed for a moment from some of the contents having gone down her throat and cursed silently at the smug faces of the lieutenants standing over her. Now that most of the sperm was washed off, Welkin and Faldio started to undo her binds.
Rosie got dressed, and Welkin and Faldio said their goodbyes. During the ride back to the Lake Garrison all Rosie had to say was, “Next time just fuck me.” Then filed a complaint of her own against the member of her crew that was snitching on her regularly and demanding degrading things be done to them as well. All Welkin could to was sigh. There was no end in sight to this chaotic cycle, but if it kept his squad happy he saw no other choice but to continue down this course.
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May 13, 1935 – 15:32 Hours, Barious Border
Forced to travel by columns at double-time across the mountainous region of Kloden in order to avoid the enemy troop concentration within the forest had left the entirety of 3^rd Regiment low on water and food very quickly, but the worst had yet to come. The Northern edge of the Kloden region met with the Barious desert at the edge of a plateau that dropped sharply where the landscape transformed like magic from the greenery of a forest to the despicable ruins of Barious riddled with mesas, trenches and holes as far as the eye can see. The way down would take up the better part of a day and the troops jogging behind equipment and tanks in an effort to keep up were already at their limits. There was no way they could keep up this pace any longer, and the desert below them was already beginning to waft its heat to the edges of the plateau. It was time for a break. At the front of the column Varrot spoke into her headset with her usual authoritative contralto.
“All stop. Make preparations to set camp along the road.”
Three-quarters down the column Welkin picked up the short-range transmission and called for Isara to stop the Edelweiss dead in its tracks with a water buffalo in tow. The rest of 7^th Squadron who was not on rotation for sitting on the back of the Edelweiss dropped to the ground and struggled for breath as they swallowed or spat the dry mucus accumulating at their throats. It wasn’t just a matter of evading enemy troop concentrations, but also the time sensitive operation to meet up with the rest of the 2^nd Armored Infantry Division in time to begin investigating the troop movements before the Imperials packed up and left. Little did the Gallian Intelligence know that they would be there a while in search of a specific ruin said to hold very valuable history pertaining to the Valkyrur of old.
“Short day today, Sevens. We make camp here and take the journey down tomorrow.” Welkin had managed to raise his voice enough for the entire squad to hear without sounding like he was yelling. All he got in reply was moaning and groaning. “Largo.”
The burly man waddled up to the Edelweiss and leaned on its steadfast steel structure before replying, “Yes, boss?”
“I believe your squad is pulling out the sleeping bags tonight.”
“Sure is. Don’t worry Boss, we’ll get to it before sundown.” Largo shot the lieutenant a thumbs up before turning around and grasping his back. “Son of a bitch! Why does getting old suck?”
“Trust me son,” Coby was the first to rebuke, “You ain’t even gettin’ started yet.”
“That’s nothin’ to brag about, Gramps. Let’s get some damn water.” With that Largo, like many others in the squad, lined up at the water buffalo to fill up canteens and hydrate while they had the chance. One of the warmest years on record for Gallia, and the Imperials had to make it worst not just by invading, but by taking the fight to Barious.
Welkin pulled out his trusty binoculars and focused down the plateau and into the heart of Barious. Through the magnifying lens he could see fumes rising from the boiling sand and up to the sky, but failed to see anything else with the harsh reflection of the sun coming back up through the binocular. Alicia walked up from behind the column segment that was made up of Squad 7 and climbed the Edelweiss to stand up beside Welkin.
“What’s the forecast?”
Still looking out into the desert he enlightened her with the data he had, “If nationwide radio is to be believed, we’re looking and a relatively low temperature of a hundred degrees. Seems Barious isn’t sharing the same record highs as the rest of the nation.”
“Relatively low? It’s May!”
“It is, but the desert itself is below sea-level meaning more atmosphere to keep the heat in, not even mentioning all the rock to help store it overnight. The entire region has the geographical footprint of a crater, and some of the craziest extremes that life can endure. I can’t wait to see the sand beetles wake up early to collect the dew from the ocean that gets blown in this area as summer starts to come around.”
“I guess a biologist would find that interesting. Not so much a baker like me.”
“Barious happens to be interesting for a variety of sciences. Sociology types have a lot to learn from its past, Meteorology types marvel at its existence, and in Mathematics the heat island effect happens to be a very famous math problem for teaching subjects like calculus. In fact I read a scientific journal showing evidence that the extreme heat of Barious seems to also come the ground itself and not just the sun.”
“Anything in that desert for me?” Alicia decided that she’d been on her feet long enough and sat down at the edge of the turret in front of Welkin effectively blocking his view of the landscape below the plateau.
Welkin thought sincerely for a moment in search of something that might interest a person of Alicia’s profession, “...There are a couple of spices unique to Barious that could go well with some of your baking recipes...I suppose.”
“Really?” It was the first thing Welkin brought up that actually got her to raise a brow. Perhaps, she thought, he actually does consider her feelings when he goes off on tangents. “I’ll have to look into that at some point.”
Since Welkin had yet to extract himself from the tank an impatient reporter squeezed her way through a hatch that was only meant to accommodate one making sure to grind her butt on his dick in the process. “That’s not all. For a reporter like me Barious holds a mystery. One that I plan to figure out just like the rest of the Gallian Intelligence Agency. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some questions that need answering.”
It was all Ellet said before making her way to the head of the column, most likely making a visit to some of the regimental staff officers to try and squeeze info out of them. Not even a few seconds later Marina approached the Edelweiss with her usual glare and had the silent conversations that her and Welkin had grown used to having. He knew what she was there for and it had been tugging on his pant leg since it felt the Edelweiss come to a stop. Hans knew that a stop meant pampering and feeding time, and Marina had taken it upon herself to be the one of the volunteers making sure the porcavian’s needs were met. Welkin reached inside the Edelweiss and pulled the piglet from the belly of the tank before handing him off to Marina who held him like a puppy in her arms as she went off without so much as a spoken word. Seems everybody was excited about the early stop today after so many days of nonstop movement. At the water buffalo another conversation was taking place between Cherry, Rosie, Theold, and Cezary.
“Like, shouldn’t we be more worried about water or something? It’s not like we’re gonna find water in that desert.” Cherry was filling up her canteen ahead of the rest of the four while expressing concerns in her signature valley girl accent.
Cezary took a good long look down the plateau and began to remember home. He was born and raised in these parts, which is something many Gallians couldn’t imagine doing due to the extreme temperature changes and lack of water in a place once rumored to be a grand city built by the Valkyria of old. It was part of the reason for him hating the Darcsen race, having grown up in the very crater that their war of destruction their race left behind. “Nah, there’s water alright. The trick is just knowing how to get to it.”
“Hard to imagine any watering holes in that place.” Theold wasn’t convinced yet.
“It’s true. Back home we used to incorporate a number of ways for collecting and finding new sources of water. The real trick of the trade is preserving the stuff. For a while the Crown was offering shipments of water from the central river lands when a drought had struck several years back.” It also happened to be around the time Cezary had lost a good chunk of his memory from falling a considerable distance. Hence his fear of heights.
“Take a look at that,” Rosie motioned her with head towards the Edelweiss as Isara was leaving it, “Guess Hans ain’t the only pig making a home in that tank.”
Her remark earned a short laugh from her surrounding peers, even Cherry, who despite not having any hatred towards Darcsens still wanted to look good for Rosie. Isara had just finished making herself more decent within the tank and was in her full getup despite the mid-afternoon heat, from her perspective anything was cooler than within the Edelweiss. It was her first priority upon making it back to Amatriain that she get some sort of air circulation installed, she was only a little bit upset that it took her this long to think of it. Isara was pulling out some tools with her and was going to take a look at the radiator to make sure the Edelweiss could survive Barious without overheating. Cezary on the other hand was admiring the view of Isara’s body as she got out of the tank. He thought it such a shame that a nice figure like Isara’s was wasted on a Darcsen.
The group approached Isara with ill intentions as she was busy trying to remove parts of the tank for better access to the radiator. Welkin and Alicia had managed to disappear somewhere since their earlier conversation leaving the frail Darcsen alone and an easy target for harassment. It was when Isara reached for her toolbox to get an appropriate sized wrench from it that it began. Just before she could grab the wrench Theold kicked the toolbox just a little bit further and forcing Isara to have to crawl to it. This time Cezary pushed it further along and actually earned a glare from Isara before she continued to crawl towards her tools hoping this time they would leave her alone. Isara had said something to Rosie once, and it caused her brother problems back at Vasel, and since then she had learned to keep a majority of her words to herself. This was one of those times, but if they did attempt to lay a hand on her she might not be so quiet. So she reached for the wrench, but this time Rosie grabbed it before she could get to it and Isara dusted herself as she stood up to confront her.
“I believe you have something that’s mine.” scowled Isara while a smug Rosie read a ‘Theimer’ etched onto the surface of the steel. Rose gave a curt nod to signal Cezary to push the dark-haired girl down to the floor, completely ignoring the determined teenage Darcsen.
Rosie grabbed Isara’s hair and attempted to shove the smooth end of the wrench down the helpless tanker’s throat, “What is this? Your little dildo? You’re gonna have to go up in size if you want to make the lieutenant’s toes curl like me!”
Isara fought the cold steel from choking her and didn’t believe Rosie’s claim about Welkin and her ever sleeping with each other. Instead she just did her best not to gag on the wrench. Luckily someone had come to her aid before she could start choking.
“Ahem!” Wavy, the one they called Stonewall, was asserting his presence with his arms crossed and got the attention of all four bullies. “I think this ends here.”
“What? Pissed that your tiny Darcsen dick can’t make anyone choke like this?” Rosie dissed the middle-aged man while removing both Isara and the wrench from her hands.
Darcsens having small genitalia was something of a stereotype, and from Rosie’s experience as an ex-employee of a red light district had proven it right this far into her life. Her comment did make the only two men of the bullying group to form a smile though since they could confirm from the barrack showers that Wavy was a little under endowed despite his obstinate stature. Seeing no fun coming from a standoff with the Darcsens, the harassers followed Rosie’s lead and walked off before Wavy went to check on Isara.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, was just getting to work.” Isara picked up her wrench and immediately got back to work while Wavy looked at her with concern in eyes. It shouldn’t have to be this way for any of them, especially since they all shared one enemy.
“Okay, I’ll see you at supper then.” Wavy made his leave, but also making sure to keep an eye out for Isara the remainder for the day.

Much later that day as the sun was getting ready to go down a large poker game was taking place with Cezary, Rosie, and Theold involved in it. The stakes were packs of cigarettes that many of the non-smoking members of the squad had surrendered from the supply that the Militia provided. Apparently it was a means to help war trauma and promote favorable propaganda since they were mostly smoked after a victory. Nadine and Wavy were talking not too far away from the game as it was played and he was telling her about what happened with Isara earlier that day within earshot of Cezary.
She didn’t know what, but something had changed in Nadine that day when Cezary “saved” her life. She didn’t know if it was love, possessiveness, or some sort of unbreakable bond constituting a need to pay him back with her life as a result. But as she listened to Wavy tell her the story of how he treated Isara earlier that day she did know what she felt; jealousy. It wasn’t a normal emotion for her to be feeling for someone who was being harassed, but it was exactly what was consuming her heart. Somehow, and in someway, she felt that she was his Darcsen, and nobody else was. It was that thought and the relatively more beautiful and younger Isara that got her thinking if maybe he was growing tired of her, or if the so-called smell was getting to him again. Nadine wouldn’t call herself a stalker, but she had certainly been tailing Cezary a lot lately and was upset that she couldn’t fight her fatigue from all the running the last couple of days and stop the incident from ever taking place.
Cezary on the other hand not only had to deal with being in earshot of their conversation, but also with a string of losses. He only had one pack of cigarettes left and he was not about to test his luck any further than he had. Especially with the poker juggernaut named Rosie. For that past month he had tried to clear up the misunderstanding that he had been the one to save Nadine as the rumor started spreading throughout the squad, but each time Marina shot him a death glare. It was clear that Nadine had been a little bit more clingy with him as a result and Marina didn’t want any of that aimed towards her if the Darcsen ever came to find out the truth. So now all that was left for Cezary to do was just try and accept the fact until the war ended. That or wait until he was able to kill Nadine without anyone noticing. He got up after the end of the current game.
“I’m gonna go take a piss.”
“Alright, loser.” Largo was poking fun, “Still want me to deal you in?”
“Nah, I’m done.” Strapping his rifle around his shoulder he walked to what was left of the mountainous vegetation this close to the desert and after finding a sturdy tree sat down and lit a cigarette from his last, almost empty, pack. He had grown aware of the tail he had gained since Vasel and it wasn’t particularly to his liking, “Ugh, for god’s sake! What do you want?”
Nadine emerged from the sparse vegetation, being sure to see if anyone had noticed her coming into what remained of a wood behind Cezary. She was aware of the fact that he didn’t like his usual clique knowing about him saving her or the debt that she owed him. Quietly, she approached him and laid a couple of packs of cigarettes by his feet. The packs had been her share of the supply that was distributed by the Militia and she didn’t smoke. After seeing Cezary lose a fair share of his own cigarettes she figured this was the least she could do for him. “Um… these are for you...”
Rather than comment about how shitty it would be to smoke a pack of cigarettes that had been accumulating the smell of a Darcsen, he decided to grab and pocket the offering greedily.
“Good! They shouldn’t be issuing these to animals anyways.” Cezary got up from his makeshift seat and held out his gloved hand to Nadine much to her confusion. Not knowing exactly what he wanted from such a gesture she placed her own gloveless hand on his while blushing furiously with ideas running wild in her head. She was so distracted about where the gesture would lead that she couldn’t read the malice in his eyes when he pulled the finished cigarette from his mouth and knocked it out on her bare hand. The skin between her thumb and index finger went alight and in her own messed up head reveled from being branded by him for the first time. Like several days before, Nadine’s pleasure was guised as pain to Cezary’s eyes as her knees buckled and she fell to the floor while she soiled her panties under the cover of her uniform with juices that only flowed for Cezary.
Cezary was thorough in his work to put out the cigarette since even the slightest ember could set this dryer part of the nation ablaze, and knew that if they were to return to Amatriain after Barious that this was likely the same way they’d take. Starting a fire now would not make that trip any easier. After he was satisfied with the cigarette being out he tossed it along with Nadine’s hand and she fell to the ground with light spasms as she rode out her orgasm in silence. Cezary had stopped paying attention to the Darcsen too soon to have noticed this weird behavior of hers and departed back toward the squad. He was looking forward to a decent night of sleep….for once.
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May 14, 1935 – 14:24 Hours, Barious Region
What took the better part of the day was the surreal transformation of landscape due to abnormal heat which permeated around Barious and the steep drop in altitude from a moderately vegetated region. Now the landscape around Squad 7 was dry and the vegetation practically nonexistent as they winded down the labyrinthine foothills of Gallia’s southern region. It was amazing what a minor change in elevation could do to change the climate around you, but this was not any normal desert; it was a wasteland, one of many that dotted the Europan continent left behind by a war of gods and men that would not accept them. Or so the story goes. One thing went without saying though, it wasn’t a natural shift of climate and landscape when considering an area so small, but here it is.
The Edelweiss was still carrying its load of water, stragglers and equipment that made up the logistical and personnel portions of Squad 7. Of course the entire regiment was still forced to march by the columns down the gravel roads that led into the desert from the south. Barious wasn’t exactly a popular destination by tourists or Gallians alike, so the roads weren’t really maintained as well as other regions of the country. For some Gallians however; this was home, and it became apparent very quickly which were not accustomed to the weather by merely taking a glance of Squad 7 and its fellow outfits. Rosie for one sat atop the Edelweiss’ turret complaining about a sinus headache that the medics decided they could do very little about and just had her take a rest on the tank beside Welkin. A few others had been forced to do the same which severely limited the amount of healthy troops that could rotate on the Edelweiss to get some time off their feet. Edy however wasted no time in spreading rumors that Rosie was just acting like some sort of illness had befallen her on account of the dust from the desert, but failed to say anything of Salinas, who had taken advantage of his desert allergy to feel the hum of the Edelweiss. From Welkin’s view it was just odd how Rosie could stand going around commando with a uniform like the one she was wearing without feeling embarrassed. It began to cross his mind that perhaps she was an exhibitionist before Varrot came through his headset with some vital information.
“3rd Regiment, be advised. Units around the next hill are friendlies. Do not open fire.”
Welkin was glad to hear that the rendezvous with the rest of the Division had gone off without a hitch. It was odd to see 3^rd Regiment being the last to arrive somewhere, but they were also the last to cross enemy lines if what the 10^th ACR told them was true.
“Infantry are to stay in a tactical column and continue the journey on foot. I need officers to report to the front of the line.”
“Hard copy.” Welkin looked to Alicia who was walking beside the Edelweiss and repeated the orders. She nodded and hustled to tell each Crew Chief of Squad 7 save for Rosie who was forcing herself off the Edelweiss despite her sinus headache. He would’ve offered her to stay inside the tank, but they both knew her place as a leader was with her crew, so he only extended the offer to Aisha, who was also under the weather due to the dust. “Aisha hop on in and man the forward MG.”
It was one of those rare moments when Ellet was not inside the turret to bug Welkin for information as it came. She was instead atop the Edelweiss like many of the rotating members of Squad 7 were to avoid the heat inside the tank, which had been much worse due to the heat of the desert finally kicking in. Because of this Welkin decided having a full crew of trained individuals would be a good idea, “Karl! Ramsey! Man the turret! We’re moving out.”
The two engineers, that acted as more or less extras in their crews, were more than willing to act as crew to the Edelweiss behind its steel armor. They hastily hopped on the behemoth and entered her armor clad belly as ordered. Welkin had made some room for them to shimmy in as he forced his way deeper into the tank to give Isara the orders from Command directly. She nodded and began shifting the gears of the tank to increase its traverse speed resulting in a loud but invigorating sound.
Welkin hadn’t even returned to the commander’s seat and already every new member of the Edelweiss had removed their jackets and rolled up the sleeves of their undershirts to combat the heat of the tank. Even Aisha, who had been suffering from sinuses just moments before was beginning to clear up from the dank atmosphere inside the Edelweiss. As usual Welkin was the only fully clothed member of the Edelweiss due to his first military training instructor back in his grade school days being very strict with the regulation behind uniform.
With water buffalo in tow and most of the supplies mounted, the Edelweiss and every other tank in the Regiment sped to the front of the column with the straggling infantry moving to the sides of the road to make room for the armor. Upon arriving at their destination it was evident that a forward operating base had already been established by the rest of 2^nd Armored arriving to the RP before 3^rd Regiment did. All of them seemingly on high alert with patrols and sentries about the base and troops and tanks moving out in all directions kicking up dirt from the sands of Barious. Engineers were hunkering down tanks and artillery, and whoever else was available was hoisting up tents large enough to house an entire crew each. Varrot was leading the tank column to the largest tent which stood in the middle of the FOB and easily the most protected by the lay of the land alone.
“All stop!” Varrot again was the one giving orders from her own personal tank while the rest of the regiment struggled to catch up. It seemed that the mobile regimental HQ had given the order to double-time around the hill so that Varrot wasn’t waiting long after whatever she rushed down here for. “Officers leave your tanks and meet in the Command tent.”
“Roger,” Welkin kept his comm equipment on and exited the Edelweiss in his usual manner. It wasn’t long before he was in the command tent and Faldio caught up to him, who gave Welkin and solid slap on the back.
Of course Faldio was in a slightly better mood than usual as well. It made him happy to see a competent military officer of such high rank away from the safety of Randgriz and out on the field with his troops. As it just so happened to be, Major General Alain Chevrette was present inside the command tent and was giving orders via a huge array of radio operators giving commands to the units they were responsible for. No doubt it was just a culmination of a bunch of mobile regimental HQs that decided to settle in the tent. All of it was powered by a ragnite fueled electrical generator and a few smart individuals that could assemble a network of communication of this complexity with relative ease. With all the extra equipment the other Regiments were housing it appeared that once again 3^rd Regiment received the shit end of the stick when it came to piercing and traversing behind the enemy line.
“All right, listen up.” Chevrette was not one to sugarcoat or beat around the bush, “Forward scouts have already confirmed the presence of Imperial troops inside the desert with an unusual concentration being holed up around the preserved ruins in the east. 1^st and 2^nd Regiment are maintaining the flanks of the Division while 4^th is clearing a path due north. 3^rd is to take the middle with 4^th and branch out east with the rest of the division to fill the hole in our lines before anyone engages the Empire. The objectives are simple. We’ve already confirmed the presence of the Empire, now Central is asking us push them out of the region and investigate their reason for being here. Frankly I’m not sure if either is possible. The troops we’ve spotted so far are not the average Imperial forces, but elite divisions that seemed to have shipped here directly from the Imperial Operating Base in Ghirlandaio. Their number and strength is unknown. So keep your eyes open and keep cool, hence you melt out there. Varrot., leave your HQ here and organize your regiment accordingly.”
With a salute from Varrot and all her Squadron Leaders, Chevrette ended the briefing and returned to his duties. He was having a busy day and looked rundown, or at least rundown in the sense of an officer. Officers, both senior and junior, were pressured by their peers to look their best no matter if they were in the field or at a banquet and despite looking good to the average joe it was clear to Varrot and the others that he was having a hell of time organizing this operation behind enemy lines. Rather than confront him about it though the officers of 3^rd Regiment huddled up around Varrot for the specifics of the operation.
“So what’s the plan, Cap’n?”
“Our flanks are covered but we’ll be without overwatch, so I want each battalion to maintain a V-formation. Those of you who’re short a tank for that maneuver can run a line.” Varrot pulled out her map and each Squad leader followed suit to keep up with the Captain. “The east ruins are in grid square…. Victor-9 and 10. So we’ll travel along a 0-2-0 heading for the time being. I want everyone at Papa-18 by 20:00 hours and report should any enemy contact be made before then.”
“Are we sleeping tonight, ma’am?”
“Either Division or the Imps will decide that by sundown, but until then keep your weapons and water nearby….Everything else stays. Good luck.”
With that brief dismissal, all that were currently in charge of a Squad disbursed and went for their tanks save for Faldio, who was looking to express some genuine concern for Welkin’s sake.
“Is D-Battery going to be okay with Hartmann out of the action?”
Usually when actions were conducted that involved the entirety of a battery it meant that the most senior officer takes charge of two Squadrons and lead them into battle. Markus Hartmann was said officer for D-Battery up until he was shot in the chest back when 3^rd Regiment was still trying to cross enemy lines in Kloden. His extraction from the battlefield due to his wounds meant that his NCO was now in charge of 8^th Squadron, leaving it to Welkin to manage the battery. “Yeah, I should be able to manage. It’s only until we get to the rally point anyways.”
“Alright,” Faldio gave his usual pat on the back to Welkin, “but radio me if you need anything. And let’s meet up when we get to those ruins, all right? Maybe we can find a nice bug hidden under all that history.”
“Sounds good!” Welkin was sincerely happy when others showed interest in his field, “See you then.”
The infantry of 3^rd Regiment was just rounding the hill into the camp when the officers had received details about the operation into Barious, or at least some details. It was not unusual to be updated frequently about shifting positions and enemy movements when things were as unplanned as this. That was what leadership was for though, and one of the traits of a good military leader was to be able to think on their feet. Welkin came up to the front of the Edelweiss to talk to his sister through the driver’s hatch and have her start he tank up again since they were going to move out right away. That was when an eager young blonde with a ponytail approached him wearing the skirt variant of the Gallian Militia uniform. From down in her driver’s hatch Isara saw the whole exchange.
“Lieutenant Gunther, sir?” She had a soothing voice and looked about the same age as Welkin.
“Yes?”
“I’m Sergeant First Class Natalie Hunter, acting squad leader and senior NCO of 8^th Squadron. Just wanted to say that I’m happy to be working with you.”
“Likewise,” Welkin extended his hand and Natalie shook it, “Weapons, ammo, and water with two days of rations is all. Tell your squad to leave everything else with division.”
“Yes sir!” She hopped off the Edelweiss and went to the tanks and personnel under her command while Welkin climbed further up and into the commander’s copula.
Inside his copula he activated his comm equipment to get in touch with the Squad that was barely falling in behind the Edelweiss, “Any engineer, get me Alicia on the line.”
After a minute or so Alicia picked up the line, “Did you need something, Welkin?”
“Yes, tell the Squad to leave all but weapons, ammo, and water with some rations. We’re heading out right away. We’ll be in line with 8^th Squadron so have them spread out and stay on alert. There are definitely Imps out here.”
“Got it!” Alicia dropped the radio and Welkin looked around the interior of the Edelweiss to see if everyone inside was ready to go. After his assessment of the Edelweiss was completed and thought it enough time for the battery to be prepared he ordered the movement of the tank so they left with the rest of the regiment.
“All right, Is! Let’s move out!” The gears of the Edelweiss shifted into firstwith a jerk and sent the thirty-two ton monster flying across the sands of the Barious desert with the rest of her Gallian kin.
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May 15, 1935 – 11:34 Hours, Barious Region
Since the wee morning hours of the day the fashion of Squad 7 had transformed to anywhere between two extremes. On one end of the spectrum were those that, despite the heat, did their best to maintain an appearance befitting a Gallia militiaman by keeping the majority of their uniform together and suffering from the insulation of the many layers. On the other end of the spectrum were those that just didn’t care, and shed those layers as the temperature began to rise. Freesia represented the female portion of those that just didn’t care, and needed an excuse to expose some skin to the more attractive male members of the squad. She had her boots loose to allow air to circulate and her ass-high stockings that were typically under the knee armor were completely absent. Her jacket was tied around her waist and the sleeves of the black turtleneck that was worn underneath were cut off and dampened before she wrapped them around her neck. As an added bonus she had torn the sides of the shirt that remained to be low, revealing a bra-less torso and a very liberal amount of side boob caught the eyes of many of her comrades. To top off the outfit, she had a spare undershirt tied like a scarf to protect her neck and head form the sun as well as a pair of tinted goggles that hung around her neck, claiming that both would come in handy sooner or later.
Using an extra shirt to wrap around the head and neck was not a fashion unique to Freesia though, Walter and Cezary had also done the same, and was done a lot by those who hailed from the Barious region of Gallia. Said men also had their jackets tied around their waist, but left the shirt underneath intact for extra protection from the sun, explaining their lighter skin complexion as opposed to Freesia. Some men of the squad however opted to go completely topless, deciding that risking a burn was better than ending up soaked from sweat under the fabric of their uniforms. Welkin of course had his uniform on point and was currently outside of an idle Edelweiss hoping to catch a breeze while 8^th Squadron was moving up to higher ground to conduct reconnaissance on the next valley. Since non-hunkered tanks were somewhat exposed while traversing up a ridge the Edelweiss was overwatching their movement. Of course the inside of the tank was practically a sauna for those that couldn’t come out to get fresh air like Welkin, but he was the only one maintaining a regulated appearance.
Adversely, the sauna of the steel beast was a preference for some who were in desperate need of clearing their nasal passage on account of all the dust, and Salinas had that reason and a few other ones he could think of for getting inside the Edelweiss. Doing so though would only manage to get his tank fetish out in the open rather than benefit his allergy problem. Sitting against a wall all by himself caught the eye of a certain dancer who approached him much to the jealousy of Edy who was about to do the same.
“Heat got you down, cutie?” Freesia took a seat right next to him and playfully cuddled up, resting her head on his shoulder, “You should loosen up a little like me.”
Salinas was one of few people that had kept his uniform in regulation, mostly because the protection form both the fabric and armor was the closest he’ll ever get to riding inside a tank for now. It was his whole reason for joining up, but the Militia thought his talents were better spent as a shock trooper. “Trust me, if the heat was the problem I’d be shedding some layers too.”
“Aw, I was kinda hoping you were in heat. What’s got you down then?”
“….Honestly, all this grit is intolerable.”
“Grit? Why is everyone allergic to the desert all of a sudden? Hot air, Scorching sands? Bring it on!” In her tirade Freesia had lifted her self from Salinas and started to pull a glass bottle from a satchel, “Don’t worry I got just the thing that will help.”
She poured some of the liquor into the cap of the bottle and gave it to Salinas. From experience he knew that this would only clear him up a little bit and would be a temporary solution before the pressure in his nasal cavity would come back just a little bit worse than before, but it wasn’t in his nature to refuse a gift from a lady.
“Just the remedy I was hoping for, Cheers.” taking a quick swig he exhaled through his nose to see if the hooch had helped. Didn’t work quite as well as he was hoping, but played it off with a teasing wink “Much better, thank you. But giving me alcohol isn’t going to get me in heat anytime soon.”
“Damn, saw right through me.” Freesia laughed and put away the bottle before it was seen. Then she got up and offered her hand to Salinas, “Come on! Let’s get you back to civilization.”
Salinas took the young girl’s hand and got up after her, “After you.” He followed the desert beauty to her crew while getting a good look at the skin shown by her outfit.
“Hey, Fleet Feet! We find anything yet?!” Freesia shouted to Montley who had climbed a wall to look out for any approaching enemies. As he was asked he jumped down from the vantage point so he can respond.
“Nah, just a bunch of sand.”
“No shit?” Coby was the one to push his buttons first, “There’s sand in Barious?”
Montly kicked some of the fine sediment up in retort.
“Big Man is with the Boss,” Musaad was the one to answer Freesia’s next question before she could think of it, “So if Squad 8 reports any Imps I’m sure he’ll be the first to know about it.”
“Yeah, and I don’t like,” Coby was oddly serious, “We’ve already confirmed Imps in the area and it’s been too quiet. This is one of only a few passes into the valley, they have to be holed up close.”
“Maybe they got hot and left?” As usual any comment from Claudia was enough to get the whole squad to look at her like she was performing a bad stand up routine. She usually became shy when eyes were on her but she was even more blushed than usual since she was pretty much in the same getup as Freesia and nearly everyone in her crew was a guy.
“Yeah, and maybe my balls ain’t all crusty with the sand we’ve been marching in. Any of you ladies want to lick them clean for me?” As usual Walter was the one to take it there.
Gina had been laying in the sand with her jacket over her face so that she could have some shade and removed it but for a second to respond, “Depends, can you find me a lake to bathe and drink from around here?”
“Ugh….let me get back to you on that.”
“Who’s the new catch?” Hannes motioned his head toward Salinas.
Freesia answered for her new companion, “Just a man that likes a stiff drink.”
“Freesia, dear,” Jann sounded very concerned, “Are you robbing Rosie’s crew of their only decent man?”
“I’m just borrowing him!”
….
It was at this moment at the Edelweiss after a conversation about the origins of the Barious desert that Welkin started receiving a transmission from 8^th Squadron.
“Hunter to Edelweiss! Imps heading to your position! I repeat, take combat positions now!”
Just as the last sentence came in from 8^th Squadron’s NCO, Welkin’s own began to relay a new message. “Enemy sighted! Tanks at 0-4-0! Distance….800! Foot soldiers are present, they’re taking combat positions!”
An imperial tank fired from the distance and landed an AP shell on the Edelweiss’ turret that ricocheted and exploded in the air behind the formation. The force from the shell was enough to knock down Alicia, Rosie and Ellet from the tank as well as ripped all the spaced armor on the right side of the turret that Isara had welded on before they left for Kloden. The entire squad hit the dirt and either began to crawl or run to cover as Welkin gave his orders before guns started firing to drown him out, “Squad 7! Combat formation!”
“Medic!”
Instinctively Mina ran for Ramona’s voice who was trying to lift the muscular design of Nina who had taken shrapnel to the back. A piece of the Edelweiss’ spaced armor had flown off and forced her down like a ton of bricks. The piece of tank armor and pierced Nina’s armor, uniform and skin, but had failed to puncture her ribcage or hit any major arteries. After assessing that much Mina forced the steel from the large woman’s muscle and saturated the wound with a healthy dosage of ragnaid before wiping the area of blood and patching it up.
The Edelweiss went into gear and started advancing with the infantry of Squad 7. From the copula of the Edelweiss Welkin did his best to assess the conditions of the battlefield while the remainder of Squad 7 was looking for cover from the onslaught of imperial fire that seemed to come from nowhere. He came the conclusion that their Gallian blue was much easier to spot in the desert while some of the imperial troops went as far as painting camouflage on their already earth colored uniforms and armor. Using that advantage had caught 3^rd Regiment off guard and many other Squadrons were reporting in from other passes into the valley that Imperial contact had been made. These desert troops were a different cut of soldier than the ones they faced at the Kloden supply base in regards to how well they timed an attack so that no Gallian Squad could receive warning of their dug in positions.
“I want Catherine’s crew on the ridge overlooking the pass into the ruins. Alicia, lead Rosie’s and Juno’s crew through the ruins in the center and have Largo watch our ten o’clock!” Using the limited view he had of the field Welkin conjured up the best battle plan he could on the spot, but he knew that Squad 7 couldn’t hole up in these positions, it was apparent that’s what the Imperials wanted and in order to advance their tanks had to be taken out. “Load HEAT! Enemy light tank at 780 yards! Bearing 0-3-8. Fire!”
One round from the Edelweiss forced the dust from the ground to explode around the tank and launched sand quickly enough to pelt the members of the squad close by quite painfully. With Karl at the trigger the round failed to fly true and landed just short of the closest Imperial tank, creating an even larger cloud of dust downfield. In fact dust was beginning to erupt from all directions both within the vicinity of Squad and downfield as 8^th Squadron was sending rounds to the Imperial forces in the valley from the ridge they had been climbing previously.
“Squad 7, be advised; enemy infantry is charging up from the building located at center of ruins!” Natalie’s idea of her squad risking their hides to take the ridge for overwatch was proving more and more useful to Welkin, “Number is unknown, possibly fifty or sixty.”
“Roger that, Sergeant.” Welkin opened up the hatch above him so he could stick his torso out and get a better view of the building he was told about, “Is, get the Edelweiss up to the trench fifty yards ahead!”
“On it!”
Isara shifted the gears of the Edelweiss fast enough to outrun the infantry that was giving them support and pulled up to the trench in question. To the right of the tank Welkin got a perfect view of an untold number of Imperial infantry getting lined up for a charge on the detachment of Squad 7 he placed Alicia in charge of. Welkin cocked the MG mounted to his hatch and gave the unsuspecting Imperials the whole nine yards. As the bullets began coming at them from their right a few unlucky imperial riflemen attempted to fire back until they realized the MG was from a tank and got mowed down while the more experienced of the bunch went over the top of the trench and began their charge to avoid the incoming fire. This didn’t work to their advantage either though as the green tracers erupting from the Edelweiss’ mounted MG alerted the Alicia and her detachment of the Imperials in the trench and began to shoot down the incoming foot soldiers. Rushing that far ahead of its support infantry however did leave the Edelweiss vulnerable to attack.
“Holy shit!” Montley was struck by awe as the Squadron Leader sawed apart the imperials in the trench with unceasing fire from the 12.7mm MG until the entire belt was emptied and he delve back into the tank to get another belt. “Are guys seeing this?!”
“How about keeping your eyes on things that need tending to!” The rest of Largo’s crew were busy trying to keep up with the Edelweiss and shoot the prominent number of Lancers that the enemy had in their ranks. A number of them saw the Edelweiss as a juicy target, but were unable to fire upon it with the Crew keeping them in check.
Salinas had been with the crew before the action started. As a result he was in action with them since there wasn’t enough time to return to his by the time orders started getting received from the Edelweiss. He followed closely behind Freesia who seemed to know the general workings of the crew and how they moved across the battlefield. At least until she almost led him straight to a mine that she nearly stepped on.
“Watch out!” Salinas narrowly managed to stop her from stepping on the poorly concealed mine by pulling her bare arm towards him. Instinctively she twirled into his chest as if dancing and giggled once she realized she almost died before landing on his chest.
“My bad.” She pulled away from him and began to round the wall more cautiously to shoot at the Imperials trying to storm the Edelweiss, but doing so was proving difficult due tot he amount of fire concentrated on her.
Back at the Edelweiss however, Welkin was having a hard time reloading the mounted MG with all the attention his exposed tank was getting. Stray rounds were coming from every direction and ricocheting all over the place. Meanwhile tank shells from the Imperial tanks in the valley were trying to shoot the large beast while dodging rounds from 8^th Squadron making heat, noise and projectiles erupt all around Welkin, “Is, full reverse!”
As he shouted to get back into some sort of substantial cover he finally got the new belt of ammunition inside the MG and cocked it for another go at the approaching Imperials. Using short controlled bursts this time so he could hit more accurately and not overheat the barrel of the of the gun. The turret rotated under him and the barrel of the Edelweiss’ eighty-eight raised slightly before firing another round at the closest enemy tank within visibility. This time it was success and a stream of sparks shot up from the tank in a continuous and sporadic fashion like a sparkler magnified thousandfold in both light and sound. The prolonged rupturing of the enemy vehicle was doing even more to obstruct visibility for both sides of the engagement as more smoke was released into the dust of the air.
“Sniper!” Largo shouted at the top of his lungs which was pretty effective in gaining the attention of everyone in his crew despite all the racket. Him and his crew….plus Salinas….Were piled up behind a wall ready to rush into the building that seemed to be a forward outpost of some kind for the Imperials since a large number of them were running out of it. That was until a round almost caught Largo in his chest. “Cold! Fleet! Up front!”
Largo was of course referring to Freesia and Montley who rushed up with Salinas behind. Largo hadn’t planned for the redhead to come up, but then thought that it was a good idea to use his extra rounds for his plan. “See that trench across from us?”
The question was directed toward Montley who dared to peek his head a little bit around the wall before Largo pulled him back in, “Yeah what about it?”
“Think you can sprint that in three seconds?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Good. You’re gonna do that on my signal while Cold Feet and Tankman over here will cover you.” Largo looked to Fressia this time, “Can you make the shot?”
Normally Freesia would’ve complained about the amount of trust being put into her and how much pressure she felt as a result, but Salinas was right next to her and he was changing out the magazine of his SMG to help cover Montley. There was no way she was going to look bad in front of him, “I’m ready to go!”
“Good!” Largo put his hand up to motion for them to wait until an opportunity opened up, “Now!”
Montley began to run his fastest to the trench he saw earlier and chanted to himself for Freesia to succeed, “Dontmissdontmissdontmissdontmiss!”
Salinas was dropping lead like mad to make the enemy near Montley’s destination concentrate on him while Freesia steadied the aim of her rifle at the sniper atop the building, who was currently overwhelmed from the number of targets to choose from. Freesia was by no means the best marksman in Squad 7, but she knew the right rhythm to firing her rifle, “Be a dear and take them all for me.”
She emptied her clip into the sniper atop the building and the rest of Largo’s crew rushed into the trench behind Montley who was grappling with an Imperial scout that looked just as young as him. Salinas used the last bullet in his magazine to shoot the enemy in the head pointblank causing the limp body to fall on top of Montley. Largo kicked the body off his comrade and ran while crouched along the naturally formed trench where they ran into Alicia and the rest of the squad as the Edelweiss came rolling in now that the Lancer’s were taken out. The Imperials were in full retreat across the plain going into the valley now that the Gallians had made it to their first doorstep.
“Now is our chance! Let’s let ‘em have it!” Rosie as usual was ready to charge in guns blazing, which would normally be a good idea in this situation, but the sound of distant gun fire erupted as red smoke began to spew from the recently captured outpost.
“Incoming! They have us zeroed! Spread out look for cover!” Musaad was trying to get everyone in cover while flashbacks from EWI began to haunt his mind like every other soul in Squad 7 that had lived to fight the previous war. He went so far as to shove Aisha back into the trench when she tried to charge with Rosie and chased down Rosie to tackle her as the first shells came in.
Whatever was launching the shells was big. Huge columns of sand shot up from the ground upon impact that rose hundreds of feet into the air and rained down like bricks upon the backs of the squad. The volumes of sand that was displaced by each detonation of the shells on impact was enough to practically bury the majority of the squad as many tried to crawl out of their sandy graves before they suffocated. Getting sandblasted left a right caused scratches to form and the dirt of the desert to stick almost permanently to the skin of the members. But as quickly as the shells came they stopped, and for no apparent reason while the name “Lucky Sevens” would stick with Squad 7 as hard as the dirt on their faces would for the next month.
Salinas had been shielding Freesia from the majority of the blasts and when they stopped she was a little perplexed as to why he was still holding her, at least until a familiar feeling started spilling on her. Salinas had passed out and was bleeding heavily from the head and back. It was clear that he had gotten hit by something just like many others in Squad 7 during the short bombardment. The noise that came with the fiery rounds hitting mere yards away from every living person in Squad 7 had disappeared, but so did every other sound.
“Who’s hit?!” Mina was shouting across the freshly formed dunes created by the power of Imperial 105mm artillery batteries. There were many responses, including Freesia who was trying to get some help for Salinas. Gina ran up to Freesia who had Salinas in her arms while trying to look for the source of the bleeding until the beautiful blonde medic took over the search.
“What the hell is that?!” Mica was getting a piece of metal out of his arm as he looked at the desert marvel.
“Whoa!” Vyse was equally as impressed.
“That’s...” Freesia was trying to speak loud enough for everyone to hear despite her scratchy throat from inhaling sand, “Is the reason they stopped firing.”
Freesia pulled up the tinted goggles she had hanging around her neck this whole time and used the extra shirt she tied like a scarf around her to cover her head and mouth. She knew exactly what to expect and what was coming, this was her home after all.
“Shit,” Freesia checked to make sure her improvised shemagh was secure and instead of putting her jacket back on like she planned, used it to cover Salinas face much to the displeasure of Gina who had no idea what was coming, “I knew I had a bad feeling about today.”
It was then that Gina finally took the time to look up and see a wall of sand thick enough to block out the sun as wide as the horizon heading their way.
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May 16, 1935 – 01:23 Hours, Barious Region
“Finally up, sleepyhead?” Salinas woke up to Freesia’s face. He was laying on her lap and topless with bandages wrapped around his head and chest. His entire body was aching and sore.
It was already dark out he got up slowly with some aid from Freesia. Looking around he saw the sleeping members of Largo’s crew inside a trench with two missing; Coby, and Largo him self. All of them looked like they had been rolling in dirt for hours, “What’d I miss?”
“….A lot.” Freesia opened her canteen and offered Salinas a drink, “Here, yours is probably filled with dirt by now.”
Salinas willingly obliged to drink from her canteen, “No MedEvac?”
“Doc said you should still be battle ready, and Division isn’t accepting anyone who isn’t fatally wounded or immobilized. Seems like we’re in a tighter position than they wanted us to believe.” Freesia shifted her self inside the trench they were in to stretch out her legs which had been housing Salinas’ head for hours. “There’s even rumors going around that our food was left with Division so they could ration it out evenly between regiments.”
“That’s okay, I guess,” Salinas handed back Freesia’s canteen after drinking most of it, “I’m nowhere near done anyways.” Salinas shifted him self too, so that he could rest his back on the wall of the trench and give it the support it desperately needed. Freesia took it as an invitation to rest her head on his shoulder, which Salinas allowed knowing his had been resting on her for an unknown amount of time. “Where’s the rest of the squad?”
“All kinda spread out right now. We made it into the valley under the cover of the storm and we’re trying to be apart in case more artillery gets a fix on us.”
“Storm?”
“Don’t worry about it. ….Jann carried you most of the way and obviously Doc patched you up.”
It was then that Largo and Coby ran into the trench and started taking swigs of water. “You alive, Tankman?”
Salinas’ new nickname by Largo was giving him reason to worry, but he tried to convince himself that he didn’t truly know just how deep that nickname ran. “Yes, sir. Do you know where 2^nd Crew is by any chance?”
“Sure do. It’s about two-hundred or so yards in that direction. Should be able to follow the trench most of the way.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I ain’t no ‘sir.’ Coldy, you’ve always been a nightowl, take him to his crew, would ya?” Largo started to get comfortable and looked like he was preparing for a nap. He kicked Montley hard to wake him up which made the kid jump, “Get up! It’s your turn for watch.”
“I could manage getting there alone.” Salinas declared, a little concerned that he burdened the tanned beauty too much already.
“Not in that condition you’re not.” Largo objected immediately, “Besides, that woman you call a crew chief would have my head if anything happened to you on the way. She’s definitely the protective type.”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Fressia said while grabbing her rifle, “The trench gets shallow really quickly so we’ll have to stay low.”
All Salinas could do was nod and he tied his jacket and shirt around his waist like Freesia and followed closely behind her after grabbing his SMG.
“Okay,” Freesia began to give Salinas a layout of the land since he had been out for a long time and nothing was like it was when the storm hit, “About a quarter-mile down this trench and maybe another hundred yards north is your crew. There is a hill is this direction and that’s where 4^th crew is, the Edelweiss is situated somewhere in between those two. 3^rd is watching our rear and that’s where Largo and Coby just got back from to check on some noise we heard.”
“Was everything alright?”
“They came back like it was.” Freesia shot him a wink.
Just as Freesia said earlier the trench started getting shallow quickly, and the crouch walking that Salinas was doing was beginning to make the armor still hanging on his jacket cause a lot of noise. Noticing this they decided to crawl instead. It wasn’t exactly clear where the Imperials were positioned after the storm, in fact there was disarray on both sides and reports had come from other regiments saying that they had been walking alongside imperials during the duration of the storm without noticing. It was almost sunset by the time the dust had completely settled and reports from nationwide radio indicated the right meteorological conditions for more storms throughout the week. Even Freesia, who had lived in Barious, thought that the storm was a little bit more powerful than most. Still, crawling was helping the aching body of Salinas who had received a nasty wound from artillery the previous day, but it was not helping the dilemma of his allergies. So by the time the couple got to the part of the trench that warranted jumping over the top Salinas was in need of a short break to catch his breath.
He stopped Freesia and sat against the wall of the trench for support while he fought off the pressure in his sinus cavity. Freesia found it odd to see such a fit man tire from short exercise since she had never suffered allergies of her own and inquired about the delay, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, a little dirt got in my bandages is all.”
“I could call Gina over if you want?”
“Nah,” Salinas was doing his best to not make his lady friend worry, “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”
“A tough guy?” Freesia cuddled up against Salinas, “Is that why they call you, Tankman?”
“I hope so...”
Rubbing his chest and carefully extracting dirt from the bandages Freesia displayed some degree of disappointment in the fact that she wouldn’t see his bare chest again, “Does this mean I can’t get another free show?”
“I would hope not,” Salinas, despite his tank fetish could not help but play the coquettish gentleman to keep up with his female comrade, “My body isn’t cheap.”
Twirling from her cuddle she mounted her self atop Salinas’ groin and whispered into his ear, “In that case I can pay you for your time. Give you a show or two myself; its been a while since I’ve had a good dance partner.”
Freesia grabbed Salinas’ hands and placed them on her firm ass while she stroked his meat through the fabric of their uniforms with the heat of her womanhood. If that wasn’t enough to sell her thoughts to him she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned silently with each breath into his ear. Salinas was no stranger to these kinds of advances, and before the war he had broken more than a few hearts in his pursuit to engage himself in the more mechanical creations of man, particularly in the department of war. In the past many men cursed him for his ability to attract women not only with his looks, but by his rumored performance in bed. Little did anyone know his long lasting sexual encounters were a result of him belonging to a certain niche of sexuality that prevented him from cumming as quickly as his peers. His looks however came naturally, and so did the growing erection in his pants.
Freesia was expertly playing with his dick through he fabric of their trousers in an erotic lap dance. She could feel his manhood flip and sway under the motions of her grinding pelvis with some concern of the fact that he may not be feeling up to this after getting hit by shrapnel, but it was what she knew best, and wanted to repay him for shielding her from the previous day’s artillery barrage….as well as other more base reasons. With a man like Salinas it was hard for her not to be attracted to him in some regard. It was evident that she was ready to go all the way from the smell of her pussy wafting up into her nose, little did she know that Salinas was not in the position to be smelling her more subtle bodily advances with his current allergy dilemma. First thing on his mind was to relieve his allergy symptoms, but second was to see if Freesia could relieve the urge that Edy initiated during their night in Kloden. His balls wanted to explode and he prayed to the Valkyrur that Freesia could satisfy that want.
Salinas pulled up what was left of the shredded turtleneck that Freesia had modified for desert warfare and she submissively lifted her arms so that the top would slide off with ease, allowing her breasts to bounce freely under the moonlight of Barious. In return Freesia ripped her own belt off and pulled roughly on the waistbands that kept her pussy from saturating Salinas with her nectar while the shock trooper simply undid his fly to release his fully erect cock. Freesia only had time to remove one leg from the constraints of her panties and shorts by the time Salinas threw his weight forward and forced her on her back. His cock was throbbing at the entrance of her snatch and she instinctively locked her legs around him to force him inside.
Freesia was no virgin, it was hard to be when you were a wandering orphan who danced for money, and the extra ducat earned for more intimate services was a hard temptation to refuse. It had however been quite some time since the last time she had sex, and the thickness of Salinas’ member was stretching her to a limit she never experienced. Despite how ready her body was to receive him she had for once wished that she initiated a little bit more foreplay before he entered her precious flower. Salinas was forced to fill her up completely with the weight of her legs wrapped around his back causing the air from her lungs to evacuate in order to compensate for the new mass inside her. Her heart was racing and her legs were shaking uncontrollably, it was a marvel to her that her pussy didn’t try to milk him dry instantly with an orgasm, “Oh my god! -Yes!”
Salinas couldn’t help but be quite surprised himself. Just like Edy, the tightness of Freesia’s walls was enough to send any man over almost immediately, and he melted in the entrapment of her folds before beginning to thrust his dick against the inviting lips of her cervix with increasing vigor. The two of them locked lips while their hands wandered aimlessly across the sandblasted skin of each other’s bodies. Salinas played roughly with the tanned beauty’s breasts while she scratched his back with the nails of one hand and caressed her clit with the other. By now the juices of their sex was cleaning the dirt from their genitals that had somehow managed to stick to every part of their bodies and grunted with every thrust of their hips. Unlike his last sexual encounter Salinas didn’t have to stress being quiet as much and decided to use a more forceful approach to see if he could finally get off and forgo the stress that the battlefield was giving him and his comrades lately. Especially since unlike Edy, Freesia returned his thrusts without shame and wasn’t lying around submissively while they fucked.
Gripping her waist tightly Salinas lifted Freesia’s groin up with his without breaking contact so that he could stand on his knees and drill into her with the force of a jackhammer. Using the strength of both his arms and hips to drive Freesia to her first orgasm, “Mmmggghh! Fuck!”
Convulsing from the pleasure of her orgasm and with her hands free she thought to prolong the bliss by playing with her clit while Salinas continued to fuck her silly. “Yes. Yes, make me come again! Make me come harder!”
“Did you like that?”
“Yeah, baby...”
“Did you like that?” Salinas repeated his inquiry as he turned the young scout around and pulled her ponytail to keep her elevated while she spread her ass with her hands. The trail juices from her last orgasm were clearly visible due to the contrast of the soaked and dirty regions. Had Salinas not kept his pants on he was sure that his nether regions would look much the same, but the excess lube from her pussy just soaked into his uniform instead.
“Yeah!” Freesia confirmed her pleasure one more time before he began fucking her anew from behind. Using one hand to pull her hair and another to play with her tit while sucking the life out of her neck. “I love being fucked like bitch, breed me like a dirty whore!”
As tempting as it sounded Salinas had no intention of cumming inside Freesia. Being tied down to a woman would only take his time away from pursuing the only true passion he had; tanks. Unlike his night with Edy though, he was sure he was going to cum tonight. The difference was not in the women, but in the environment. At Kloden the nearest tank was at least a kilometer away, but after turning Freesia over Salinas was blessed with the sight of an immobilized Imperial Light Tank that had been shot in the rear by the Edelweiss’ 88mm gun while he was passed out. It was Salinas needed to see so he could go all the way tonight.
With an explosive amount of enthusiasm, that was previously nonexistent, Salinas fucked the tight cunt of Freesia. The powerful well-aimed thrusts from behind and having her hair pulled pulled by Salinas was enough to send waves of sexual bliss up her spine and send Freesia swirling down another climax. During her moment of involuntary spasming Salinas picked her up and brought her to the wall of the trench, which stood no higher than waist height from his feet, and bent Freesia over the side. It gave him a perfect view of the light tank and its penetrating death blow from behind. It really made Salinas want to penetrate his “dance partner’s” behind too.
Salinas spread Freesia’s toned ass apart and spit to lubricate his target. With his dick already soaked with the lube from Freesia’s womb he didn’t waste too much time grabbing her shoulders and forcing his cock up her ass as far as he could in one go. Freesia was still coming down from her last climax when he did this, but the shear shock of having her anal region invaded didn’t even allow her to scream, instead she wailed silently causing dust from the ground to rise in puffs of smoke with every breath.
“W- wait….” Freesia’s anal virginity had just been taken and she needed to catch her breath to think about whether or not she liked it. But before she could convince Salinas of this he forced the rest of his dick into her clenching butt hole, this time forcing an audible groan out of her. Normally Salinas would not go this far without permission, but the blessed sight a light tank allowed a more primal version of himself to awaken. Just like the beloved Edelweiss he stayed up many nights to masturbate to, he was able to get his cannon to penetrate a target were it was weakest, the ass. Yet he hadn’t even fired, until Freesia began to twerk on his dick in a way only a professional dancer could. With a grin on her face she tightened her asshole and pulled on the skin of his genital while bouncing her ass cheeks against his waist. She wasn’t expecting him to be forceful enough to pop the only cherry she still had left, and in return thought it fair to get a little revenge by milking his cock dry in one go. The professional gyrations were too much for Salinas to handle, and despite the duration he had spent fucking Freesia before now, his baby batter rushed through the floodgates of his cock and pumped the desert flower’s insides full of his seed.
The pulsating of his dick was enough to catch Freesia off guard as much as receiving intercourse in the ass, mostly due to the shear volume of cum that was filling her up. It was suddenly clear to her that maybe it had been a while since Salinas had any release as well, since the warmth of his hot seed seemed to fill not only her rectum but her entire intestine. It was her first and brief experience with anal, but the hot cum shot shivers down her spine and she clenched her butt again and squirting more than she ever had before. The fluid excreting from her vagina spilled down her legs like a waterfall and cleaned them of any sand it encountered until falling into her boots. She laid there breathing into the dirt since her arms and legs were too unstable to lift her off the side of the trench.
….
“Miss Edy! Miss Edy!” Dallas was running up to Edy, who had just awoken her lesbian comrade to take over the night watch and was getting ready for sleep.
“I already told you there aren’t any snakes!”
“No, it’s not that. I think I heard some struggling coming from over there.” Dallas motioned to the vicinity of Largo’s crew and was still too shaken up from her rape to brave investigating by herself.
“Are you sure?”
Dallas nodded furiously hoping Edy would believe her. It piqued Edy’s interest enough to fight off her grogginess a little longer and listen carefully to the night while motioning for the petite engineer to remain silent. After a few seconds Edy heard a grunt that sounded very familiar, it could only be one person, Salinas. It sounded a lot like him making love to Edy at Kloden, but Dallas still misread the situation.
“See!” Dallas looked worried that another gunfight was going to break out.
“Stay here, I’ll go check up on it.” The silver-haired thespian grabbed her SMG and got up.
“Should I wake everyone else?”
“No,” Edy sounded more pissed than usual, “I have a feeling it’s just Largo’s crew being loud as usual. Just watch the front.”
Something about being commanded by another girl made Dallas want to listen, so she returned to the crater designated by Rosie’s crew for the watch and remained silent while she watched Edy disappear into the darkness.
Edy didn’t have to walk too far to confirm her suspicions. The sand muffled her approach enough to get close and catch Salinas finishing off the wild desert spirit called Freesia. The tan scout had her fist stuffed into her mouth as she rode off the nth orgasm from Salinas’ handy cockwork and collapsed under him. A stream of semen and vaginal fluids was running down Freesia’s bare legs while her nude body twitched from time to time. Still being on cloud nine, Freeisa didn’t even notice Edy when she finally chose to speak after grabbing the discarded clothes of the tan and toned scout. “Well, look what we have here.”
Salinas was startled momentarily by Edy before realizing who it was. “I expect this kind of unfaithfulness from a floozy like Rosie, but not from you Salinas.” Edy was upset, she had asked Jann to be somewhat of a deterrence to prevent this exact thing from happening, it would take a blind man not to see the attractive beauties that were stationed with Largo’s men.
“Edy?!” With his cock still hanging out and a hand on his chest to grab his heart Salinas tried to calm himself down, “You shouldn’t sneak up like that.”
Salinas began fixing himself up to be presentable.
“And you shouldn’t be cheating on me.” Edy had one hand on her hip with a stern expression on her face.
“I hadn’t reali-”
“That’s all I’ll hear from you, let’s go.” Edy began walking back to her crew with Freesia’s clothes still in her hand.
Salinas turned back to Freesia while retreating from the scene, “Sorry, she’ll be mad otherwise.”
“Mad?” Salinas had hastily left, and Freesia was just coming to. When she stood up the full torrent of cum that had swam as far as it could up her gestational tract leaked from her ass. “Who’s mad?”
Freesia saw that she was alone and her clothes were missing. With her mind fuzzy and her limbs shaking she thought very little of her predicament and shrugged before walking back to her crew with only her boots serving as clothing. She hadn’t even realized she still had the spare shirt around her neck before she got back and Montley was greeted with the sight of her nude defiled body.
“What the f-”
“Shhh!” Freesia placed her hand over his mouth before he could shout. Montly was a fast runner, probably the fastest in the squad, but his nickname Fleet Feet was gifted to him for a completely different reason; he couldn’t last in bed. Just the touch of Freesia while she was nude was enough for him to ejaculate in his pants and make his knees week.
“W…. What happened?” Sounding a little more worn than before, Montley thought to get some answers.
“Nothing,” Freesia replied, “and you saw nothing.”
She then went on to go steal clothes from Claudia, who Freesia figured would think her bad luck made her lose a spare battle dress uniform. It was all Montley could do to reply, “….right….”
….
Edy managed to convince Dallas that the ruckus was no more than Largo’s crew trying to return Salinas, who she was now cuddling with under a single sleeping bag to get the smell of another woman off of him.
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May 17, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Excerpt From Aisha Neumann’s Diary
Dear Diary,
The youngest individual in Gallia to finish secondary military education and secondary civilian education: age twelve. At age twelve, a war broke out with the Empire and I lied about my age to join the Army. At age twelve, I got kicked from the Army upon bing discovered and lied about my age to join the militia. At age twelve, I was almost kicked again from the militia, but since they lack the strict regulations of the Army a waiver was placed due to my incredible talent. The tantrum I pulled had nothing to do with it I’m sure. At age twelve, I killed my first man in Vasel. I would earn many more kills over the course of two weeks. At age twelve, I began to see fellow Gallians die. At age twelve, I got drunk for the first time in a bar at Randgriz to forget the faces. At age twelve, I got my first hangover and still had to commit to my militia duties that morning. At age twelve, I got my first real crush. At age twelve, I saw a hardened war vet lose his mind after hearing the artillery fall on us before the sandstorm. At age twelve, I can feel myself begin to lose it. Will I be the next veteran that goes insane whenever memories of the past begin to haunt me?
Whenever I’m not talking to someone, or have time to think, the faces of those I killed come back to me. I don’t bring it up, because no one else does. Here in Barious there isn’t much water to go around, so we’ve taken to dampening a rag to wash ourselves each day. Just like any other shower though my mind begins to wander into the abyss that is war, and suddenly no matter how much water I put on the rag I never feel clean. I can’t tell anymore, is that mud or blood?
I’m not even a woman yet, but I starting to crack. Juno, who the squad has taken to calling “Specs,” is an intelligent woman, almost as smart as me, but her leadership is clearly not up to par to manage the crew. She’s a patriot for sure, but she lacks the ability to unify her team. Susie has started distancing herself from everyone else and seems to never fire a shot despite her claiming to, but always has ammo to lend out whenever someone needs it. Wavy tries to form bonds in the squad, but either through prejudice or lack of interest no one returns his sentiment. Elysse is a good fighter, but is too stoic. Mica, too self defeating. Ramsey, too lazy. Oscar seems to spend more time with his friends in other crews than with his own and Homer always seems to daydreaming. Dorothy is too shy to talk to anyone other than those close to her. Finally there is me, who no one seems to take too seriously because of my age. I’m in the most fractured Crew within Squad 7 and I’m at a lost with what to do with these dark feelings that are piling in me.
Just yesterday, I was on patrol with Juno and Claudia, while Claudia was telling us about how she lost a battle dress uniform somehow. She was concerned that maybe an Imperial and snuck one from her to try and sabotage the rest of the Division, a humorous concept to say the least. The smiles didn’t last long though, and are becoming more precious by the day. During the patrol I fell into an Imperial foxhole that had been covered with sand after the day’s sandstorm. As the Imp tried to kill me in close proximity I stabbed him with my bayonet and felt his blood spill on me. His face was close enough to kiss, and he didn’t look much older than Oscar., or much older than me. Juno and Claudia asked if I was alright, but didn’t ask again. No one pushed too much about these things, though they might have if they saw me puking behind the Edelweiss later that day or crying myself to sleep.
Today, my crew and I were vanguard for Delta Battery. A position not taken very lightly. I had a bad feeling about this particular assignment for quite some time but since the Regiment CO was covering ground with Delta Battery for the next few days I wasn’t about to object to the task assigned to me by the Lieutenant. Of course my premonitions were correct on this particular day. We walked right into an Imperial ambush as we entered a worn down building at the center of some ruins. The crew was surrounded on all sides and we fought our hardest trying to hold back an enemy that could’ve slaughtered us. They were about to do just that when the first sight of our tanks sent them on a tactical retreat. I was about to cry again, I didn’t even know why, everyone was alive, and the battle wasn’t even won yet.
We advanced someways behind the cover of the Regiment CO’s tank when a lancer shot the forward vehicle, an APC that housed some of the higher-ups and got a little carried away hosing down fleeing troops. The APC was burning a bright blue from the Ragnoline that caught fire inside the vehicle and the screams of the people inside echoed within my ears. A flaming mass with a human outline opened the entrance of the vehicle and another followed behind him. The first person pulled his red hot firearm from his holster and shot himself while the other other one fell to the floor and struggled for life. The CO’s tank couldn’t sit still, as more Lancer’s were taking aim, and the second flaming mass on the floor writhing in pain was crushed alive under the track of the Golden Lily. Once the rest of the tanks from HQ and D-Battery were able to create a line of fire the Imps finally ran free. Now the battle was won.
I stood over the body of the man that shot himself. The flames were out now. No skin remained, no muscle either really. Just the charred mass of bone and insides that were cooked medium-well for the vultures flying overhead to consume. I’ve been called a girl genius by those that have known me for my knack of thinking, and the scariest thought to ever cross my mind hit me while I stood over that body; what’s stopping me from putting a gun to my head and ending the pain. I looked at the gun in the dead man’s hand hoping it could save me, but a living hand is what did the trick as it landed on my shoulder.
Captain Eleanor Varrot, CO of 3^rd Regiment stood beside me with her hand on my shoulder, and it brought some life back to me. I looked up into her deep azure eyes and saw the sorrow she kept in them for the first time.
“I don’t understand” this is what I muttered to her.
“Neither do I.”
It shocked me to learn this revelation. A woman of her age, oblivious to an art she excelled at. It reminded me why I always strove to seek knowledge, because the more I learned the less I found I knew. I hated it, because I want to know everything. Varrot had to have some understanding though, you could see it in her eyes. Perhaps like all the others she wasn’t willing to share it, but she didn’t need anyone else, because she was strong enough to endure and fight. I wanted to fight too; now I’m here. Most of my comrades were drafted and some lied about their age to force that draft on them to fight.
I wanted to fight, that’s why I’m here, but I don’t know why I want to fight, Varrot does. I want to know just like her. I want to keep fighting and hold on to the emotions that remind me I’m alive like her. I want to be good at something like her. I want to keep learning about something I’ll never completely know about like her. I think I want to be like her.
I always wanted others to see me as a woman, an adult. I’ve done and seen things some women never got to experience, yet to many I’m still a child, Short Stop being my nickname throughout the squad. I think this is because I never knew what kind of woman I wanted to be seen as, or known what a woman is before now. The next time we get leave I’m going to the Randgriz library, there’s a lot about war I need to know if I’m going to strive to be like Captain Varrot one day. The youngest in Gallia to complete their Secondary Military Education; I’m beginning to learn that education is never truly completed.
I wonder what age Lanseal starts accepting cadets…
-Pvt. Aisha Neumann; 7^th Squadron, 3^rd Armored Infantry Regiment
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May 18, 1935 – 18:56 Hours, Barious [Valkyrur Ruins National Preserve]
D-Battery was rolling up into a concentration of barely standing buildings that somehow managed to survive whatever blast had decimated Barious in the days of legend. It was currently crawling with 4^th Regiment troops who were manning mortar positions and small field artillery pieces that seemed to be remnants of the last war. It was a little known fact that the trench system that was still somewhat present in Naggiar stretched all the way to Barious, and little work had to be done in constructing them due to the natural recesses throughout the land. As a result, many of the abandoned gun placements were still there and by some miracle still worked after some quick field refurbishing. Piles of spent shells half buried with sand and other live ones were being loaded and fired downrange while hundreds of 4^th regiment troops scurried the ‘village’ in an attempt to organize an offensive. It was evident that an ammunition locker had been preserved in the ruined village by the Gallian government in case it ever had to be speedily used for another war. A rare example of tax Ducats being efficiently spent.
Varrot was leading the column with D-battery just behind her. After the loss of an HQ APC yesterday nearly none of the HQ staff officers or assistants wanted to risk their lives at the front anymore. Varrot was a special breed though, and despite the rational fear inside her she had the courage and the experience to waive it off seamlessly. She raised a fist to signal to the tanks and infantry of squad 7 and 8 to halt before bringing her tank’s radio transceiver to her lips. “Landzaat, how far is Alfa Battery from the front of the column?”
“We’re currently ten mikes from your AO.” Faldio was on the line and answering for the section he was in charge of.
“Have your infantry ready for combat, I have a feeling we’ll need them.”
“Yes, ma’am. Assuming combat roles.”
For any other individual it would’ve been hard to grab anyone’s attention that was a member of 4^th Regiment since everyone seemed to be running around and artillery and mortar fire was saturating the air with shock waves. For Varrot however, it was as if she knew from muscle memory the exact timing the firing would cease momentarily, so she could grab the attention of a young shocktrooper who almost tripped over himself when her domineering call beckoned him. “You there, Corporal! Where is Colonel Bach!”
“T-third building to the right, ma’am! Should see a Gallian banner hung over it!” It didn’t take him long to continue his previous business once Varrot gave him a nod of approval.
She brought the transceiver to her lips once again, “Delta Battery, follow me. Once I demount I want Hunter and Gunther on me.” Without a reply she switched her radio to local with the twist of a switch and ordered her driver forward with the information she had just received. Upon arriving at her quarry she skillfully left her steed and waited for a pony-tailed blonde and punctual student to meet with her. She motioned them to follow her and inside the building was Colonel Bach with a number of runners and short-range radiomen sending and receiving news from the front line. It was also very clear that this front line was very close, as gunfire and the receiving end of the Gallian Artillery fire could be heard from this forward command post.
“Varrot!” Colonel Back motioned her and her party over upon noticing them, “It’s about damn time! I can use some reinforcements at India-16. Can you lead it?”
“Unfortunately not, the rest of my regiment has yet to arrive and they’ll require direction.” Varrot motioned for Welkin to step up and he snapped to attention before the Colonel, “This here is Lieutenant Welkin Gunther of Squad 7, he can help your offensive.”
“Very well, see to your Regiment.” Varrot dismissed herself and left the three of them to their business, “Gunther, eh? That’s a name I’ve not heard for a while. Come: see here on the map? I sent an assault of APCs to this cluster of rocks. Scouts determined it was little more than infantry holding the shit pile of sandy bricks, but the offensive proved otherwise. It seems some degree of low caliber artillery and MGs are present on the scene and I need someone to go in and save my 5^th Squadron as well as secure that rock formation. The guns I believe are thirty-sevens and the men I have there are pinned to the floor acting as carcasses. They need your asses over there an hour ago.”
“How many guns, sir?” Welkin began to mark the location on his map.
“You’ll have to figure that out when you get there. Sorry, but that’s all I can give you. Your skill is well known though, so I know you can do it. You Gunther’s always find a way.”
Welkin and Natalie shot the Colonel a quick salute, “Then I would like to move out without further delay.”
“Good luck out there.” Colonel Bach halfheartedly returned the gesture and the two Squad Leaders left the premises.
Exiting the building warranted the same amount of grandeur as entering the town did, with personnel running about all over the place, each assigned an individual task that formulated into a well-functioning army. This time Welkin and Natalie were in the bunch and Alicia stood waiting for them knowing something was about to happen judging from their haste.
“New orders?” Alicia asked Welkin as he began to mount the Edelweiss. Alicia didn’t bother giving the 8^th Squadron NCO any attention despite her waving.
“Yeah, get as much of the squad on the Edelweiss as possible, we have some troops that need assistance.”
“And the rest of them?”
“If they can grab a jeep and come along that’ll be great, but we’re on the clock.” Welkin got into the commander’s hatch and relayed the news to Isara at the helm, who was getting ready to enjoy the Edelweiss at top speed. Around this time Faldio and his section were coming up the road and he drove up his tank right next to the Edelweiss to see where Welkin was going.
“You guys heading out already?” Rather than use the radio Faldio was shouting over the engines of the tanks and gunfire.
Welkin turned to his friends voice and smiled before nodding in response, “A squadron from fourth regiment is pinned down for life. Have orders to help them out.”
As much as Squad 7 that could fit on the Edelweiss including Alicia were on the tank before Faldio developed a great Idea, “Need an extra tank?!”
Squad 1’s NCO was flabbergasted by Faldio’s suggestion as was about to advise against it, but Welkin was faster to the punch, “Of course! Carry as much as my squad as you can! I’ll give you details!” Eventually the sound of Edelweiss revving was too much for Welkin to yell over with all the artillery and mortars firing, and Welkin pointed to his radio to get Faldio to switch to his channel.
Faldio motioned that he understood and beckoned his second in command, Ramal, over with his hand. Ramal proceeded to running up Faldio’s tank and placed his ear against his commander’s lips while other members of Squad 7 ran up the tank to hitch a ride. “Take the Nightshade and the others to Varrot and see where they can help. You’re in charge now so don’t get cocky on me again, ya hear?”
Faldio was referring to a stunt that Ramal pulled in Vasel that had gotten a number of his squad killed and had since been replaced. Being too embarrassed to speak it was all Ramal could do to nod and run to the second tank of 1^st Squadron which had the callsign of Nightshade. Faldio’s personal tank was Black Rose, and it was starting to hit its maximum capacity as far as holding members of Squad 7 was concerned when Welkin finally came through on the radio. “Our objective is on grid India-16 just northeast of our position. Our orders are to secure the pinned down militiamen in the sector and secure the rock formation north of their position. Column order will be Edelweiss, Honeydew, Silent Daisy, and Black Rose.”
“Roger, I’ll cover your six.” Faldio was no stranger to the Lucky Sevens and their exploits that would regularly be announced on GBS National Radio. He was making sure to take good notes on just how Welkin did things, and how he’s never lost a man since their first deployment. Of course Faldio was also curious about how that sultry reporter was capable of getting her stories back to the capital, but that was something she kept under very tight lips.
“Nat,” Welkin called out to 8^th Squadrons acting Leader, “You copy?”
“Yes, sir. Loud and clear.”
“All right, let’s move out.” Welkin gave a quick signal with his leg that Isara was looking out for within the tank and began moving forward. Going top speed on the smooth sandy surface would mean that they would get to their destination in about fifteen minutes. Welkin was praying that whoever was still alive over there wouldn’t be found out by the Imperials keeping a vigilant eye out for movement.
…
The sun was very close to the horizon and the column of tanks that departed from the command post was traveling on a dirt road alongside a mountain with holes in it typical of the Barious badlands. As they traversed the path Welkin saw the battered APCs and a number of Gallian blue spots on the ground near them to his right. “Whoa, whoa. This is good, Is.”
As Welkin halted his own tank he turned around and waved his fist in the air that echoed down the column to stop the rest the tanks. Pulling out his binoculars he scoped the field that was to his right and looked to see if any of the Gallian uniforms were still alive. Sure enough, a few soldiers were huddled behind the APCs and make hand signals. To Welkin it seemed as though they were trying to say some of the men lying on the field were playing dead and using their dead comrades as cover. As he spied his conclusion through the lens he saw that it was indeed true. Some of the troops lying down would move their heads between their comrades behind the APCs and the column of tanks that just rolled up.
“You said the Imps had thirty-sevens?” Faldio was scanning the enemy rock formation with his own binoculars to see if could catch a glimpse of anything.
“That’s what they reported,” Welkin and his friend were having a conversation over the radio almost the whole way to the objective. It made Natalie feel a little left out on the account of how close they sounded while they talked, and would’ve felt bad if she had ended their conversation by chiming in, “but I’m not seeing anything.”
“Me neither,” Faldio dropped his binoculars and made his own plan in his head on how to approach the enemy so that he could contrast it with Welkin’s. It was a well thought out plan that involved a careful approach around the field to make time for the stranded troops to flee under the diversion. So he was surprised when he got something completely unexpected after asking, “So what’s the plan?”
“We’ll rush the field in a line formation about fifty or so yards apart with infantry in tow and pick up 4^th Regiments 5^th Squadron on the way. From there we’ll take the rock formation ahead.”
Faldio noticeably flinched at the plan, which gave the panicky Edy riding on his tank a quick start, as the reaction was quite unexpected.
“Let me guess,” Mina was also on Faldio’s tank and took a gander at what was said within Faldio’s radio headset, “We’re going in guns blazing?”
Faldio tuned slowly to face one of the medics of Squad 7 who merely shrugged with an annoyed expression. Mina was always the more aloof one of the triplets and didn’t like Faldio looking at her regardless of the reason, “…All right…Everyone off, and stay on my ass.”
“Mmuahahaha,” Jane cocked her SMG and jumped off the tank with Nina on her six, “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s murder some Imps.”
Each tank in the column unloaded their infantry and turned right to face the field. The infantry they were carrying then packed themselves in lines behind the tanks for use as cover as the armor traversed slowly enough for them to keep up at a light jog. After spreading a decent distance apart so that any potential AT guns would have trouble hitting them all at once Welkin radioed more directions, “All right, match my pace and look out for living friendlies on the field.”
As he gave this order and he waved over at the members of 4^th Regiment that hid behind the smoking APCs to work their way behind any of the tanks as soon as they came close enough. They had to be quick if it was going to work. Welkin didn’t know the exact range of the Imperial MGs or AT guns, but figured that the location of the stranded troops were probably well within their range. The only plus side was that the AT guns were of small caliber and wouldn’t be able to pierce the tank armor at the same range as the APC armor, meaning they probably wouldn’t fire unless it would be effective, however the MGs could pierce flesh at almost any distance. So if the Imperial Garrison holding the rubble down field started seeing the movement of infantry they would fire without hesitation and the thirty-seven caliber guns would likely do the same under the pressure. It was a gamble, but Welkin thought of something that would likely hold the fire at least long enough for the infantry to be safely behind the armor. “All tanks load HE and fire at will on my signal.”
The Gallian tanks approached the rubble by the ranks and the loader of each vehicle made ready the HE rounds as ordered. Welkin was hunched down in his commander’s copula with the Edelweiss’ radio in one hand and the gun mounted on the Edelweiss in the other.
“Gun loaded!” The call from inside the tank where Ramsey and Karl still resided to help with the function of the Edelweiss. As the first Gallian began to leave cover to make a break for the cover of the tanks rolling up to them Welkin gave his order.
“Fire!”
Almost in unison the line of Gallian steel had green tracers and HE rounds escape from the barrels of their guns in a wall of lead that postponed the first shot from the Imperial garrison. Fire superiority lasted for several seconds before the enemy began to fire back with red tracers of their own that ricocheted off the armor in a beautiful fireworks display. A few of the Gallian troops fleeing for the cover of the tanks still managed to get hit despite most making it unscathed to cover of the tanks as they continued to work their way down field and to the rubble.
“Welkin! AT spotted on the left side!” Faldio shouted into his radio as the first shot from the largest Imperial gun in the rock formation fired. The round flew true to the Honeydew at Welkin’s right and bounced off the hull forcing the APHE shell to explode not even a microsecond later in the air and hit a few of the infantry behind the tank. Had it been a larger gun it would’ve easily penetrated the armor of the lighter tanks in the formation from this range, but what it lacked in armor penetration it made up for with its rate of fire, and it wasn’t the only 37mm on the field. Another round landed just short of the Edelweiss creating a column of sand that restricted the view of the rock formation momentarily.
“Have one mid and on the right side too!” Natalie reported.
“8^th get mid! 1^st and 7^th will knock out the flanking guns, but keep MG fire on Imperial infantry!” After issuing the plan Welkin turned to Ramsey who was aiming the Edelweiss’ turret down below, “Take out that gun!”
The turret of the Edelweiss rotated to the target and Welkin pointed the mounted gun forward while Ramsey aimed the shot, “Hope this hits.”
Ramsey pulled the trigger and another 88mm HE round fired to the gun and hit just beside it, but the force of the resulting explosion was enough to send the troops operating it flying as well bend the barrel of the gun. “Target neutralized!”
With the AT guns being slowly knocked out and the Imperial infantry being pinned down from the elevated fire of the tanks Alicia took command of the members of Squad 7 present behind the Edelweiss. “All right, fan out! Open fire!”
Oscar ran up the Edelweiss and used it as a platform for sniping while the rest of Juno’s Crew, who were mostly the ones around the Edelweiss followed orders and fanned out to suppress the now obviously outnumbered enemy. Alicia took her usual spot beside Edelweiss and emptied her rifle while advancing towards the enemy. She wasn’t exactly hitting anything until the enemy decided to leave their foxholes and run now that they were defenseless against the tanks advancing on them. Before they could run further into the rubble for cover Alicia halted her advanced and focused on hitting as many backs as she could. Of course her and the rest of the Detachment was doing the same save for Welkin, who had stopped firing the Edelweiss’ secondary gun, and Susie. Susie had taken notice to the retreating Imperials and remounted the still moving Edelweiss to see if Oscar needed ammo. When it became clear he didn’t she slouched herself behind the Edelweiss’ turret and embraced her gun with a sigh.
“All halt!” Upon reaching the perimeter of the rock formation Welkin stopped the tanks form going any further.
“You sure, Welkin?” Faldio was inquiring through the radio once again perplexed by orders, “The enemy is in full retreat, chasing them down is what cavalry excel at.”
“Yeah, but there’s no saying if they have lancers waiting in ambush, it is an infantry unit after all. We’ll call a short artillery strike on the rubble then have our boots clear the debris.”
It was hard logic to argue with, not to mention the number of lives following the plan could potentially spare. Nationalistic zeal was certainly a characteristic of Faldio, and if he wanted to become a Gallian hero he believed it would be best to takes notes from the son of one. Of course if the limited radio broadcast he listened to were to be believed Welkin was becoming quite the hero as well, but Faldio doubted the nature boy even knew it himself. “Sounds good, Welkin. Should you call the strike, or should I?”
“Probably you. I’m sure you’ll be more careful when calling the coordinates considering the historical importance of where we’re at.”
Faldio replied with a chuckle, “Fair enough.”
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May 19, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Barious [Valkyrur Ruins Nation Preserve]
Selvaria paced the interior of the Batomys while Prince Maximilian sipped his afternoon tea awaiting news from the front. The silver-haired Brigadier General had run recon after recon on Barious for the past month, no sign of any Gallians had ever been reported during that time, so like any sane military commander she hoped not to strain the logistical structure of the Empire by bringing a force larger than she needed. Of course this meant when word of a Gallian Division being present in Barious got to her ear she was dumbfounded. How did a Gallian Unit of that size manage to get across the front lines without any report making its way up the chain of command? And why was she now having to request reinforcements from the FOB at Ghirlandaio?
Put bluntly; Selvaria was embarrassed. This was the first time in her company that her prince, Maximilian, was ever in danger of actually being engaged by an enemy force. This embarrassment only multiplied as each new report from the front came with bad news. The Gallians had broken our first scouting parties. The Gallians are pushing us back. We may no longer be able to hold the perimeter of the Valkyria ruins you wanted protected. The soldier who gave that latest report was greeted by none other than her blade, which amused Maximilian greatly. This bought some time before he would finally snap and start expressing his doubts towards Selvaria’s skill as a commander; as such, she was praying to her ancestors that the next report to come in would be good news. At least good enough to please Maximilian and keep herself in his good favor.
It wasn’t too long before the next report came in from Selvaria’s personal engineer, Karl Oswald. His timid nature always made Selvaria’s heart sink with sympathy, knowing full well he was more afraid of this visit than his last since hearing of a slain Imperial officer by her hand when he didn’t give her the news she wanted, “News from the front, Ma’am. Permission to relay the latest reports.”
“Granted.” Selvaria returned Karl’s shaky salute while trying to seem less agitated than she was of the current string of setbacks to fulfill her lord’s will.
“The last line of perimeter defense on the southwest side has fallen to enemy armor…”
A blue flame grew around Selvaria involuntarily. It forced the engineer to stop his words concerning the bad news and hurry to the good news he received from the radio crews, “But our on-board engineers have have confirmed the Batomys is back in working condition and the reinforcements from Ghirlandaio are expected to arrive by tomorrow at noon.”
The last of the blue flames died down as the Valkyrur turned to her lord, “This is good news, Your Grace. We can form an offensive with the Batomys as a spearhead and reform the perimeter on the ruins.”
“Nay,” Maximilian stood up and Selvaria and Karl knelt down before him, “We have delayed long enough. We will take the Batomys into the canyon north of the temple tonight and walk in at the cover of night. Take your best men and accompany Us.”
“Yes, Your Grace. I will inform the coming reinforcements to meet us at the temple right away.”
Maximilian approached the kneeling beauty and placed his hand on her head, almost causing her to faint, “We still have need of you, Child. Do not fail Us before we arrive.”
The humility burned on the Valkyrur’s face as Maximilian dropped his hand and departed the Batomys to tell the commander of the tank to begin to head out. Never before had Selvaria been defeated in the conflicts before the formal invasion of Gallia, but now since this operation had begun she failed Prince Maximilian twice. She couldn’t wait for the opportunity to unleash the might of the Imperial Army on the Gallain’s tomorrow and make up for her failures.
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May 20, 1935 – 10:44 Hours, Inside Ancient Valkyria Temple
“Tell me, Selvaria. Do these walls offer an answer to Our search?”
The temple had a faint glow visible from the ragnite walls that surrounded them and Maximilian was a little more pleased than yesterday since things were starting to go as planned. Happy that her lord had referred to her by name she approached the writing of her ancestors and prayed, “I pray… Where sleeps the ancient power?”
“What do you read, child?” Maximilian was eager to learn of the final key to his master plan. The years of investment and research, and the fortune spent on the woman before him to fulfill this very task had finally come to fruition.
“….” Selvaria focused on the voices of her ancestors in her head. As usual they were troubled and forewarning. They argued with her inside her head debating the need to know the location of such an artifact so far into the future. Of the billions of voices that questioned the necessity, a few spoke of the location with somber voices, as if they had spent the last thousand years wallowing in the regrets of their lifetimes. Hoping that those listening would be of the humble minority and sought knowledge without destruction, “Valkof. The holy lance, scorcher of the vast Earth…. asleep eternal in the bosom of Randgriz. Made pillar of its keeper’s keep. Kept thereby for eon without end.”
The voice wasn’t Selvaria’s, but of the ancestor that spoke through her. This Maximilian knew, and the confirmation he needed was finally made. He had started the war in Gallia for this very reason, so that like the Valkyria, he could be worshiped by the world as the greatest Emperor to ever live. When all of the faithful turn to his rule, the nations that protect them would fall to his grace and accept him as God.
“Then it’s true. The sacred lance lies buried within Randgriz’s walls!” There was no need to hide the excitement in his voice, this was the revelation of lifetime. Now all that was needed was to secure his bloodline as the descendants of the Valkyria. Unfortunately the one he had considered for the task was no longer seen as worthy to him and almost cringed at her voice.
“But Your Grace, how do you intend to control the lance once it is found?”
“Heh heh heh! Worry not. A beast fit to bear that burden will soon be at Our disposal.” And soon a woman meant to bear his children would be as well. He thought Selvaria foolish for ever believing that he might make her his bride while she continuously proved to be unreliable. Because of this he would revert back to the original plan he had before it was evident that Selvaria was not worth the investment. Besides, history told of the purist bloodline to exist, and that line sat at the throne of Gallia. “With this, Our dream is made hard fact. Our crown’s shadow will extend over all of Europa!”
The booming echo of Maximilian’s voice shot like thunder throughout the temple; as will his voice when he has made an Empire greater than the first by Valkyria, to be ruled by Valkyria once again. As a man of faith himself he knew since birth that he was chosen for this task. Chosen by the Valkyria to give rise to their empire once again through his.
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Hope y’all enjoyed. And as usual, thanks for reading.
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