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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[Author's Notes]: It's been too long. So long I'll save you some time and just I hope I can learn to update for frequently.
Without furhter ado, I present "Signs of Awakening" ...part 1.
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May 20, 1935 – 22:30 Hours, Barious
During the day, the area that was designated for medical triage to treat the wounded and dead coming in rapid succession was what used to be the Division FOB. Radio equipment, intelligence reports and staff officers were discarded and pushed aside to make room for numerous dead and wounded, and tables originally holding the equipment were used for field surgeries to those that needed them. The entire Division was on the run, or what was reported to Amatriain as a tactical retreat, but the truth was a lot messier than that. 2^nd Regiment had all but thrown their weapons to flee into the mountains south of Barious while a divided 1^st Regiment had to pick up their dead and wounded while trying to stay elusive from any Imperial forces during the sandstorm. 3^rd Regiment obviously was ambushed and had to abandon much of their dead, while the wounded were carried ahead as quickly as possible with what was left of the regiment defending them. 4^th Regiment’s defensive line had been crushed by a frontal attack led by imperial armor, splitting their forces in half, with the isolated half running to the mountains, and the others falling back to the FOB at the foothills of the mountains. With the division as devastated as it was, all that was left was the evacuation of the dead and wounded while they were stuck behind enemy lines. It was a task that consumed all the division’s resources, save for the few that volunteered to cover the rear.
Welkin stood in what was now a large almost empty “medical” tent, looking at the official casualty list of Squad 7, which had included their respective medical codes. As expected, Coby, who was miles away and being rushed back across the lines to receive more detailed medical treatment was labeled as code black, or “Expectant,” meaning he was not expected to reach said treatment alive. Others on the list included Oscar, Jane, Hannes, Susie, Karl and Aika, but something was strange to Welkin about the latter two, which had been labeled as yellow due to being shot by that blue flame. Welkin lowered the clipboard from his face to look the medical triplets in the eyes, “What is this note about an anomaly concerning Karl’s and Aika’s burns?”
“It means exactly what it says,” Mina replied with her usual curt brutality. But Gina was more accommodating to Welkin, approaching him perhaps a little too closely with an arm around his to press it against her breasts while using her hand other to point at the sheet and patients in question.
“It means that we, and the other medical staff, couldn’t pinpoint the cause of certain symptoms not usually affiliated with the burns they received.”
“It was weird, sir,” Fina spoke with her head down, Aika is a close friend to her and Karl a fellow crewmate, “They were experiencing things like vomiting, diarrhea, fever and nausea.”
“Many others with burns were experiencing the same symptoms,” Gina was practically breathing into Welkin’s ear at this point, it was behavior he often got when speaking to Gina, “All of them from 3^rd Regiment.”
“Which means that blue shit probably has something to do with the unusual symptoms,” Mina finally returned, “They happen to be very common things to experience when hit with acute ragnite poisoning, but our meager equipment and supplies out here don’t allow us to test for that. So instead of putting I don’t know, like the complete layman he is, the field doctor writes anomaly.”
“They’ve been on the evacuation vehicles for hours now,” Fina still refused to look up from her feet, “but our duties have kept us busy with all the other wounded until now to let you know, sir.”
“What about Susie?” Welkin asked, he remembered seeing the teenage blonde sitting against a support of the tent when he walked in. She was hugging her legs with her head down. Welkin was sure before arriving that she was on one of the first trucks leaving Barious as well. Fina just shook her head in response while Mina only momentarily flashed a look of…concern? With both her sisters silent, Gina was, once again, the accommodating one.
“She’s uhh…’walking wounded.’ And orders for keeping all green labeled casualties within the ranks still stand by order of the Division CO.”
“Can she fight?” Welkin was looking for a definitive answer, and was contemplating ordering the triplets to falsify the medical report by saying her wounds were more severe than they were.
“She’s always only ever been barely able to fight.” Alicia walked in that instant, walking between Gina and Welkin to split them up so she could retrieve the clipboard from Welkin’s hand. Vexation overtook Gina’s expression as she went to rejoin her sisters, “Ever since the Bruhl townwatch it seemed like something else was her goal than her actual duties. Now she’s just broken.”
“What took you so long?” asked Welkin.
“I was evading a certain reporter. You didn’t tell her anything, did you!?” Alicia looked about ready to paddle Welkin with the clipboard if he had said a word about what happened in the temple ruins. He shot his hands up in surrender.
“No.” Welkin smiled, “I wouldn’t dare get on the bad side of any government officials.” His smile didn’t last, thoughts about Valkyria sexual practices returning to his mind.
“Good!” Alicia pouted, Taking his change of expression as an understanding of just how serious those implications were. Then, she finally got to look at the paperwork, “I can trust Faldio not to say anything, but I need to keep a close eye on you. So, about Susie…”
“Shell shock,” Mina said, garnering everyone’s attention, “Or close to it. I would treat it with a stiff drink and a good fuck if I didn’t already know it wouldn’t work. Her left ankle is swollen and she has a hundred superficial cuts and bruises around her body, but is otherwise fine. A stiff drink will work for the physical pain.”
“Musaad would love it if you were his regular medic.” Gina smiled, “But ragnaid would do better, if we had any left to spare.”
“Whatever the case,” Fina spoke with more confidence than she had mustered in a while, “She’s not fit for combat, and with almost everyone in the division wounded in some way, they’re not gonna clear her for the last MEDEVAC convoy. Just ask, sir, and we’ll make up a physical ailment.”
Mina let out a loud sigh but nodded, then Gina spoke again, “We agreed that you’d might consider doing it, and if everyone present agrees to say nothing, we will change the paperwork. Given all the wounded that have gone through, there’s bound to be a few errors. She would be seen as one if they make it back across the line.” Gina rolled her eyes away to stare at empty space innocently while doing something with her arms behind her back. The posture put a lot of emphasis on her breasts that were struggling to rip out of her uniform.
The triplets all looked at Welkin in silence, his face masked with a certain degree of pensiveness. A look that had all girls wondering what mental battle he was fighting while trying to decide. It would trouble them as much as Welkin to know that Selvaria was on his mind again and not Susie, it seemed whenever he looked at a woman now that image crept into his brain. Forcing his eyes shut he shook his head. This was about Susie, he had taken her virginity years ago, and enjoyed it. He had often wondered during college that if he returned to Bruhl after graduating, if he would somehow reunite with the fair heiress and elope. Her father seemed to like Welkin if only for his last name, but the war was ruining a lot of old fantasies, and time waited for no one. Now Susie sat broken at the entrance of the tent, rumor saying she hadn’t budged or responded to anyone for hours. Not even to Alicia after she picked Susie up from the hailstorm conjured by the Batomys. It would be easy to tell the triplets to falsify the documents, but if for whatever reason that got out, they’d lose any chance at returning as medical personnel for the Militia, or even in a civilian hospital. Gallia, unlike some other nations, had yet to adopt shell shock as something as serious as it was, else Welkin’s father might have gotten the help he needed to live an even fuller life with his kids.
“Welkin?” Alicia broke his train of thought, “If it’s about your commission, I can give the order.”
Welkin didn’t care about his rank. He half expected to come into the militia as a Private, but government records showed who his father was and special treatment was given. Still, he knew what he had to do, “Just give me a second.”
Welkin walked away from the four beautiful girls, leaving them wondering what his intentions were as they watched him walk a considerable distance to the blonde scout that had been their topic of conversation. Behind him, Welkin could hear the engines starting for the last convoy to race back across the lines before the imperial onslaught would continue. Welkin took a knee beside Susie, perhaps a little more closer than necessary, but she failed to notice his presence. She still sat curled up against a support column of the large tent, her hands tightly covering her ears and staring blankly at the dirt. She seemed as fragile as an empty eggshell to Welkin and he cautiously raised his hand to pet her hair. Susie flinched at first, mimicking a tortoise retreating into its shell, but she eventually looked up to see Welkin and dropped her hands away from her ears. Taking the opportunity, Welkin spoke, “Susie, are you okay?”
Shaking her head, Susie wrapped her arms around Welkin’s neck and started crying into his shoulder, “No, no no no no, no. Please don’t make me go back, Welkin. I’m tired of it all. I never want to hold another rifle!”
“It’s not up to me, Susie. Division says you have to-”
“No! Please, Welkin!” She was sobbing now, Welkin could feel the tears though his uniform “I…can’t…”
“Division says you have to, if you can walk,” Susie’s desperate cries picked up again, but Welkin continued to rub her head and shushed her like a baby, “But now that I’m this close, it looks like your ankle is worse than I thought. Can you walk, Susie? Can you fight?”
The cries slowly stopped coming from Susie as she gradually began to understand Welkin’s intentions, and she sniffled loudly to clear the mucus from her nostrils before she shook her head against Welkin’s shoulder. She was happy to have him as her direct superior. All of a sudden, Susie was growing self-conscious about whether he could smell the dried urine that soaked her panties and skirt earlier in the day.
“Okay,” Welkin put his arm under her legs and picked Susie up in a princess-carry. She refused to move her face from his shoulder though, not wanting anyone to see her in this state. Welkin walked back to the four girls he left behind and stopped only for a moment, “Mina!”
“Y-yes?!” His voice was more commanding than usual, and caused even the stone-cold Mina to straighten herself.
“It seems Susie’s ankle is more seriously injured than the field doctor thought. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Mina grabbed the clipboard from Alicia and with a pen modified some things. She followed Welkin to a truck full of wounded that was getting ready to leave. Welkin got just behind the truck to lay Susie at the very tail of it while Mina exchanged a few words with the medical staff onboard, “Sorry for the delay, here’s the final list for Squad 7.”
“What was the hold up?” The medico took the clipboard and reviewed the contents.
“The hold up is that Captain Stalwart is a dumbass with a medical license.”
“Really?” The medico asked disbelievingly, and he looked down at Susie who had her eyes covered by her forearm and was breathing raggedly. The medico had seen Susie before in the tents and knew there was nothing severely wrong with the young girl, but being as aged as he was, he knew what her issue was. He took a deep breath and reasoned that there was room for just one more, and the charts say what the charts say. Being in medical was somber work, but not heartless work. He nodded to Welkin and Mina, “Okay, she’s in good hands. She’ll be waiting for you if you make it back.”
“Thank you,” It was all Welkin could say to the man riding the truck with the rest of the wounded.
“No, Thank you, sir. It’s going to be rough for third Regiment, and whatever of fourth they left with you. But covering our retreat, even those that fled straight into the mountains. You’re saving a lot of lives.” The truck began it’s departure into the foothills leading into the mountains. The medico waved goodbye. Welkin and Mina watched his departure as the other two triplets and Alicia ran up to them.
It would be Welkin’s playground for a while, these foothills. All of 3^rd Regiment would be playing a game of cat and mouse with the encircling imperials to try and cover the retreat of the other three-fourths of the division. Ammo was low, food was low, morale was low, and the receding light of the trucks as they departed made the situation seem all the more grim. Maybe if they surrendered, Welkin would become a POW and have ample opportunity to explore Selvaria’s more carnal desires – Welkin shook his head again.
“All right,” Welkin turned to the girls behind him, “Time to return to the squad and keep them motivated. We need to keep these imperials running in circles for as long as we can manage.”
But as Welkin began to make his way back, Alicia stopped him with her palm, “Hold on, nature-boy. You have a wound that needs tending too. How long have you been bleeding like that?”
Welkin looked to where Alicia was indicating to find a stain of blood near his groin. Looking at it made him feel a slight stinging pain on his upper thigh. A dangerous place to be bleeding without realization, but he remembered it had stopped quite some time ago on its own when he changed his pants. He figured it must have opened up again when he picked up Susie from the floor, and with all of the Squad’s medics present he wouldn’t be able to walk away from this.
“Not long,” Welkin responded to Alicia, “It must’ve just opened up again.”
“Figured a guy would be more worried than that to find his balls were shot off.” Mina joked.
“That’s not what it is.”
“You positive?” Gina bit her lip, “I can make sure for you.”
Gina’s enthusiasm made Alicia regret pointing out the wound. In fact her jealousy had been growing over Welkin despite knowing he in no way belonged to her. Damn her maternal instincts, how could they be so strong if she’s never even had a child? It brought her some comfort however that if all three were treating him Gina wouldn’t be able to do anything too funny.
“In any case we should find him somewhere private before examining the wound. That tent over there has been empty for a while.” This was Fina’s suggestion.
The tent Fina pointed out was clearly meant for a single officer of great importance before the mass retreat, it was probably Chevrette’s. The Division CO was probably forced to leave as soon as the situation was made clear across Barious. A high profile General like him falling into enemy hands could potentially spell doom for Gallia. Alicia nodded in approval at the suggestion and addressed Welkin and the triplets, “I’ll trust all three of you to look after him then. I’ll take care of the squad, Welkin, and I’ll get Sergeant Hunter to help too. Even Faldio, if he’s up for it.”
“All right. Thanks, Alicia.” Welkin let the triplets escort him to the isolated tent as Alicia watched mistrustfully with her rifle hanging from her shoulder. She thought maybe she should just join them, if it was Welkin’s body that she’d get to see again then it’d be worth it. Maybe she should have pulled Welkin aside alone to fix the wound herself. That could’ve led to some sexy fun, but she was certainly not fit to do such a task like the triplets were. Alicia released a deep sigh. No Faldio in the Valkyrur knows how long, and Alex was underwhelming without Vyse and Aika jumping in. That was almost a couple weeks ago now. Were rumors of that spreading around the squad now too? Alicia remembered how worried she had been about the squad seeing her differently if rumors did spread. It didn’t matter, but Alicia was beginning to think that the blonde rumor about Welkin was true, even though he didn’t hesitate to return her advances in Bruhl. But intimacy with Juno and Miss Ellet, the way he looks at Natalie, and that catering love he just showed toward Susie. And now Alicia just left him alone with three identical golden-haired beauties. Wasn’t that every man’s teenage fantasy?
“Am I just a masochist?” Alicia muttered to the empty night before striding her way back to the squad. She wasn’t going to cuck herself further by eavesdropping. Yet even that idea excited her enough to blush.

There weren’t many luxuries inside the tent that Welkin was led to, in fact it was as barren as the wastelands surrounding it. The only real feature was a large rug that spanned the majority of the tent, and seemed to be placed there just to prevent the occupant from having to put their sleeping bag directly on the hard dirt below. Of course, said bag was not in the room, and was likely taken with whatever else had been placed inside previously. The recurring sandstorms that had plagued Barious since their arrival also seemed to have left a fine layer of dust on the rug, and every step left an impression of their worn out boots.
“Here is fine.” Mina stopped Welkin and spun him the direction she wanted, “Fina, hold the light.”
“A-all right.”
There was a large slit on the ceiling of the tent, no doubt to let any moonlight that was available in, but the moonless night was not enough to illuminate the work area. Once Fina had turned on a flashlight to shine on Welkin’s crotch Gina was getting to her knees to undo his belt, but Mina stopped her before she could get his slacks loose.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Mina objected, “We’ll be here all night if you’re the one treating him.”
“Hey! That’s no fair. I expect that cock blocking from Twintails, but not from you too, Mina.”
“Maybe I’ll let you have your fun after I finish this job.”
“Hmph,” Gina got up to stand beside Welkin, “Maybe if you weren’t afraid to do more than just jobs you wouldn’t be the only virgin in the tent.”
“Tch!”
That was the look that Welkin was used to seeing on Mina – whose expression had been uncharacteristically soft since he had her forge false paperwork – it was a death stare that could rival Marina’s any day of the week. A look like that would send the bravest of men scurrying out of town in an instant if they knew what was good for them. But was this how siblings squabble? Welkin tried to think back about Isara and him fighting in a similar fashion at some point in the past but came up blank. Isara and him had been close ever since his dad first brought her to the homestead all those years ago. So close in fact, that one surprise visit by her to Randgriz University had led to a few judgmental looks by strangers thinking they were some sort of interracial couple. The assumption they were a couple while walking on the streets of Randgriz wasn’t helped by the more than apparent age gap between him and Isara. Regardless of his own sibling relationship, he felt it was time to step between these sisters just like the father he was beginning to liken himself to within the squad, or in his more primal thoughts, the alpha.
“Slow down, ladies.” Welkin raised his hands between them to grab their attention–doing his best imitation of what Faldio sounded like whenever women fought over the playboy–it was easier than he had expected it to be, almost like his face drew them in, “let’s just make sure everything is fine on me first, then we can talk about afterwards. All right?”
“Okay!” Gina quickly accepted the faux promise and wrapped Welkin’s arm around her and waited patiently while Mina’s strong facial features slowly began to calm.
“So you were worried about your balls?”
Welkin looked towards Fina to see how she was fairing, but all she did was smile and shrug apologetically before returning the flashlight to point at his crotch. In truth, Welkin wasn’t too worried about the testes, but the fact that his dick had been semi-erect since the conclusion of their last battle on account of the Blue Witch. It especially didn’t help that Mina’s malicious glare brought his thought’s back to the Brigadier General’s evil scowl as she dragged the Prince away. The only thing the young triplets lacked was the prime physical appearance of Selvaria, not that the girls in front of him couldn’t gather a herd of men to follow them if they tried, but their petite slim features didn’t match up to the enemy general’s voluptuousness. It was likely that treating this wound meant removing his trousers, and Welkin wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back his urges if Gina decided to keep teasing him, like she was doing right now by trying to rest the palm of his hand over her breast as Mina examined the blood on his trousers.
“Hmm…” Mina was on her knees in front of Welkin looking intently at the blood stain, she was so close that he could swear her hot breath was radiating through the cloth, “Seems the bleeding may have stopped already at first glance. I’m going to remove your pants.”
Mina looked at Welkin to receive approval, another uncharacteristic gesture. He would have expected her to do it without permission, but she was being oddly considerate after he forced Susie back across the line. It’s not like he could do it for her either with the other triplet in his right embrace. So Welkin nodded despite his worry, “Go ahead.”
Welkin held his breath hoping it would stop the throbbing of his semi-erect shaft before it slapped her on the face, but the anticipation of Mina removing his pants and boxers simultaneously only seemed to defeat his efforts. Little did he know, Mina was purposely trying to remove the pants in a more seductive manner, as well as remain in closer proximity to his groin than perhaps necessary. On the way to the isolated tent, the triplets had exchanged a look – initially engaged by Gina – to try and seduce the young lieutenant. Fina losing her virginity before marching into Kloden meant that Mina was the last of the three to take that step, and in a silent agreement typical of siblings that developed together in the womb, Gina asked her sisters to help change Mina’s ‘V’ status. Before volunteering themselves in the war the three had made something of a pact to get laid to some degree by other members of the militia, and whoever had the most “points” was the most attractive. Gina took it more seriously than the other two, but was still currently behind Fina. All the conversations the triplets had about it, the death and suffering of the most recent battles, and Welkin’s actions with Susie were enough to convince the triplets to try a quick fling with Welkin and get them all an easy point. Welkin’s looks – and possible preferences – were only part of what motivated this. So the sisters’ mannerisms and squabbles up to this point had all been an act, except for Mina getting angry about Gina pointing out her virginity, that hit a nerve for her. Gina however, was just sure that most guys liked to hear that a girl was virgin. Little did the triplets know that their efforts probably weren’t necessary given Welkin’s current state of lust for enemy generals. So it was a surprise to all four of them when a hard cock swung free of Welkin’s trousers and slapped Mina in the face complete with a string of sticky precum connecting his tip to her cheek.
Silence ensued, but only for a moment, then Fina gasped. Mina’s eyes were wide and she wondering if she was biting more than she could chew, concerns about whether his size could even fit in her flooding her mind. Gina could only smile, all pretenses concerning the small wound on Welkin’s upper thigh no longer existing.
“T-they come that big?” Gasped Fina, who was sure up until then that Vyse was as big as they got.
“Of course they do, silly,” Gina grabbed Welkin’s dick at the base and began slapping Mina’s cheek with it, this reminded Welkin that he was still holding his breath, which he released in a satisfied moan while relishing the sensation of a warm hand that wasn’t his, “He’s no Hannes, but he could give Largo and Walter a run for their money.”
“You’ve seen your crewmates’…?!” Fina trailed off, but it was clear what she was asking.
“Are you kidding?” Gina continued to slap Mina with Welkin’s persistently hardening cock, “A crew with that much testosterone and three young babes? They flash their cocks whenever they get the chance to try and impress us. Even Musaad can’t help but cum on on our bare legs while we’re pretending to be asleep.”
Welkin took note of his squad members' behavior with his crewmates, especially since it was Musaad, who had been a friend of his father before the late general died. The age difference between him and Gina was easily over twenty years, it’d be like Musaad making moves on Isara. Right now it was hard to blame him though, and Welkin’s thoughts strayed from the reproductive habits of Valkyria, to the reproductive research of twins, triplets, quintuplets, and so on.
“Could you stop that!” Mina was finally out of her stupor and using her hand to block the swinging phallus. Precum was already lining her palm and her cheek was lathered in it.
“But it’s so tempting!” Gina persisted, “I can see why guys do it n-Ah-!”
Welkin’s temptation was the three teenagers with him, so he stole a kiss from Gina while squeezing her breast with the hand she purposely laid on it, and with careful precision grabbed the back of Mina’s head and forced his dick into her mouth. With Gina’s hand still around the large phallus a means of making it easier for Welkin to shove his dick far enough to make the virgin triplet gag. If not for her sister's hand, the cock would easily be bulging the passage down her neck. Mina tried to push away at first, it was the biggest object she ever had shoved in her mouth, but eventually she remembered why she agreed with her sisters to take it this far, and relaxed herself. Welkin wasn’t giving Mina or Gina any time to breathe, and even Gina’s initial surprise had subsided as she began to melt into Welkin’s kiss and surrendered to the groping of her breast.
Only one left was Fina, who had dropped the flashlight she had been holding and fell to her knees. She was panting, and debating to herself just how to proceed. She was sure that Mina and Gina would be the ones to exclusively have Welkin while she just kept watch outside the tent, but it was as if the pleasurable sensations of Gina were radiating like a sixth sense to the remaining triplet, contradicting her so called loyalties to Vyse and Aika – sex pacts be damned. By this point she was already convinced that she would join their adventures after the war, and had even planned to get her sisters to join, but right now it seemed like her sisters’ erotic moans were convincing her to forget about Vyse and Aika both. Fina pondered just how easy it would be to join her sisters and Welkin in what was already escalating towards a sensual foursome, all she had to do was let Vyse and Aika be involved as well, but they weren’t around, and this could always be her little secret. The growing wetness of her pussy decided for her, it was once a prudish orifice that had been defiled by the cock of Vyse and Aika’s skilled cunnilingus, but maybe this was her chance at a little payback. It’s not like the adventurous duo could tell another man had been with her, right? Things like that were just myths. So Fina crawled on all-fours the short distance to Welkin’s sack full of potent seed, and sucked his left testicle into her mouth. It was salty from the natural perspiration that Barious forced despite Welkin’s better-than-most hygiene.
Welkin was already in heaven, and the fucking hadn’t even started yet. Gina was embraced by his right arm with his hand greedily grasping her breast while they made out, Mina was sucking what she could of his cock while Gina jerked it with the hand she had on it, and Fina was warming up his balls with her hot breath and spit. It was then that Welkin finally broke his kiss with Gina letting her gasp for every ounce of stolen breath he had taken from her, but when he tried to give that luxury to Mina by removing his hand, she returned it back to its place and moaned. So Welkin grabbed her hair into a fist and continued what he was doing while Gina began to help him completely out of his trousers, practically ripping them off around his boots before unbuttoning his jacket and shirt. It was clear that the most promiscuous of the sisters was more keen on seeing him naked than herself or her siblings. It was starting to become obvious to Welkin that if he did not fight back just a little, that the three girls would have their way with him with no remorse for their actions. It was sure to be a wild ride, but the only thing unclear was who would be doing the riding. It was Welkin’s first thought that if letting these triplets claim him as they wanted it would be nature's natural course at this point, but then he remembered he ruled this pride of lions. The virgin was first on his list.
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May 20, 1935 – 22:30 Hours, Barious
The hour had grown late, and Faldio watched from the copula of his Gallian tank as a lone reporter wandered the night through his binoculars. It was like trying to use them in a basement that had no windows and no lights. All light use was restricted, even red light, save for the emergency medical tents that were sure to be abandoned by morning after all the wounded and medical staff did what they could to help still incoming casualties from the major offensive the Empire had pulled. He dropped the useless binoculars and slumped onto the edge of the copula like a pouting schoolboy.
It’s only a matter of time, Faldio thought. He was sure that the reporter that acted as a stowaway inside the Edelweiss was cursing herself for choosing that day to make a run to the regiment HQ instead of being near Welkin. Who could’ve guessed that the Empire was gonna pull an army equivalent to the initial invasion force out of their ass? Faldio had concluded that perhaps Welkin might have. He wasn’t as surprised as he should’ve been during the early moments of today’s attack. Another fault Faldio saw in himself despite the number of military electives he had taken to plan for such a thing. A fault that only became more clear as he looked around at his beaten squad, or at the very least, what was left of it. Four guys and one gal as far boots were concerned, and two more inside the tank with him. The other tank had become nothing but littered pieces of shrapnel from a single blast of General Selvaria’s lance, and no bodies remained of the rest. Just ashes, mixed into the sand. Faldio lacked the usual confident posture that suited him as he watched the actions of his squad, all of which were concerning. One man leaned against a rock far off from the rest muttering silently to himself for what seemed like hours, another scratching his head until it bled to watch his hair fall out. The man that his squad had called the stallion was now a shell with no soul, and the last male of the infantry in his squad stared incredulously at the dark while sipping from a steel cup with nothing left in it. That left just the woman, a very capable sniper that was friendly with everyone in the squad, now sitting against the hull of Black Rose hugging her legs closely, all tears having dried up an hour ago, yet she still whimpered softly from time to time like the squeak of a mouse.
Welkin would never know what this felt like, and it upset Faldio to some degree, he hated Welkin for it–and it didn’t matter that Welkin had finally suffered some real casualties of his own. But he hated himself more for feeling so inferior to him, even when they were attending school together. Yet when it came down to the moment he couldn’t stop himself from acting. Acting to sabotage every minute Welkin tried to study, and the man took it as friendliness. Acting to get under every girls’ skirt that tried to approach Welkin–Alicia included–and the man took it as Faldio being a natural Alpha. Just once Faldio wanted to see Welkin get angry with him, because he knew he was doing most of it out of spite and hatred for himself. Faldio was sure he would die before that day came, so he just kept doing it. He was going to keep doing it too.
Faldio sighed audibly, causing the girl resting on his tank to flinch from the sudden exasperation. It was all mute really, Faldio actually did consider Welkin a friend, that’s why he hated all these malicious impulses that overtook him. He occasionally even did really big favors for Welkin to try and make it right in his own twisted way. It didn’t stop that inferior feeling though, and it was triggered when he watched Irene Ellet walk away from his squad’s temporary sulking den.
Making sure his pistol was in its holster, Faldio launched himself up from the Black Rose and began to stalk the wayward reporter. It seemed she was actually heading away from the camp, with a look of failure on her despite how easy it was to get what she wanted. “Stallion, watch the others. I’m taking a walk.” After convincing himself that his squadmate nodded under the veil of blinding darkness he made his way to see where Ellet was going. It was proving to be something of a difficult trek in the darkness, Faldio’s worn boots would occasionally get stuck in large rocks or cling to dry vegetation that was scattered about. The walk was about five minutes away from the rapidly depleting FOB, before Ellet finally stopped and took a seat on a large boulder that overlooked a majority of the base. By the looks of it the last MEDEVAC convoy was just taking off with its headlights fading into the Barious highlands that rose into the mountainous region of Gallia’s south. It didn’t seem like Ellet had noticed Faldio’s creeping. She was in deep thought and wasn’t really paying attention to her surroundings at all by the time Faldio was just a step behind her.
“What the hell happened?” Ellet was muttering to herself silently as she was trying to piece together the events that took place over the course of the day. Most importantly, how was Welkin involved? But he was proving to be very evasive about some really key events that may have led up to what was a major counter offensive by the Empire. It didn’t help that Alicia was being tight-lipped either, and everyone else was telling tall tales of witches and magic. Ellet knew she had one more medium to get the knowledge, but her background in her field said he would be an unruly informant. So she was even more on guard when the man in her thoughts spoke.
“A very good question,” Faldio replied to the reporter’s inquiry, and a start made her twist fast enough to fall on her ass. Faldio stood over her close enough to prevent her from standing, “Yesterday, we were marching strong behind enemy lines without the sight of an imperial. Now the division is scattered and defeated, and the one who needs all the answers is stuck with questions.”
“And you have the answers for a price.” Ellet said matter-of-factually, experience taught her where this was going. Ellet crawled in reverse to try and get room to stand but Faldio closed the distance putting her against the edge of a short cliff, “I’ve dealt with your types before, so save me the suave pretense and name it.”
Her frank response caused Faldio to frown before continuing, “Simple. Information for information.”
“That’s it?” Ellet spat disbelievingly. “And the gun in your hand is just for our protection?”
“I don’t use protection, which you’ll learn first hand depending on how cooperative you are. Now tell me, do you believe in the Valkyria legends?”
“I believe in facts, Mr Landzaat. If we’re here to discuss fairy tales then even your information is useless–” Ellet stopped when the gun was aimed at her head, “...So what now? You shoot me?...Say some Imps appeared from nowhere and canoed my head because I don’t play your game?”
“Do you believe in Valkyrur?” Faldio repeated gravely.
“If I say yes, do I live to hear what happened?”
“After I prove you are safe to tell it to, yes.”
Ellet considered her options and routes of escape before she replied, “Then yes. I’ll believe in your Valkyrur for now.”
“Good enough.” Faldio backed up, keeping the gun aimed at her head, “Now stand. Strip!” Ellet stood up compliantly, but hesitated to take off her clothes. Instead she shot him an inquiring look. “Quickly! Down to the skin.”
“Where do I put my clothes?”
“Toss them off the cliff! I don’t care what you do with them! They need to be off. This is essential to the deal. Once you’ve learned what I know–what I think I know–it’ll all make sense to you.” Faldio pulled the hammer back on his pistol to show the urgency. It was not necessary though, the promise of knowledge so extravagant that it’d make a normally composed man act like this was enough to get Ellet moving. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra before working on the lower extremities of her clothing. She wasn’t throwing them off the cliff though, and feigned a playful strip at one point just to see if this was giving him some sick kick. That didn’t appear to be the case.
“Shoes and socks too.” Said Faldio again after she stopped.
Ellet hoped she wouldn’t have to put her bare feet on the gravel, but left with very little choice, she complied.
“There, all done.” Ellet was just happy the air was warm in Barious and it wasn’t at the peak of winter. If so, it would’ve been like a time when she delved too deep in the criminal underworld for a story, “What now? Want me to dance?”
“Is that your natural hair color?”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” Ellet motioned sarcastically while presenting her body. Perhaps it’s too dark to tell.
Faldio approached her cautiously and lifted her arms individually to check the pits. Shaved. Looked at the hair around her pussy then at the hair on her head before lifting her glasses up to inspect her eyes closely. Then he pulled out an Yggdist necklace that he had kept from childhood and put it around her neck. It was made of pure ragnite and did nothing but sit between her breasts. Ellet recognized the weird behavior as the way some Yggdist cults checked youth to see if they were gifted in any way. There was rumors of one cult in Randgriz that would do this to girls that reached the age of their first menstrual cycle, then rape them if the necklace didn’t glow. Seems like most girls, Ellet wasn’t gifted, given the lack of reaction from the necklace. Faldio holstered his gun, “You’re...normal…”
“Sorry I don’t impress you.” Except Ellet wasn’t sorry.
“Believe me,” Faldio conjured a flask of what appeared to be brandy from one of his coat pockets and sat on the boulder that Ellet had originally claimed as her seat, “Normally I would be very impressed. My price would’ve been fucking the life out of you until my child was in you–which I might still do–but I had to make sure first. Bourbon?”
“No, thanks.” Ellet sat her nude form down beside him. Comfortable that she had perhaps misread Faldio’s more sadistic nature, “Now what’s this all about?”
After taking a sip of his flask, Faldio got up quickly from his makeshift seat and walked over to kick Ellet’s clothes down the cliff. It seems Ellet didn't misread how this deal was going to go down. From that point forward Faldio did everything Ellet objected to while pointing a gun to her head, and she didn’t get much in the way of information save for the fact that Faldio had a sex drive that could run Welkin under the bus, and Faldio was slightly bigger than him too.

A mixture of cum, blood, and vaginal juices were spilling out of a sprawled out Mina on the floor beside Fina who had felt split in two from the pounding her pussy had gotten. Welkin hadn’t cum inside Fina because he had already put a few loads in Mina and he wanted to bathe her with the next load instead. She was covered in what was a pretty voluminous splash of semen that covered her breasts and face. The two younger triplets held each other in a light embrace panting from the workout that Welkin had given them while the eldest was riding out her third orgasm from riding Welkin’s dick. Welkin sat on his ass on the soft dirty rug, letting Gina do all the work while he sucked on one of Gina’s nipples and manhandled her ass cheeks apart to help her bounce on an almost empty phallus.
Normally, Welkin wouldn’t be able to go for so many rounds, but his new outlook on his research and thoughts of Selvaria constantly lingering on his mind were clearly making some physical changes in him. He was beginning to suspect that he wouldn’t be able to go a single night without some sort of release, even when that release seemed impossible. It seemed impossible right now, but Gina was determined to get a load out of him, no matter the costs.
After coming down from her most recent climax, Gina was twitching and out of breath, it didn’t seem like she had anymore left in her at this point but she was still hopeful. So with his hands already leaving their prints on her ass, Welkin used his strength to pull her up and down like the cock sleeve she was behaving like. It was up to him now that she was tired from the whole ordeal. So tired that she couldn’t even embrace him anymore and fell on her back in between Welkin’s outstretched legs. Her teen body was flexible enough to allow this awkward position and it bent to Welkin’s will like a marionette doll as he manipulated her pussy around his dick. Gina’s initially determined expression was now just a consistent orgasm face and she let her vulnerable body get fucked silly. Only a minute of this utter sexual dominance was all it took to make his balls reload another potent potion of seed that carried him to release. His first ejaculatory torrent was enough to fill the young teen’s fertile womb before Welkin finally let go of her ass and the rest lathered her slim stomach and up to her neck. She wanted no more based on her limp response.
Finally, Welkin closed his eyes and fell back to lay on the dirty carpet, his sweat sticking to the dust that littered it. It was time to catch his own breath while his softening cock allowed vital blood to carry oxygen to the rest of his aching muscles. He took a deep breath through his nose and smelt the sultry aroma that dominated the tent interior. He was still sort of intertwined with Gina when he worked around her to stand up and put his pants on without boxers. He couldn’t find them in the mess of clothing that laid haphazardly throughout the floor. Naturally, Mina was the first to recover after him. Sitting up causing all the remaining seed inside her pussy to spill out as she handed him his shirt. She had been laying on it and some blood from her deflowered pussy had stained it. Welkin put it on and his boots before grabbing his jacket. Mina was sitting on the floor and Fina was showing signs of recovering too when he was getting ready to leave.
“Mina,” Welkin’s voice was reminiscent of the tone he was using when about to command, and the medic straightened her back impulsively, “Get your sisters dressed. From now on any medical treatments on me will be by you alone.”
“Yes, sir…” Mina’s face seemed to portray pride for some reason.
Weird, Welkin thought. It was just a safety measure to make sure he didn’t have to tire himself out with all three at once again. Mina was acting a little strange lately, usually her attitude matched Marina’s.
Shrugging the teenager’s response aside, Welkin opened the entry to the tent and was immediately confronted by Captain Varrot. Her face severely blushed, and her stance not as domineering as usual, it was clear she knew what happened. Her gaze followed Welkin’s figure from the feet up before her eyes locked to his. Then she cleared her throat, “I suspect your medical needs have been met, lieutenant.” She put emphasis on the word, needs.
“...Yes...they have.”
“Unfortunate, but good. There are some things that require your attention. It seems Largo has found a way to get drunk and your Sergeant is having trouble wrangling him up. After he finished making moves on me, Melchiott informed me you could be found here, getting some...treatment.” It didn’t take long for Varrot to regain her usual composure. “I know you’ll do well in correcting your subordinates' behavior.”
“Of course. I’ll get to it right away.” Welkin said as he started for his squad’s last known location.
“Lieutenant!” Varrot’s voice stopped him in his tracks, “We’ll discuss your squads recent...behavior...if we return to Amatriain. In my office. Alone.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Welkin and Varrot exchanged a salute. Then Welkin continued on his way.
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May 21, 1935 – 09:30 Hours, Barious Highlands
“So like anyways, after the Captain pushed his drunkass away, he started making moves on Twintails,” Rosie was not really interested in what Cherry had to say about last night’s incident report of Largo and his crew. The story of how the entire crew managed to drink for their fallen comrade was spreading like wildfire throughout the detachment making up the rear guard for the retreating Gallians. Mostly because every boot was wondering where they could get hands on booze of their own. No one blamed their behavior, with the exception those that were victims to it, because most knew why the drinking had felt necessary. But Rosie had had it with just how much Cherry could talk about it. Ramona, Edy, Nina and Dallas could not get enough of it though. Even Mina, who had not been around to witness the events, was getting some laughs from it. Rosie thought it weird that her attitude was light enough to make fun of the incident. By now even the medic would be as tired of Cherry’s talking as her. Something happened with her last night, Rosie thought. The idea didn’t linger though, “By the time the Boss shows up. Largo is like practically groping her. Took Nina and Jann to rip him off and like put him down.”
“That’s right!” Nina was praising herself, “Took these guns to put the big man down. He was quite a fighter though. Wouldn’t mind a quick tumble with the big guy. Bet he’s packing more than the boss anyways.”
Nina went on a rant telling her side of the story, forgetting that all of them were supposed to be concealed, but not before Rosie muttered, “No. They’re packing about the same.”
It wasn’t loud enough for everyone to hear, but Cherry was very good at picking up Rosie’s chatter, given that she admired the woman so much. Seeing that the comment wasn’t meant for the rest of the Crew, Cherry leaned in close to whisper some gossip with Rosie, “You mean you know? I knew you always talked about Welkin, but I didn’t know Largo too.”
“Yeah, not so much by choice though.” Rosie recalled her short couple experiences with Largo, “Largo likes to use a woman, but Welkin knows how to use a woman. If I remember correctly they were about the same size though.”
“That’s like crazy. Largo seems to have at least fifty pounds on the boss.”
“Yeah,” Rosie agreed, “But for all that muscle mass, he’s pretty lazy in bed.”
“Wow, good to know.”
Rosie eyed Cherry for just a moment wondering why any of that was good to know before interrupting her scan of the ravine below them to yell at the rest of the ‘supposed to be concealed’ crew, “Shut up! Don’t you know the stakes here? We’re surrounded by Imps!”
“Really?” Edy was always the first to protest Rosie, “Well I don’t see any. Maybe your old eyes are starting to fail you.”
“Edy! I swear you’ll get yours once we return to Amatriain.” Rosie’s angered shout became a reasoned tone, she had already filed her complaint with the Lieutenant, and was confident Welkin would make true on his promise, “But for now we need to keep moving. Coast is clear, meaning the Boss was right in assuming that we’re hidden…for now.”
“Meaning there is no guarantee we’ll actually make it back to Amatriain. Is there, Carrots?” Edy realized the morale was low, and saying such things was not good, but if Rosie said the sun rose in the east, Edy would say west no matter how much evidence said otherwise.
“Nonsense,” Salinas said. He always intervened where Theold would not, “We’re making it back to Amatriain, Edy. All of us.”
Edy’s hostile posture melted into coquettish submission like all the other young girls in the crew when Salinas spoke. Rosie wouldn’t melt before him like the rest, but she did blush occasionally. Like now. Hell, Rosie was sure even Jane wouldn’t mind using the man in one of her sadistic fantasies.
“W-well of course we are!” Edy said, embarrassed, “I just didn’t want the hag to make promises only you can keep.”
“I oughtta-” Rosie was seeing red as deep as her hair before Salinas’ voice stopped her.
“Focus, Rosie. The perimeter is clear. What was next?”
“...Raiding…”
“Raiding?” There was visible confusion on Dallas’ face and the rest of the crew. Dallas immediately regretted speaking when Theold looked at her. She did not like that he had seen more than enough of her already.
“Yes. Most food, fuel, and ammunition was abandoned during the retreat.” Rosie returned to scoping the ravine to see if any stray imperials would wander down it. “Clothes have been bad too.”
Rosie and the rest of Squad 7, except for Welkin maybe, could not pass a uniform inspection in any sense. Rosie’s ass high stockings had been torn so much she went without them. Tears and holes in her uniform made her look more feral than militia, and even laces were replaced with leather or foliage. Looking at the rest of the crew, it was the same. Ramona tried her best, and you could tell she hated her dirty uniform. Edy however found a way to make the dirt and tears cute, while Salinas and Theold being guys wore it well, but would easily pass for homeless in Randgriz. Nina didn’t mind her exposed muscles at all. In fact Nina had really just the trousers complete and somehow managed to turn her undershirt into something resembling a loose sports bra, meaning anyone looking up to her from below would get a healthy dose of abs and under-boob.
“That being said,” Rosie began again, “Orders are to harass the Imps and steal their stuff. Orders that actually come from the Captain of all people.”
The entirety of Rosie’s crew took a minute to look at each other, as if finally understanding just how dire the situation was. Seeing the shabby shape of their uniforms and lackluster maintenance of their guns clearly for the first time. Nina had the same magazine in her SMG since yesterday. It housed her last bit of ammunition she had to spare. Dallas noticeably avoided Theold’s gaze, but examined the rest’s state of dress, munitions and morale.
“How exactly does one raid the enemy in our state though?” Dallas asked.

“I don’t like it one bit, Cap’n!” The imperial scout spat out a wad of tobacco as he was shouting to the officer on the tank that was looking at a map of the Barious Highlands. “Last time we were idle for this long we gone an’ ran into that Federation ambush outside of Valois, you ‘member? Except there it was green, an’ the women! Mmm!”
“You’ve dutifully expressed your concerns for the last half hour now, Kanazar. They have been noted. We’re just…a little turned around in here is all.”
“One promotion later, and he still can’t read a compass.” A private whispered into Kanazar’s ear while spitefully eyeing the Captain mounted upon the light tank.
“Aye, and he ain’t gonna live to see his next promotion while we sit here in this ravine. Get ready to flee on my mark should we come under attack.” Kanazar whispered at the same volume to the private before turning back to yell at the Captain, “Forget the damned map for five seconds Cap’n. Let’s just get the hell outta here before-”
As if on cue, a grenade landed in front of Kanazar and in the middle of all the men surrounding him.
“Oh, fuckin’ell…” Kanazar leapt wholeheartedly and without hesitation to land his body on the explosive device, “Don’t just stand there! RUN-”
The blast of the grenade ended his words and splashes of blood and dust littered those that were closest to him. Kanazar never imagined dying the hero at his age, but some sort of bond with the young men around him made him realize that his life was worth saving theirs, so long as the Captain didn’t live long enough to rush them into another ambush after this one. It wasn’t meant to happen though, since the Captain on the tank was the next target to be taken down by Sniper fire from Marina. Kanazar, the most senior NCO was blown to bits, and the Officer of this detachment spilling blood all over his map. It was now just a choice of fight or flight for the remaining Imperials that were scattered about the small convoy, realizing now that their disoriented Captain had them wander too deeply into the Gallian occupied foothills. Half fled the direction they came from. The other brave souls that stayed to fight were being mowed down by coordinated sniper fire from Catherine, Marina, and Cezary. Naturally, Nadine wasn’t far from Cezary, spotting for him as more Imps began to scatter.
Ted, Vyse and Alex stormed in under the cover of their faithful sniper crew toward the retreating tank that had closed its hatch shortly after shots got fired. Vyse and Alex both spraying any Imperial that dared move in their sight. Alex was the only scout of the crew with Aika out of action and performed his one job admirably. Using the last grenade left among the crew he rushed the confused tank that was looking for muzzle flashes on the ridge. Alex was what you could call an expert climber and hastened up the light tanks armor with ease before slipping the grenade inside one of the hatches. He put his weight on the hatch so it couldn’t be forced back open until that signature blast was heard inside. The tank stopped immediately after, but Alex finally took his weight of the hatch and waited. Sure enough, the driver hatch flung open with a sidearm firing blindly in multiple directions. Vyse stuck the barrel of his SMG into it and unloaded an entire magazine. Then, came the quiet.
Catherine shouted into the ravine from her hidden sniper position and her voice echoed through the canyon, “Is it all clear?”
“Nothing else to see here, Chief!” replied Vyse while he reloaded his weapon with a magazine that was only half full. His voice also echoing.
“We need to move quick. Wolf, follow me down. Keep over watch from your foxhole, Cezary.” Catherine appeared from her hiding spot and so did Marina. They were on opposite sides of the small canyon, but both sporting face camouflage that matched their surroundings. Along with the face painting was brush that hung all around their limbs and torso to make what was essentially an improvised ghillie suit. They jogged down the steep slopes to get to the bottom of the ravine in record time, “Look for the basics and place them into as few bags as possible. Weapons, ammo, food…”
“Ugh, and water!” Alex was dumping the entire contents of one Imperial’s canteen all over his half-naked body, “Where do these imps get it?”
It quickly became clear that the short period it took the two brunette beauties to traverse the slope was also all it took for the boys to begin playing. Ted mounted the smoking imperial tank with an imperial helmet on his head. He too was half-naked, but with the camouflage paint adorning every square inch of his exposed skin.
“Hark!” Ted shouted from atop the tank, deepening his voice to the best of ability. The barrel was just under the groin of his trousers, “It is I, Maximilian! Tremble before my mighty cannon and tank! Which clearly isn’t compensating for anything!”
“Oh no! Not Maximilian,” Alex played along, pitching his voice an octave higher, “But I’ll never bow, not as long as bossman has anything to say about it! Tada!”
Vyse jumped beside Alex and feigned shooting his SMG, “Eat my bugs! CHAKACHAKACHAKA!”
“Blast! My only weakness! Watch me flee with my tail ‘between my legs,” Ted jumped off the tank and grabbed Marina by her slim waist to move her in between him and Vyse, “Save me, my sexy witch!”
Marina did not hesitate to swing her fist at the joker, but Ted was becoming really good at dodging her strikes. All the boys were laughing, including Cezary from his foxhole, but only Nadine could confirm that. When Marina turned to Catherine to protest Ted’s action, she saw that even Catherine was giggling from the impromptu play. Marina then turned her expression of scorn into an uncharacteristically cute pout, which made Catherine sigh.
“All right! Enough!” Catherine clapped her hands loudly together. She was clearly the mother in this group, “Get collecting, we spend too much time here, and they’ll be back before we can escape.”
That’s all it took to get everyone moving again. Ted did utter and apology to Marina before he got to work himself though. He was sure he’d get her to laugh at the next joke.
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May 21, 1935 – 13:47 Hours, Barious Highlands
Largo’s crew sat bunched up inside of a what could be called a cave by some definitions. Every member of the crew was sitting back-to-back in the shade of the geological cavity in an effort to relax. Largo and Jann was one couple, Freesia and Walter was another, Montley and Musaad as well, with Gina and Claudia as the final couple to be partnered up. It was hot inside the cave too, but relatively cool compared to the blistering sun outside. The entire crew was tasked with certain objectives today, but they were still too knocked out from last night to see any of them through. So here they sat. Echoes of the cicada cries penetrating lightly into their little shadowy hole.
“Are…are we still hungover from last night?” Freesia asked breaking the silence in the cave. She had just awoken from a quick nap to try a sleep her headache away.
“Yep,” Replied Largo.
“U-um I didn’t drink.” Claudia’s response was practically a whisper and everyone ignored her. Even Gina, who also didn’t have a drop of alcohol the previous night. She was hungover from something else, and it was her pussy that was sore instead of her head. But oh boy, was it a good kind of sore.
Another silence passed before Freesia spoke again.
“Are we going to starve if we can’t find food today?”
“Yep,” Largo said again. Just as matter-of-factly as the last time.
“I still have some rations.” But again, Claudia was to be ignored.
Even more silence came to pass.
“Aargh!” It was Montley to break the silence this time. His sudden shout making most of the crew wince, “You geezers need to recover already! We can’t just laze about all day!”
“Who you calling ‘geezers?’” Pouted Freesia.
“Why are you always in a hurry to get somewhere, Fleet?” Largo sighed.
“The boy is right, honey.” Jann intervened, “Performing badly today won’t help get back on the Boss’ good side after last night. If it wasn’t for you being good friends with the Captain, we’d probably be locked up.”
“Not likely. The regiment is too fucked for that.” Largo said. Truth was he wasn’t proud of his conduct last night either, and it was time to make it right, “but you’re both right. We have a duty to the squad, and Gramps, and that cave man wouldn’t want to see us moping like this. We need to get off our asses and do what is best for the group. Right!?”
A collective nod echoed down the crew, but no one got up to do anything still. Not even Montley, who had made the call for action to begin with.
“That being said,” Largo continued, “All in favor of resting another hour, say ‘aye.’”
“Aye!” Everyone including Jann and Montley expressed their agreement with that plan.
“Great. One more hour then.” Largo took a deep breath.
“Thanks for the backup, Uncle J.” Montley shot Jann a thumbs up and he replied with a wink.
“No problem, sweetheart.”
“I won’t forget you called me a geezer.” Said Freesia.
All Montley did in reply was chuckle nervously. Afterwards, like before, the cave returned to silence. Several minutes passed by before the shouting of the cicadas was being drowned out by the sound of internal combustion, and the pebbles on the floor began to shake. In one uniform movement, the entire crew shot to their feet and grabbed their weapons. Largo was peeking out the cave to get a grasp on the situation outside and the rest of the crew piled behind him. It was lucky for him that he had the strength of an ox, otherwise the whole crew would be sliding down the slope trying to see what was outside. It was a whole column of tanks with ample infantry support. Had to be an entire battalion of armor, at least, making their way into the highlands after cleaning the air filters from that sandstorm yesterday. For whatever reason, Imperial tanks were really susceptible to the sand in Barious. Bunch of snowbirds that didn’t think to engineer for a desert.
“Well, should we start raiding?” Asked Claudia.
The whole crew turned back to look at her in disbelief.
“I swear, Black Cat. If you were in charge the squad would’ve died before leaving Amatriain.” Largo couldn’t even tell if she was joking anymore, “Obviously we can’t engage a unit of that size. Everyone, back in the cave.”
The crew listened to Largo and all of them returned more or less into their original positions. Walter and Freesia kept watch near the entrance of the cave to make sure no imperial was going to get curious enough to wander close to their little hiding hole. Meanwhile Largo pulled up the short range radio from Claudia’s back.
“You there, Boss?” called Largo.
“I’m afraid Welks is a little busy, Largo. What’s going on?” It sounded like Isara on the line.
“Sis? That you? Well ain’t no matter, but when the Boss is ready for some bad news let him know a battalion of tanks is heading due south up the main road.”
“Hmm…When do you think they’ll be passing by grid Whiskey 16?”
“I dunno.” Largo scrambled for his map very quickly and made a guess after a glance, “Fifteen minutes, maybe?”
“Perfect! I’ll let Welkin know!”
“What? How’s that perfect?” It sounded like Isara had disconnected the line, “Sis, you still there? Ah, dammit. I swear they’re both loony.”
Largo replaced the phone on the radio and sat down again. He lit up a cigarette for good measure.
“So what do we do now?” Asked Walter.
Largo took a hit of his cigarette, “Meh, we still got forty-five minutes of rest time.”

“Is this really going to work, Gunny?” Elysse stood at the edge of the cliff that overlooked a ravine and a road on the opposite side.
“I dunno, Fence.” Ramsey answered confidently, “But the physics of it all has been backed up by Sis, Specs, and that genius kid. All I told them was how much TNT we were working with.”
“Oh, well if Sis says it’ll work, then it’ll work,” Homer was leaning up a large boulder not far from the two girls to rest his frail body. His boyish beauty was something women would always fawn over, but it came at the price of a very unmasculine body that couldn’t stand much abuse. This fact didn’t stop him from seeking the abuse though, be it verbal or physical.
The three were probably the closest knit trio in Juno’s squad and they watched in anticipation for what they were promised would happen next. The cue would be a column of armor tanks that Largo’s crew had reported some fifteen minutes earlier.
“They’re still calling me kid…!” Muttered Aisha. Only in earshot of Dorothy and Mica who just shrugged at her random comment.
Wavy was also near the rest of his crew kneeling in cover with them as he stared off into the distance, where the tanks of D Battery were currently gathered. It was a meeting of leadership. He waited patiently for the symbol to activate the detonator that was clutched firmly in his hands.
“You sure they won’t see our tanks from here, sir?” Natalie Hunter asked, standing atop the Edelweiss’ turret, looking through her binoculars for signs of an Imperial armor column. Despite her consistent concern, evident by her frequent asking, she didn’t seem to mind exposing herself atop the massive tank. She was for all to see, especially Welkin. He would get a good glance up her pleated skirt when he looked up to answer her from the safety of his copula. A blessing of the warm Barious winds.
“They shouldn’t,” Replied Welkin, “not at this sharp an angle. Though, they might see your head popping up over the ledge if you’re not too careful.”
“They’ll take it for an odd-shaped rock, I’m sure. Besides, the risk is work feeling the wind in my hair.”
And in your skirt too, apparently. Thought Welkin. It was a thought that passed Alicia’s mind as well, but it wasn’t as if she could blame the blonde, Alicia wore a skirt too. She just wished she could’ve chosen that spot first. As did Juno, but decided to make herself busy going over her calculations one more time at the front of the Edelweiss. Alicia thought to say something, but the open radio in the Edelweiss came to life.
“Hey, Welkin,” It was a choppy Faldio on the line, who’s Squad was sort of an auxiliary to D Battery now. He was scouting on foot with the what was left of his squad. They had gone out to get eyes on the column that was supposed to be approaching, “How do you read me?”
“Loud and clear, Faldio. Have you got visual?”
“Yeah, and it was quick too. Your crew chief is right, has to be a battalion. You’ll probably see them in less than a minute. They’re double timing it down the road. Probably hoping it’s still there for them after this switchback.”
And the road was still there, for now. It was the only road into the Barious Highlands for miles. It was a windy road that flowed with the land and in the particular section that Welkin and Natalie were over watching, it was right up against a very high cliff. A cliff Juno’s squad managed to plant a skim amount of TNT that they just happened to run across while raiding a small mining outpost they spotted nearby.
“This is it, Juno,” Welkin poked his head out to speak to his 3^rd Crew Chief, “You sure everything will work as planned?”
Juno replied with a firm nod.
Satisfied, Welkin dove back into the tank to look at Isara. She was already looking up to him from the driver’s seat and nodded as well. If for whatever reason there plan failed, they would have to start the tanks and evacuate immediately. There was little room for escape if entire armored battalions started spilling into the Barious Highlands via road. If however, the plan succeeded, the Imperials that ambushed in the Ruins would have to pursue mostly with infantry. That being known, Natalie jumped off from her perched spot on the Edelweiss to man her own tank, and Alicia took her place.
Alicia took some binoculars from Welkin’s hand, and scanned the road entrance. Welkin raised his own hand as a signal to Wavy, who had been watching the Edelweiss carefully this whole time. All of Juno’s squad looked for cover even though they had pretty good concealment already. All that was left was the silent passing of time, and the tension that grew with it.
A gust of wind blew through Alicia’s signature twintails and scarf. She couldn’t help but grin after what Natalie had said earlier. It was passing hope that maybe Welkin was getting a glance up her skirt as well, but in these serious moments Welkin tended to grow more focused, and the hope died like the gust of wind.
Finally, the armored column appeared in Alicia’s binoculars. She was literally being a scout as she observed more and more vehicles and infantry working their way around the switchback and onto the visible portion of road that housed the planted TNT. The humming of their engines and the shouting of their officers echoing across the ravine caused beads of sweat to form on Wavy’s forehead, and Welkin sat on his copula breathlessly awaiting Alicia’s word. Alicia kept them waiting though. She had to time this just right to inflict the maximum number of casualties on the enemy. It was part of the plan. To dwindle Imperial numbers and deceive them into running circles while a majority of the division fled back to friendly lines. Using her keen vision, Alicia was sure she remembered exactly where the last charge was placed.
“Now!” With Alicia’s shout was a swift movement down of Welkin’s hand, acting as a visual cue for Wavy in case audio failed.
Wavy used the detonator.
There was a delay. It was longer than Alicia had hoped for, but then the TNT went off in series. This created a landslide along the cliff face that housed the dilapidated road and the pavement folded with the rest of the terrain. The explosion took about a quarter of the battalion with it and created a dust cloud to help conceal the Gallian tanks and infantry even more.
“Yes!” Welkin’s voice was uncharacteristically loud, like he had discovered a new species in the process, “Faldio, can you hear me?”
“Copy that, Welkin. We saw it from here. Heading to the rendezvous point now. My tank crew knows to follow you. Out”
“All right. Is?” Welkin’s inquiry to his sister got her acting too, she started the Edelweiss and so too did the rumbling of the other tanks come to life as well.
Most of Juno’s Crew would be joining the tank to escort them to the rendezvous point, save for the Crew Chief herself and Wavy. Being the only scouts of the crew they were to stay behind for a few hours and report the final outcome of the sabotage. It looked like a successful little ambush though, but despite that, this was the first of many skirmishes that Squad 7 would have to in the next couple weeks. Skirmishes, battles and a Barious Massacre, that have plagued the Lucky Sevens since Kloden.
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[Author's Notes]: Well, I guess I have some space to include this here at the end. I was asked to see if Isara can live and make some incest babies with Welkin again. Isara living will be a tough one to work out, and it's so far in the story that I'm only really playing with ideas in my head right now, but that's the good news. I'm playing with ideas. How this will work with a potential Selvaria redemption amongst Alicia and stuff will be interesting to figure out so Ideas are always welcome.
On the account of this first half of the chapter. I won't apologize this time for how long it took to avoid sounding like a broken record. It was writtien on and off over many moons. So all the skips and hops in the story with different tones and/or different writing quality and prose is definitely a reflection of that. Despite it though, I think it was a pretty good deal. Not my best, but pretty decent. I think some motivation died on this one a lot because it's sort of a buffer chapter, that probably wasn't important to include on top of that. Another thing being it's focus on Alicia, which apparently is a character I struggle to keep consistent if any past reviews are to be quoted. Speaking of Alicia, she will probably be the main POV in the next part. Whether that makes for quick writing or more slow writing, I'm not sure. But I'm ready to find out finally.
Anyway, I think that's all. Message me on the forum https://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc
It was a couple users that messaged on there to keep this project on my mind. As always, thanks for reading. -JPR
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