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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 20022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
Hello again, folks. Here is the next and final chapter of the Signs of Awakening arc. I'm a little indecisive about wheter or not I should've included the first part with Miss ellet, but I decided to leave it and see what y'all might think about it. I just feel like it wa completely pointless and does nothing for the overall story. I have some reasons for being so late on this chapter that I'll probably discuss in the forums, but for now let's just let y'all get to reading. Remember to leave ideas and reviews for anything you might want tot see happen in the future of this composition whter her or on the forum post here:
https://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/
Without further ado, I present, Signs of Awkkaening Part 2...
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Undisclosed Time – (After the War), Koller Residence
Irene sat at her desk. In front of her was a typewriter and dozens of papers scattered around the surface. A few of those papers were excerpts from a particular diary. A diary belonging to a man that was no longer alive. Time had passed for Irene, but some things were different. While she sat at the desk working on her magnum opus, she was not alone. Inside her womb was the continuation of the Koller line. A boy, and it was her husband's baby, not the child of a man that had once owned the diary she was scouring through to see what parts would make the final cut. It was a little hard for Irene, remembering the man who had written the diary during the war. It brought to mind the things she had to do in order to get the excerpts from him. Excerpts that were now hidden away in the Gallian archive in the name of National Security. Her determination was the pursuit of the truth though. So she would reveal it.
She looked at a picture that she had on her desk. It was a wedding photo of her and her husband. They were both very happy that day, and although her husband did admit to Irene he liked seeing and hearing about her with other men, he was no pushover either. If he had learned of the moments that lead to the agreement of this information, he would have done something about the person that exploited Irene. It was of no concern now, and Irene would never tell him about it. It was a past that could never be lived again, given that the informant was indeed deceased.
Irene leaned back and took a sip of her coffee. In hindsight, it all made sense anyway, how a once promising officer of the Gallian Volunteer Corps had slowly spiraled into madness. It was too much for him, the war, the relationships, and the lust. It all began with the signs of awakening that radiated from a girl from a small town. Signs he kept to himself as he battled his morals and his faith.
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May 25, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Excerpt from Faldio’s Research Journal
Update on research:
It’s been five days since the ambush at Barious has scattered our forces, and I am working diligently to gather the resources necessary to find out if what I saw in that temple is true. Certainly, what happened afterward is true, that blue flame still haunts my nightmares. But with the memory so vivid, I have done well to separate the nonsense from the facts as I interrogate my way across the ranks. Seems my eyes aren’t failing me. The general characteristics of that witch are about right, silver hair with eyes like rubies.
Cross-referencing some of the feeble materials that I have come to acquire, it would appear that these features are present in the Valkyria war maidens of the past. While it is commonly said this is what they looked like, there is no mention in any of the source materials that state this MUST be the case. However, it is all I have to work with for now. I have obtained personnel paperwork for individuals with one or both of these characteristics. It’s not exactly a common pairing of phenotype, so it is a short list.
The first on my list will be a Private Rochelle Piekoszów. While her eyes do not meet the standard of the Valkyria description, her hair certainly does. It’ll be a start as I look more deeply into the source materials at a later date. Materials I need more of. I’ll be sure to get on that reporter later for taking her time on it. Information will be vital in the coming months if we’re to stand any chance against the power that this General Selvaria Bles can conjure. How does one slay such a beast?
-2^nd Lieutenant Faldio Landzaat, 1^st Squadron, 3^rd Armored Infantry Regiment
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May 26, 1935 – 22:55 Hours, Barious Highlands
The hour was late and the stars were all that cast a shadow on the Barious Highlands as Faldio sat patiently on a large boulder. In his hands was a journal, or diary of sorts, that he had been writing in more than he had ever done in the past. It was not too different from Welkin’s small journal. Using a red light to illuminate its contents as a naked girl stood in front of him. The girl was a member of Squad 8, who with very little convincing was willing to meet with Faldio far from the camp at this late hour. She was petite, and used one of her arms to hide her small breasts, and her other hand to hide the virgin slit between her legs. Her long hair was done in pigtails and was a silvery white. Her eyes a deep green, bordering into the color of teal as she stood shyly, wondering why things had made this turn without any courtship done by Faldio. She was one of many girls that would fawn over Faldio for his looks, but even she was nervous about how things were developing.
“State your name again,” Faldio’s voice was a little cold, and his eyes scanned the girl before him as if he was looking for something, making the young girl more earnestly hide her developing assets, “As well as your age, rank and where you are from.”
“P-Private Rochelle Piekoszów. I’m sixteen, and I’m from Dieseehl.” The nerves cause Rochelle to trip on her words just a little.
“I won’t tolerate lies,” snapped Faldio, “I’ve made it clear that I’m representing GAIA, and I must know every detail accurately for my report. Any more lies will be reported directly to the crown of Gallia.”
“S-sorry!” she squealed, “I’m fifteen.”
“So you lied about your age to get conscripted into the militia?”
All Rochelle did was nod this time. Her eyes glued to the floor as Faldio continued his questioning. “Your family is Gallian?”
“Yes,” She replied in a whisper, “My mother’s side is actually from Valois, but they’ve been Gallian for a few generations now.”
Faldio wrote down her answer into his journal. Learning what her heritage was, he knew that this was likely to be another failure. The rite he had been performing was done by an Yggdist cult that lived mostly underground. Faldio’s grandfather had been a part of the cult that would regularly lure young women into the basements of Randgriz to do these tests. A rite that his grandfather had taken him to a couple times as soon as Faldio had hit puberty. Any girl who could not make the necklace glow was not a messenger, and was therefore raped by all the men that performed the rite. The images of such a scene flashed before Faldio’s eyes as he recalled his past with his late grandfather. Eventually those memories caught up to the northern script he had scribbled into his journal from the Ruins in Barious. His photographic memory had allowed him to record the tales in the inner sanctum quite easily.
“Where in Valois?” Asked Faldio.
“I-I don’t know…”
Faldio examined Rochelle closely to try and detect another lie, but he could see that she was telling the truth this time. Thinking about the past, Faldio realized the necklace never glowed, and after sometime he was sure that the cult his grandfather was in was a hoax. That was until he saw what he did in Barious.
“Fine,” Faldio stood up and approached Rochelle, causing her to reel in her limbs as much as she could without uncovering her more private parts, “I’m going to do a quick examination. Don’t move.”
Faldio ran his hand through Rochelle’s hair, then used his other to force her to look at him. He checked her armpits, and then forcefully removed the hand that was covering her pussy to assess the hair down there. There was not much. Getting to the final examination with haste, he put the necklace around her neck.
Nothing happened.
Faldio let out a small sigh of relief. Despite his relief though, his anxiety grew. It was starting to seem that he would never find what he was looking for. His failure would mean doom for Gallia. He had to keep trying.
“E-excuse me, sir. What’s…what is this for?” Rochelle had imagined a whole romantic encounter when she had agreed to come out this far with Faldio. Needless to say, she was in utter shock when Faldio tackled her down into the ground in response to her question.
With one hand around the young girls mouth, Faldio used the other to undo the fly of his trousers and produce his erect dick. In some sort of twisted way, this was his favorite part, and his body showed it through the potency of his cock. Rochelle was trying to scream, but the gloved hand on her mouth was doing a good job at silencing her. She did not know that things would develop this way when she agreed to walk out this distance with Faldio, and it was not Faldio’s first rodeo either. During high school and college, Faldio forced several women during his tenures. Rape developed as a sort of fetish for him after his grandfather had taken him to the cultist meeting at a young age, and even in his normal relationships, like with Alicia, he had no fun unless the fucking was rough. The frequency of such encounters increased when he got into college though. After befriending Welkin, it seemed like most of the women in Faldio’s life had gravitated toward the nature lover, and a good means of getting women to abandon their pursuit of Welkin was to rape them like Rochelle.
With no grace or warning, Faldio rammed his massive rod into the young virgin. Her muffled scream could not pierce his hand enough to echo in the highlands, and Faldio felt the warm blood of her ripped hymen surround his cock as he poked her womb with his tip.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight!” Faldio whispered into her ear, before sticking his tongue inside of it.
A muffled cry was Rochelle’s only response, and the tears saturating her face soaked into the glove of Faldio as he began to thrust rhythmically into her no longer virgin cunt. The naked girl was below a Gallian-uniformed clad Faldio, with his dick ramming the gates of her womb as she struggled to release herself from his grasp.
“Stop resisting!” Faldio used his free hand to choke her in hopes that her screaming might lessen as a result, “You wanted this didn’t you? This is the reason you snuck off with me in the dead of night!”
Despite the young girl’s screaming, she could not deny that she had hoped Faldio would make love to her if she agreed to take a walk with him. But his demands to have her strip and his weird examination of her body was not present in her fantasies. Certainly, the forced entry of her pussy was not in her fantasies either. Faldio’s big dick was a surprise to Rochelle as well. Under different circumstances, she would have sworn up and down that it would not have fit in her. Even now, only half of Faldio’s dick was all it took to stretch her like never before, and to poke at the entrance of her womb. It was painful. It was not the pleasant experience that Rochelle had hoped for when she walked into the darkness with the handsome man.
“It only hurts now because it’s your first!” claimed Faldio, “It’ll start to feel good in just a minute.”
With that said, Faldio fucked the teenager with gusto. He had his fair share of women, Alicia being one of the most recent in his body count, but he could not get over how tight Rochelle was. Virgin’s were certainly the best, unlike the used whore cunt that Alicia had to offer. But even as Faldio thought that, he could not help but feel like there was something special about Alicia.
Several minutes of rape went by by the time Faldio was beginning to feel his balls slap against Rochelle’s skin. Her pussy had finally molded to the shape of his large phallus, and Rochelle’s resistance had ceased. She laid there, like a lifeless doll, with his hand around her waist as he fucked the teenage girl like an inanimate cock sleeve. Her once dry walls were now lubricated, a girl’s body natural reaction to a bullish cock trying to breed them. But in contrast to her body’s involuntary reaction, Rochelle was silent and limp. Figuring it would be best to let Faldio have his way with her until he was satisfied. Rather than the romantic memory she had anticipated, instead became a memory she was already trying to forget as her mind blacked out from the intense trauma Fladio was exerting on her petite body.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna-” Faldio was getting very close to releasing his seed, and suddenly a new wave of fear flashed over Rochelle. She remembered she had hands and used all of her meager strength to try and push Faldio away, but her soft hands on his abdomen only pushed him along further and he forced himself completely into the young girl’s pussy. “I’m cumming!”
Faldio grunted with each ejaculation, and the warmth of his spunk radiated throughout Rochelle’s entire body. It was a lot. Faldio liked forcing his dick in girls, and whenever he did, he always had gallons of cum to spill into them. Faldio’s climax ended with a shiver, and fell onto the nude girl under him. He laid on top of her for few moments. His dick gradually receding from her cum-filled pussy as it softened.
“When you get a tiny cocked husband in the future, you’ll be thinking of me whenever you two make love,” Faldio breathed into her ear, and Rochelle’s crying started anew, “Oh, stop crying! You weren’t too bad.”
Faldio stood up and put his flaccid dick away, then he reached for his Yggdist necklace sprawled on the girl’s breasts. Rochelle flinched as he did so.
“I’ll be taking back what’s mine, so stay still.” Faldio removed the necklace and walked into the dark.
Rochelle laid there crying and shriveled up into a fetal position. The invasive cum leaking out of her pussy and onto the soft desert sand as she wept.
Faldio’s mind had already abandoned the subpar teenager as he walked into the night. He had failed again to find what he was looking for. But for the sake of Gallia, he was sure that his witch hunt was worth every second of his time.
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May 27, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Excerpt from Faldio’s Research Journal
Update on Research:
While the information is as sparse as it ever is, I think I have found something of interest.
During my reading of some old Northern Script, there has been an odd amount of detail about the love lives of Valkyria. A subject I’m sure would catch Welkin’s interests. As it were, it seems Valkyria warmaidens were more lustful than the usual run-of-the-mill rabble that walked the streets. It got me thinking about the moment inside the Ruins of Barious when Alicia, Welkin and me had a run in with Maximilian. Some things to consider first:
1. Brigadier General Selvaria Bles seemed unconditionally loyal to the Prince.
2. Selvaria’s uniform, although recognizable as Imperial, had some pretty alluring tailoring altercations to it.
3. Selvaria’s body is curvaceous and sexy.
4. The downfall of the ancient Valkyria may have been the result of blood dilution due to breeding with the locals according to some scholars.
Now, I am no expert in biology, but I can always consult Welkin if need be. The reasons these points are crucial to my research though, is that the rite my grandfather’s cult used to partake in does not take into account the seemingly lustful behavior of Valkyria. Right?
If I take Selvaria for instance, her body does not match the description of the individuals that I have performed the rite on so far (aside from the GBS reporter). In my defense, the rite requires women as young as possible, so before they’ve had time for their bodies to mature. Obviously, I am not afforded this luxury with the women that meet the initial description of Silver hair and red eyes. But I digress, let me address the points above one at a time.
1. Brigadier General Selvaria Bles seemed unconditionally loyal to the Prince.
Given my recent discovery that Valkyria may be more lustfully driven, I wonder if this behavior is not a part of that. What exactly is the relationship between Maximilian and Selvaria? As an individual raised in Yggdism, Selvaria should be the one treated like a goddess, not the prince. But perhaps there is a fetish or kink involved? Does Selvaria like heeling to the prince? During my encounter with them in the Temple Ruins, Selvaria behaved like a puppy whenever Maximilian spoke. She followed his orders unconditionally and without hesitation. This could be something to look for in the personnel of interest that I’ve accumulated so far, and help narrow down the list. I’ll tire my dick out at my current rate.
2. Selvaria’s uniform, although recognizable as Imperial, had some pretty alluring tailoring altercations to it.
Let me try and recall some key features. Knee-high boots, tight leggings, bare back and shoulders, bracing that accentuated her breasts. Almost everything but the sleeves on her arms seemed form-fitting. It’s as if everything is tailored to help radiate her femininity. If, like her past counterparts, she is a lustful individual, perhaps this is her way of expressing it. Maybe she needs men to be looking at her. I don’t know, but it is something to consider. Maybe the individuals on my list that seem to engage in such fashion choices should take priority. Flirtations should also be monitored.
3. Selvaria’s body is curvaceous and sexy.
Trust me, I got a good look. Many in third regiment are young, this is on account of the draft, but I should take this into account. It makes sense that if the Valkyria of the past were sensual, so too should the Valkyria of the present, and their bodies should reflect that. I’ll analyze my list and see who among it are developing faster than the others. And for the individuals on it that are older, I’ll prioritize those more sexy than the others.
4. The downfall of the ancient Valkyria may have been the result of blood dilution due to breeding with the locals according to some scholars.
This point is not as important as the others in regards to my search, but is noteworthy. Noteworthy because of the implications. It implies that if Valkyria liked to engage in their baser instincts frequently, that this theory may indeed be correct. And if the theory is correct, then so too is the fact that Valkyria engaged in their baser instincts a lot. This means they should today as well. Circular thinking, I know, but it makes sense. What would be interesting to learn, is that after thousands of years, how did Valkyria survive to this day? Is Selvaria’s line the result of inbreeding? The genetics of it is definitely something I should consult Welkin on one day.
The important thing of this update is simple; instead of doing the advancing, I should search for those doing the advances in my list.
-2^nd Lieutenant Faldio Landzaat, 1^st Squadron, 3^rd Armored Infantry Regiment
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May 27, 1935 – 21:30 Hours, Barious Highlands
As the sun began to surrender it’s rule of the sky to the stars, Squad 7 was finishing up their most recent raids on the imperials that have thus far failed to breach their way into the highlands of Barious effectively. Seems the troops from the North were not ready to face the perilous foothills of Kloden, at least not with the Militia harassing them and blowing up all the routes leading in. That being said, while the mission was raiding, there was no one really to raid this time around. Something was going on, the Imperials could not have just given up. At least, that is what Alicia had on her mind.
Alicia stood atop a large boulder, not really caring about the breeze flailing her skirt. She just wanted to feel the cool wind from the south blowing through her hair. Her uniform, like always, consisted of the tie, the bakers scarf, and the short skirt. Naturally, Alicia had taken the liberties afforded to her my the Militia as far as allowed modifications to the uniform were concerned. Which was more than she can say for others. Either due to the lack of replacement uniforms, or the heat that they endured in the badlands, the squad around her seemed to shedding more layers and care for the regulations set forth. There were a few exceptions, but the norm had changed.
Alicia sighed. When she had first marched onto Fort Amatriain, she had told herself that she would run a tight ship, but those dreams had slipped through her fingertips as she began to understand the kind of laid back leader Welkin was. Still, she tried from time to time. She also failed from time to time. While the rumors had yet to officially reach her ears, there was still some concern that at least a few in the squad knew about her fling in Kloden with Vyse, Aika and Alex. And now, Aika was one of several squad mates that they had yet to hear news about after sending her on the MEDEVAC convoy.
“Miss Alicia?” The melodic call cam from below. There stood Dallas, Alicia’s shadow. The young combat engineer had tried several time to mount the boulder to get up to Alicia, but after realizing her strength was no up to par, she settled at standing below. There was a good view of Alicia’s panties from down below anyway. “How long are you planning on staying up there?”
It had been a while since Alicia got up there. Alicia unceremoniously jumps from the tall boulder without a care of potential injury, and landed on her feet gracefully like a cat. Again, not caring about the drop flailing her skirt. Dallas was amazed. Not just by the boldness Alicia exhibited, but that she had jumped from such a height with no consequence.
“Miss Alicia! Are you okay?” Dallas ran up to her desires and grasped the young NCO’s hands.
“I’m fine,” Replied Alicia, the jump not even phasing her. In fact, it was Dallas that was overreacting, “Though I should have stayed longer up there. We’re still missing a few from Largo’s crew. Including Largo himself.”
“D’oh,” Dallas’ face crinkled in disgust, “Who needs him anyway? He was warned about following those tracks. He’d knew he’d arrive late to camp if he did. Besides, after what he did to you, maybe it’s for the best.”
There was no doubt in Alicia’s mind that Dallas was talking about the night his crew managed to get drunk somehow. It was a peculiar thing how much Largo was coming on to the twintailed teenager after the Captain turned him down. Peculiar, because it did not seem like Largo at all to be so aggressive with a woman.
The night’s events replayed in Alicia’s head. After she left the tent Welkin was in with the three medics, she found the drunken crew being scolded by Captain Varrot. Rather than being belligerent however, Largo must have been in a romantic mood, because his responses to Varrot’s scolding were a little spicy to say the least. Fearing that the Captain was about ready to punch the drunken giant in the face, Alicia stepped in and informed Varrot where to find Welkin. Now it was Alicia’s turn to face the beast.
Largo’s romantic mood did not end with Varrot leaving the stage. After Alicia had managed to get other members of the squad to disband some of the other members of the crew, Largo aimed his advances at her. Now, Largo had ten inches and at least a hundred pounds ever Alicia, so when he groped her ass under the skirt and even stole a kiss, even she was impressed by the raw power. Unfortunately a trio consisting of Jann, who was also tipsy, Nina, and Cherry came around the corner and ripped him off of Alicia.
“It doesn’t matter,” Alicia replied to Dallas with a smile, “Largo’s is a member of this squad and so is his crew. Who was out with him?”
Dallas fawned over Alicia’s smile. Normally she would try to argue further, but the kindness Alicia exhibited was one of the qualities Dallas liked about her. Even if she could not respect Largo, “Um… Well Miss Claudia came back, so he should be the last one out there.”
“He sent his engineer back without him? How did he plan to communicate?”
“I told you he was useless.”
Far from it, and Alicia knew it. Aside from Rosie, Welkin and herself, Largo held the largest influence in the Squad. Without thinking, Alicia left Dallas behind and ran to the Edelweiss, where she grabbed her rifle and departed into the highlands.

By now, it had certainly grown late and the darkness was only tolerable because of how often Alicia’s eyes had to adjust to it lately. The hike was not too far to Largo’s last known position, but if Alicia understood anything, when it came to Largo, all she had to do was follow the smell after a while. And by that, she meant the smell of cigarette smoke wafting though the air. Not to mention the light of the cigarette was like following a torch in the darkness of the highlands. Largo was seated on a pile of rocks, and did not say anything to Alicia as she approached. It was not until Alicia got right up next to him and squatted down to his level when he finally said, “What brings ya here, Twintails?”
Alicia’s arms were resting on her knees, and her chin resting on her arms when she shot the veggie maniac a look a disbelief, “You do! Obviously! What were you thinking staying out here all alone? How were you going to communicate with the squad if something happened?”
“Well, nothing was going to happen, those tracks were bogus.” Said Largo, taking a drag of his cigarette.
“It would’ve been nice to know that at least…” Sighed Alicia, “Your orders were to communicate that to the Squad.”
“Meh, I was gonna get back eventually.”
Alicia pouted playfully, and then adjusted her seating so that she was no longer squatting. Her ass was on the floor and her legs bent in front of her. It made her and Largo aware that her all her stockings were so beat up that her legs were bare except for the armor on them, “You’re doing it again. Largo. You made an oath in Vasel to obey orders, not just follow them when it’s convenient.”
“Now hold on, I made that deal with the Boss, not with you. Besides, there ain’t no harm. I would’ve come back and made the report just the same as a radio transmission.”
“So that’s the issue then. Perhaps a deal of our own then. I’ll exchange anything you want for the same level of loyalty you give Welkin, and you make sure others in the squad fall in line too.”
Largo was getting flashbacks back to when Rosie asked something similar, also at Vasel. He got his dick sucked that night. He was almost tempted to ask again, but to engage in such activities with a leading NCO would not bode well. Still, his expression must have said something, because Alicia gave him an knowing smirk, and he did not like it. “Nah, that won’t be needed.”
“You sure, big boy?” Alicia took the cigarette from his hand just as he was about to take another hit, and took one of her own. It required all of her willpower not to cough, but she made it happen, “I seem to recall a week ago that you were mentioning all sorts of things you wanted to do with me. This could be your chance.”
Largo snapped the cigarette right back. He had been trying to pretend all that never happened. “Watch your mouth before I gag it, little toots. You’re probably the result of the whore I fucked when I was about your age.”
Largo inhaled more of the cigarette. He had hoped taking a jab at her age and orphan history that she would back off. But Alicia had dealt with older men a lot. She was close enough to lean towards him and rest her head on one of his thighs, and while maintaining eye contact said, “Show me how you bred mommy, daddy.”
This time it was Largo’s turn to almost cough when he took a drag, but he had been smoking for so long it did not phase him too hard. A few moments of silence passed, at least enough time for Alicia to think that maybe her tactic did not work on Largo.
“All right,” Said Largo, standing up in front of the twintailed teenager to look more intimidating. “You want to make deal? Let’s make a deal. You give me a feel of that silver tongue of yours, and I’ll show you how I fucked that whore.”
“Thank you, daddy.” Alicia positioned herself to kneel in front of Largo’s crotch. She had played daddy’s little girl before, and somehow had confidence it would work on Largo. She undid his belt, and other fastenings while looking into Largo’s eyes, licking her lips for good measure. Soon, dropping Largo’s pants allowed her to get a good measure on him.
Largo’s entire crotch had a musky smell from the lack of showers in Barious no doubt, and his hair in the region was so long that it almost blocked the goods. At least, the hair might have, but Largo’s cock was large enough to escape the void. He was erect, but perhaps because of his age it did not stand at attention as well as Faldio or Welkin. This did not bother Alicia, again she had ample experience with older men, from the old Captian of the Bruhl Townwatch, to the baker that quartered her as she trained.
“Daddy!” Alicia gasped, “It’s so big…”
She grabbed the aging dick with one hand and rubbed it alongside her head as she looked into Largo’s eyes. She wanted to make sure he understood just how deep he was going to be inside her. Alicia stuck her tongue out, and starting at the hairy balls, licked her way up the shaft slowly only to warp her mouth around the tip once she got there. Largo was very salty, with perhaps a tang of sour. Of course the man’s awful taste only spurred Alicia even further. Soon, she was trying to gag herself on the entire length of Largo, and he helped her by putting the cigarette in his mouth and holding her twintails.
Took him long enough, Thought Alicia. Who put her hands on his muscular thighs to pretend like he was really making her put her work in. Largo’s cock had the perfect shape to stretch the walls of her throat as it wen down her neck and Alicia used her tongue to massage the underside of Largo’s meat each time he thrust into her. The hair on his groin tickled her nostrils each time. And she was almost able to get her tongue to lick his balls when she got as deep as she probably could.
Largo on the other hand was definitely feeling it. When was the last time? When he fucked that slut of reporter for her cuck husband back in Kloden? He didn’t remember. What he did know was that he was already close. Alicia knew this too, it seemed the grunts and moans coming from Largo were really him trying to hold back as long as he could, but alas, Largo did not care. He grabbed Alicia’s twintails with more force and bottomed himself down her throat. Then he came.
Alicia was wondering if even a minute had gone by, but she shrugged the thought off and reached her arms around him to get a good handful of his developed glutes. She did this to try and get him even deeper while she greedily swallowed up each rush of cum that escaped from the man. The slimy texture going down her throat was a missed feeling. Once she was sure that Largo was done, she slowly retreated from his crotch until his penis fell out. Alicia started panting, making sure to smile seductively..
“Daddy,” Alicia said between breaths, “Did I do as good as mommy?”
Alicia still had Largo in an embrace, with her hands on his glutes. She was able to feel with the pulse through his dick that her line of dialogue gave the hairy man a second wind.
Largo picked her up, like one might lift a sack that you assumed was heavy but turned out to be way lighter than you thought. Holding her by her bare thighs, he aligned his cock with her snatch. Then with one hand he ripped one end of her panties waistband and pulled them down to her knee. At this point he was able to have both his hands on each of her bare thighs. He held her effortlessly.
“Wow, daddy your so strong!” Alicia said. Wrapping her legs around him and holding his shoulders just make sure she was steady.
“That’s what the whore said too.” Said Largo, finally beginning to put his dick in Alicia’s tight pussy.
Keeping up with the “daddy’s little girl” act, Alicia gasped as he forced his cock in her. Even going as far as to shake her legs and squeeze his shoulders. Largo was not as big as Faldio, but she could pretend he was for Largo’s sake. When Largo started fucking her with gusto, Alicia screamed and bit down on Largo’s shoulder to silence it. She was pretty sure he would like that, it forced a grunt out of Largo anyway.
Largo slapped her ass with one hand. “No biting!”
“Yes, daddy!” Yelped Alicia from the stink of his spanking.
Using Largo’s shoulder’s for support, she began to time her hips with his thrusts and looked like a horny dog trying to rub up on him from an outside observer. Truth was, Alicia was starting to get into it a little. She really needed this on account of Faldio’s recent distance, and Welkin’s continued ignorance. Alicia twisted and ground her hips with Largo incessant fucking and for the first time in a while she was close, she was very close.
“Oh, yes! I love when daddy holds me!” Alicia said hoping the vocalization would send her over what she did not expect however, was for Largo to intentionally drop her, “Augh!”
He dropped me! Just dropped her unceremoniously. Largo had let gravity do the work while he got back on top of her. He placed on hand on her neck and the other on her right thigh to keep it up and out of the way as he put his dick back in her teenage cunt. All Alicia could do was roll with it. She wrapped her free leg around his waist again, and put her hands around the forearm being used to choke her. Instinctively she wanted to push it away to relive pressure on her neck, but she found herself pulling the pressure towards her instead. She was so close. Alicia eyes began to roll and her body was heating up. She was practically holding on for dear life with the hands around Largo’s thick and muscular forearm. Her hands could not even wrap around them completely.
Largo did not fundamentally know how to please a woman, he did fundamentally know how to use a woman to please himself though. His face was already red from the sensations of Alicia’s dick trying to milk him, the only thing he had left to consider was where he would cum. Largo had interest in getting anyone pregnant unless they were a certain Captain. Largo could be a slow thinker sometimes, and this time was definitely one of those times.
Alicia could see the battle in his face, her tongue was out and she was ready to reach climax herself in several seconds, but it did not look like Largo was going to last that long so she stuck with the act. She screamed while being choked, “Breed me, daddy! Just like mommy!”
Largo hated that this little roleplay of hers worked on him so much. The thought of potentially breeding his own daughter was an overwhelming taboo, and came deep inside the girl almost half his age. He did not like it, but ho cares, she asked for this, she was begging for this. Alas, the warm splashes of cum painting Alicia’s womb could not get her to climax, but it did not stop her from acting like it.
“Yes, daddy! Just like that…fill me up…” Alicia used a little muscle manipulation in her pussy to make it seem like she went over the edge.
After expelling all that his balls were worth inside her, Largo collapsed on Alicia. His body weight was doing more to prevent her breathing than the choking did earlier. Still, she massaged his back in a sort of “job well done” type of fashion. But as quickly as it came, Alicia’s schoolgirl act disappeared. Replaced by a lower and more dominant tone.
“So Largo, what was the deal? Do you remember it?” She said, continuing to massage his back.
“Only deal I remember was to breed you like that whore.” Largo was not sure when it had happened, but Alicia had a firm grip on his balls and squeezed more than they should have ever been. “Ow! What the fuck!”
“It’s not too late to tell Captain Varrot you forced your desires on me Largo. After your drunken state the other night, who wouldn’t believe it? Especially in my current state.”
That was the last person Largo wanted to hear about this, nor did he want his balls to pop, “What are you the devil?! Fine! Follow your orders! I got it!”
Alicia let go of his Balls and Largo got off of her. He put is dick away and fixed his pants.
“A deal is a deal after all. Let me know if anyone gives you trouble as well.” Said Largo. He lit up another cigarette and began to walk away towards the camp. “Just be careful kid. You may end up crossing the wrong guy one day.”
“I promise I’ll be careful, Daddy.” Alicia’s girl voice was back, and she licked some cum off her finger that she just wiped from her slit.
This time Largo cringed as he walked away. Cringed about as much as he should have the first time Alicia’s act came out. Only difference this time, was that he was not thinking with his dick.
“Crazy broad.” He muttered.
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May 28, 1935 – 13:25 Hours, Barious Highlands
“You’re not even delivering half of what I need to complete my research!” Faldio was in his small Gallian tank, Black Rose. Inside with him was the driver, and Miss Ellet. “I don’t ask for much!”
“You ask for a lot!” Ellet shot back, her voice rising. She was not going to let him have his way with her like before, “If the Gallian Army and Militia can’t bring things across enemy lines, what makes you think I can so easily?!”
Faldio leaned forward, frustration boiling over. “You seem to have no trouble sending your stories back to Randgriz.”
“SEND! STORIES! Through the air!” Ellet’s eyes flashed with anger, “Where does that mean I can get literature for your research and Professors to comment on your bad conclusions?!”
Faldio’s heart raced. He could feel the walls closing in, the pressure mounting. “I’ve given you your stories, and you owe me what I ask for.”
“You haven’t given me anything that is worth the trouble. Just hearsay, and myths. That doesn’t make for good stories on my paper back in Randgriz. Our deal is over! You can get your own crappy books across the front line!”
Ellet got up to exit the tank, and when she reached to open the sealed hatch, she was pulled back down by Faldio. She fell at the sudden shift in weight, and Faldio got up in her face to speak quietly. She was close enough to kiss.
“What I offer is the story of a lifetime. These are not myths anymore, the power of the Valkyrur is real and when the hammer comes down you’re going to wish you had listened to me.”
“If a story like that is out there. I will find it without your mysticism and lousy sex,” Ellet’s words held all the venom she could muster, “Now let me go!”
Faldio held her for just a moment, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. This was not him, and he did not know what he was doing. As he let her go, a wave of guilt washed over him. Guilt for letting her go, because without a constant feed of information, Gallia may very well fall. Ellet slammed the tank’s hatch closed after she left.
“Maybe I am crazy…” Faldio muttered to himself.
The driver of the Black Rose nodded in agreement, yet understanding as to why Faldio was losing his grip. The Blue Witch was real. Everyone who survived in Squad 1 could attest to that except for Ramal. Trying to convince the world that fairy tales were real though, that was a fool’s errand, and that’s what Faldio failed to understand at first. But he realized now he did not need to, he just had to find a way to defend Gallia. He had to do something while he could still leverage GAIA orders to dig a little further than he was supposed to.
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May 28, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Excerpt from Faldio’s Research Journal
Update on Research:
From here on out, it seems that I will have to find an alternative means to collecting research materials, at least while I’m stuck in this Barious hell hole. The reporter did a pretty good job, but it doesn’t seem like she’s in line with me anymore. I should have been more careful. But enough with that, let’s review some of the findings thus far. I’ll list them:
1. Selvaria is a Valkyria of legend. This is evident both in observation and reference materials describing them in the past.
2. Based on what I read in the temple’s inner sanctum, the Gallian Royal line will be of no help in combating Valkyria in Imperial ranks.
3. I have yet to find a suitable candidate that can defend Gallia.
Hope is not lost though. Once I’m back in Randgriz, I’ll have a much wider set of potential candidates that are loyal to Gallia. If all else fails, maybe I can just see if the GAIA agent that engages me would be willing to share the plan of defense for such incredible power like a Valkyria.
That being said, I understand why they chose me to be the one to enter the Ruins. My background in archaeology and outstanding theses pertaining to Valkyria probably made me the best in 3^rd Regiment to fulfill the orders. I don’t understand Welkin though. Did they just want me to have a babysitter, or did GAIA know for sure that there would be Imperial activity in that temple? I don’t know, but I hope I can find some sort of solution. Maybe even find a way back to the temple and see if I was somehow mistaken about what I read. Northern Script can be tricky sometimes, even if I think myself fluent in it. Could there have been some dialect I don’t know about?
All I do know is that if what I read is true, then House Randgriz will not be able to combat the Valkryria that stands against us.
P.S. – I think I talk to the Captain tomorrow. Maybe I can convince her that I need certain materials or time for my mission.
-2^nd Lieutenant Faldio Landzaat, 1^st Squadron, 3^rd Armored Infantry Regiment
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May 29, 1935 – Inside a dugout cave, Barious Highlands, 1600 Hours
Alicia walks into a dark cave that had been the concealed HQ of a certain Captain Varrot during operations. It was a complete contrast of the blinding sun from outside and it took a while for her eyes to adapt to the dimly lit sandstone walls of the camp. She stood their awkwardly for a minute while idle chatter was echoing the halls. As Alicia’s eyes grow accustomed to the dark she spots the strewn about maps that were pinned by fraying tacks and the soft glow of the ever diminishing fuel of the ragnite lamps that supplied the cave’s light.
“Alicia!” Called Faldio. He was seated not far from Welkin as they both waited the arrival of the esteemed commander of 3^rd Regiment. Near them was also sitting Natalie Hunter.

Natalie shot Alicia a smile that said not to sit near them, which contrasted the welcoming grin of Welkin, the one she was sitting next to. Faldio however just beckoned Alicia with his hand. He had been saving a seat for her while Alicia felt nature’s call shortly before the start of the meeting. Also in the cave were the dozen or so other squad leads and staff officers of 3^rd Regiment.
Not wanting to keep Welkin and Faldio waiting any longer she sat down at the vacant seat between Faldio and Welkin.
“Did I miss anything?” Alicia asked openly.
“Not yet.” replied Faldio, “Varrot has still to arrive.”
“Strange, given that she broke radio silence to summon the entire regiment in one place.”
“Don’t question her methods,” Refuted Natalie to Alicia’s comment, “The Captain has yet to lead us astray, and her leadership during these uncertain raids in the highlands have proven vital for our survival.”
“That’s just what it is though isn’t it?” Asked Welkin blankly, “Survival. We’ve yet to hear word from Amatriain, and our supplies aren’t just low, they’ve been exhausted.”
Natalie was not as quick to refute Welkin.
“But if the Captain has summoned us finally, I suspect good news.” Welkin topped off his ominous reality check with a frosting of optimism. It wouldn’t be like him to leave the reality as it was. This earned a smile from Alicia and Natalie both, but Faldio scoffed.
“That or she gathered us to our grave-”
“ATTENTION!”
The shout came from a staff officer at the entrance of the cave. Captain Varrot swaggered in with a Gallian sniper rifle on her shoulder and shouted, “Disregard! Conserve your energy.”
Though her rebuttal to the formalities was not necessary, only about half the room attempted to get on their feet very slowly. It was probably only Natalie and Alicia that managed to get on their feet before Varrot could tell them otherwise.
Varrot made her way to what could be considered the front of the room. She had somehow managed to do so without tripping or hitting a chair as her eyes had yet to adapt to the dim room. Once she did get to the front, she did wait for the dilation of her eyes to happen. She exhibited a silent scowl as she tried to make out the faces in the room, darkening the atmosphere considerably, whether she meant to have it that way or not.
“You have all performed admirably up until this point, and I had naught the opportunity to tell you or your units this as often as I should have. Given the recent circumstances, I hope you can forgive me.” Varrot began, “Do not take this as prelude for worst things to come however. I have received word from HQ, our retreating forces have been secured, and we now begin taking steps to ensure our own safe return.”
A cheer erupted in the room and Alicia shot up in excitement and began clapping herself. Varrot, although she still had plenty more to share let them have this moment. In fact the matured captain could not hold back her own smile now that she got to see her troops in good spirits, even if it would likely be short lived. A couple long moments passed before the command cave quieted down again. Alicia sat back down to hear the rest of Varrot’s report.
“That being said, we have struggled until now, and getting back on friendly turf will be no easy task either. Alongside the news that our retreating forces have been secured, so too did I get news that Imperial reinforcements are on the way from the north. Engineering units meant to carve the Blue Witch’s path through the highlands and stomp us out. We have to move fast.” Varrot nodded to a staff officer of hers and he placed a new map on the floor that had marked spots. “This is a map of our path southward. Our retreating forces got lucky and weren’t stopped by General Jaeger’s forces in Kloden. He is now aware that he can expect troops to be moving back to friendly lines, and has moved a small contingent of his forces northward and into the hills. We need to get past these small fortresses he’s set up if we’re to have any hope of seeing home again.”
Alicia swallowed some spit, at least what little spit she had left. The desert had done wonders in making sure that she was dried out like a piece of jerky. For the first time it seemed that Alicia had been able to see the tired face of Varrot. The woman who carried such gravitas around her seemed more like a shell right now. This was evidence of the work that Varrot put in to make sure they had a plan out. She must have spent all day, if not all of the previous night to work out these plans she was discussing.
“I have my staff officers passing around your orders now. We have no hope of escaping this place if we give Jaeger more time. We will strike at dawn while his forces are split. This is a defeat-in-detail operation that will hopefully see most of us out of here. After taking your objectives, you will have a day of rest at most, then flee south and west toward the Norville gap. If all units should be split during our run to Randgriz, that area will be our final rendezvous. Are there any questions?”
Captain Varrot stood sharply at the front of the room. One hand on the strap of her Gallian sniper rifle, and the other resting on her baby making hips. Alicia observed how Varrot’s eyes scanned the room while the officer’s in the room reviewed their orders. Since Alicia did not receive a copy of her own, she leaned toward Faldio who had the papers in his hand. From the papers, Alicia was able to gather right away that the unit 1^st, 7^th, and 8^th Squad had formed will still be operating as one. That was good, Alicia thought. She had actually enjoyed working so closely with Faldio the last couple of weeks, even if he did have the knack for disappearing all the time. She was sure that he wanted to grow more distant with her, maybe a way for him to get her to chase him more. Alicia did not like that thought, and her eyes glanced at Welkin. Natalie, despite having a copy of the orders, given she was an acting CO, was still leaning in close proximity to Welkin so she could read off his copy. The blondes perky breasts were pressed against Welkin’s arm as a result. Alicia noticed how it did not even seem to phase him though. It made Alicia laugh internally. It was just the kind of man Welkin was, or at least how Alicia’s mind made Welkin to be. As Alicia scanned the document in Faldio’s hand some more the objective finally caught her eye. Navelmound Hill.
“Question.” Faldio’s sudden shout startled Alicia who had been close to him. “Can 1^st Squad sit this one out?”
Alicia was a little shocked at Faldio’s reluctance, even if she understood it. He had lost all but five infantry in his squad and the tank crew. Despite that, Faldio had always been very adamant about fulfilling his orders even if he did not like them. But what turned out to be even more surprising was Varrot’s immediate response.
“You may.”
Varrot’s acceptance of Faldio’s request brought about some murmurs in the room, but Varrot and the staff officers were not concerned about it all.
“Squad 1 will be on standby as operational support for D Battery. Are you fine with this, Lieutenant Welkin?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Replied Welkin.
Alicia placed her hand on Faldio’s lap out of concern. Her gesture did not even earn her a sideways glance though. Welkin noticed.
“Then it is settled,” announced Varrot, “Radio silence is to resume. Take your objectives and head to the Norville Gap, those are the key points. Good luck, everyone. Stay sharp out there.”
With Varrot’s dismissal, the camp erupted like a kicked hornets nest and everyone had somewhere to be.

Sometime later, Alicia was following not too far from Faldio as preparations for the operation tomorrow were taking place. “Faldio, is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine Alicia. The day may come when I can explain everything to you in more detail, but I can’t right now. It’s complicated.”

“Just tell me it’s not about your squad, and I’ll back off-”
Faldio grabbed Alicia by the tie on her uniform and forced her back into a large ruin out of sight from everyone, “It’s about my squad! It will always be about my squad! The ones I’ve lost can’t be in vain while he—”
Faldio stopped himself. Alicia was shaking and her hands were up in submission. Or perhaps to protect herself, after all she did not know what Faldio was doing, or what he was capable of. All she knew is that his actions were giving her flashbacks to the orphanage. Beatings happened sometimes for now reason. That’s why she was always there to protect those around her like she did her fellow orphans back in the day.
Faldio sighed, he leaned in and kissed her, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap between them. To his surprise, Alicia melted into it, her warmth grounding him in that moment.
“I’m sorry,” Faldio released his grip on Alicia’s tie, “There’s a lot going on. You know this.”
“Faldio…” Alicia grabbed the hands at his side in affection. Despite her recent enlightenment with Welkin and the way he treats her better, Alicia’s maternal trait could not stop her from wanting to nurture Faldio’s own conflicting thoughts about his squad.
“My actions may seem a bit rash on account of my losses, but I’m telling the truth…it’s not about my squad. The Captain wouldn’t cut me off from an operation if it was just that.”
“Okay…” Alicia said reluctantly, “I’ll believe you.”
Faldio’s silence was her only answer. So Alicia smiled and said, “All right. Let’s go kick some Imperial butt then.
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May 31, 1935 – Barious Highlands, 0500
While called Navelmound Hill, the geography spoke more of a Mesa. Atop it right now were the signs of an Imperial camp, likely barely waking up after hastily coming to Barious to set up what could only really be called a watch tower of sorts. Alicia was kneeling some distance away from the north side of the hill with a column of tanks behind her. Edelweiss, with Welkin inside; Honeydew, with Natalie’s upper body poking out of the hatch; and Silent Daisy, with another NCO from Squad 8 inside. With the north side of the offensive having most the current firepower, it was only Largo’s crew that sat behind Alicia as she looked at her watch. Alicia wore her watch unconventionally on her left wrist, with the face on the same side as her palm as she pulled part of her glove back to observe the time. Earlier that morning everyone had synced their watches to match. On the south side of the hill Rosie should be doing the same thing with the remainder of Squad Seven and Eight’s infantry. Alicia turned back t look at the main trio of lancers in Squad 7.
“Alright, Largo, it’s time. Mount up.” Said Alicia to the kneeling trio behind her. Largo, Jann, and Walter. The rest of his crew kneeling behind them as if the Lancers created some sort of shield wall.
“Meh, my watch says we have five more minutes,” Replied Largo, who was smoking a cigarette.
All Alicia did was shoot him a venomous glare. It was enough to get Largo to remember a certain deal and put out his cigarette. “Right, let’s get moving then. Get off your asses everybody!”
While some moaning and groaning came from his crew, they listened to the burly giant without hesitation. There was an interesting thing going on in Largo’s crew that enabled him to order anyone in it to jump, and they would ask how high, but not without bitching about it first. While everyone was locking an loading what little ammunition they had left, Musaad at the back of the crew, used his Militia-issued shovel to slam the driver’s hatch of the Edelweiss. Soon after the engine of the tank started and like dominoes the tanks behind followed suit. Eventually, the armor’s supporting infantry began making their way to the hill and the tanks followed suit. It was not long before the racket of small arms fire from the south behind the hill began to echo throughout the Barious Highlands.
“Where the hell is everyone?” Asked Freesia after hearing the fighting break out in the south. As opposed to the south, the current advance, the one with three loud tanks had yet to meet any resistance.
“Who cares?” Said Montley, “I’d be happy if this whole operation is just a stroll up a hill.”
“You mean you’d be happy without the Chief telling you to run into enemy fire again,” Corrected Freesia, knowing Montley was getting pretty tired of being the Crew’s bait when it came to redirecting enemy fire. It was the boy’s fault for being so damn fast though.
“Shh…” replied Musaad. With Coby gone, he had taken the title of oldest in the crew and most of the crew trusted his gut when it came to warfare. Like Catherine and Largo, he had seen more than enough for a lifetime. “It is too quiet. They know these tanks are here…”
As the Crew continued their advance with Largo and Alicia leading it, they listened as best they could for anything. But nothing came, not for a while anyway. Other than the slow crawling of the tanks behind them was the gunfire from the south. It was moments later an Imperial Lancer round shot by and just past Natalie’s head as it missed.
“Contact! Twelve o’clock!” It was Walter shouting.
The turret of the Edelweiss turned toward the direction of the smoke trail and its auxiliary MG opened fire in that direction. Suddenly, the north front of the hill was as lively as the south. Alicia, Freesia, Montely, and Musaad took point for the column and opened fire on the advancing Imperial Lancers. Their main goal was to just to make it hell for any of them land a hit on their precious armor. Meanwhile, despite no signs of Imperial armor, Largo, Walter and Jann were firing back their own precious Lancer ammo back with explosive force, causing some of the Imperials to fly off the side of the hill.
“HOLD FIRE! Hold your fire!” Shouted Alicia, waving her hands as a visual cue for everyone as well.
“Hold your fucking fire!” It was not until Largo echoed her command that the Crew stopped.
“Claudia, up front! We’ve got mines.”
Claudia who had been at the rear of the infantry line up until now with Gina was rushing forward. Hearing the news, Natalie issued an ‘all halt’ order through her tank comms for the Armor column to stop. Her hand went up to signal the halt too, even though she was the only tank commander to be poking outside her tank, hardly fazed at all by the imperial rocket that almost ended her.
“There’s a lot of them…” Said Claudia as she made her way up. She was suddenly wishing she was not the only engineer in Largo’s Crew. “This may be a while.”
As she spoke, Natalie hopped out of Honeydew and ran up to the front of the line as well to get an update. “What’s the damage?”
“Well, let’s just say we know why the imps ain’t too worried about an armored column coming at ‘em from the north. They’ve prepared for us.” Largo said. Claudia was getting to work with her shovel to begin dismantling the first mine as he answered Natalie.
“We can’t hold here while the south offensive is proceeding as planned though.” Natalie ran her hand though her ponytail several times as she thought of alternatives. “Leave the engineer here and you guys advance. Take this ladder up that the Imps set up. I’ll have your engineer remove what mines she can to let us get around them.”
“You plan on driving through a minefield?” Asked Alicia, “ We don’t have the means to repair the tanks should they get damaged.”
“They won’t get damaged. Our drivers should be able to manage anyway. You have your orders. Take the rest of the crew up the ladder. We’ll meet up with you once we have the chance.”
Given that Natalie was Alicia’s superior in rank, she really had no way of refusing. “…All right, Largo gather up the crew. We’ll leave Gina and Claudia with the tanks.”
“Got it, Twintails.”
“They’re gonna need you to keep putting pressure on the imps so they can keep advancing, Twintails,” Natalie told Alicia, “Just keep pushing. For once we finally outnumber the imps.”
Alicia nodded. She never minded getting called ‘Twintails’ by members of her squad, but for some reason it annoyed her when Natalie did it. “Fine. I’ll make it happen.”
Alicia was the first up the ladder. She wanted to make sure there was not some sort of ambush at the very top, but she did not take into account that all the men from below would get a good look up her skirt either. Freesia did her best to kick Walter whenever he did. Once on top, Alicia scanned the road leading up the hill. It was quiet again, save for the gunfire still echoing in from the south. Largo and his Crew fell in behind her and created a makeshift perimeter with their weapons up.
“The Boss ain’t gonna like that one.” Largo said suddenly.
“What do you mean?” Asked Alicia.
It was Walter that answered instead, “Leaving a column of armor undefended or without infantry support is what us Lancers live for, babe.”
“He’s not lying, I’ve seen the boys in action!” Said Freesia.
Alicia looked back towards the the ladder momentarily before Largo spoke again. “Ain’t no point fighting it though. Puppy is right about one thing, the other Crew’s need us to keep the pressure on. I’m sure the Boss will talk to her about it at some point. Let’s move forward.”
Alicia nodded. Immediately deciding that Largo’s name for Natalie was worse than Twintails, “All right let’s keep going.”
They followed the road up and found a sandbag placement up ahead.
“How many?”
“Six.” Musaad answered Alicia as he looked though his binoculars.
“Six? Do we have any grenades?”
“Negative.”
“Nope.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Alicia received various different answers, but neither of them were a solid ‘no.’ “Okay then, well just have to rush them. Montley, draw their fire.”
“Aw man!” cried Montely, and Freesia just laughed. The boy got ready to run out around the corner, and on Alicia’s cue, he ran for his life.
“Open fire!”
The imps tried to gun down Montley, but he was too quick. While a wave of fire from Alicia and the remaining scouts started picking them off one by one. Needless to say, it was not long before Alicia and the rest of Largo’s Crew was on the move again and advancing. It was well timed too, as they made it to the top of the hill, so too did the forces advancing from the south. The only difference being that Largo, Walter and Jann had a clear shot of the Imperial tank’s ass that was blocking their path. One salvo of Lancer fire later, the tank was destroyed. Then both the south and north Gallian attackers stormed the base.

By noon, The Edelweiss, Honeydew and Silent Daisy were rolling into the captured Imperial base at the the top of Navelmound hill. Hearing from radio chatter that the base had been taken, Welkin sat with his upper body outside the hatch of his tank, as did the other tank commanders behind him. It was only a mild surprise that Faldio’s tank, Back Rose, and what remained of Squad 1 was coming in behind them. Now that the mines were gone from the road, the vehicles were free to join the rest of the infantry back to Amatriain. After a little rest anyway.
Rosie’s Crew was probably the first to discover the miracle in the desert. As they started clearing some of the buildings inside the recently liberated Imperial camp, they entered one of the buildings and found a familiar looking scene that had not been seen for a very long time.
“Is that what I think it is?” Asked Cherry. As Rosie approached the knobs on the wall and turned them. Sure enough the spray of the shower head turned on, and out came warm water.
“How do these Imps do it?” Was all Rosie said.
Ramona looked like she was about to cry, it was her first time seeing a shower in who knows how long, but it was the only one in the camp. There was no telling how much water was in reserve for the shower.
“I don’t know,” Replied Salinas, “but it looks like maybe this room belonged to the officer in charge of the camp. Probably a noble.”
Salinas did a quick inspection of the shower and looked around to see if he can find the trick to the sorcery. The water was warm, but not artificially. It appeared the heat of the desert was all it took to heat the water for comfort, which meant there was no option for a cold shower should anyone want it. Following the source of some of the exposed pipes, it seemed that the source of the water was a well. The imperials must have had some machinery come by to dig, and dig really deep at that considering they decided to make their camp at the summit of the the hill.
“Something tells me there might be just enough water to allow both squads to get a few minutes of shower time though,” deducted Salinas, “Assuming the pump lasts. Imperial engineering should make sure of that though.”

“I’m not gonna risk it!” Ramona said as she actively started taking her uniform off. She had always been something of a neat freak, and the dirt from being in Barious was really getting to her the last couple weeks.
Seeing that Ramona was showing very little care about Salinas and Theold being in the same room, Rosie and Nina shoved them out and closed the door.
“Go tell, Twintails the news or something!” Shouted Rosie. She just managed to close the door in time before Ramona started taking off her bra.
All Salinas did was sigh. Theold however lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall. Seems he was not going to follow Rosie’s orders. Salinas put the strap of his SMG around his shoulder and exited the building. Alicia was already busy shouting orders to get the camp ready for the night, and to take all imperial weapons, food and supplies to help them on the march back to Amatriain. She was bleeding, Salinas noticed.
As Salinas began to walk up to Squad 7’s NCO, she ran toward Welkin who had just gotten off from the Edelweiss. Reporting that camp for the night was being made. Faldio fell in behind Welkin. Seemed they noticed she was bleeding too.
“You still have to get your Squad ready, right?” Salinas heard Faldio say.
“Right. I know she’ll be in good hands.” Salinas heard a bit of anger in Welkin’s voice, but it was not directed at Faldio or Alicia.
Strange, Salinas thought. Hearing that Alicia was going to receive medical attention by no other than Faldio, Salinas instead decided to approach Welkin about the news. Just in time for him to hear Welkin say to Natalie, “ We’ll talk about your hiccup later.”
Natalie seemed embarrassed by that declaration. Salinas never really cared much for gossip, so his interest ended there and wasn’t curious about whatever Natalie had done to potentially earn a scolding from the Boss.
“Welcome to Navelmound hill, sir.” Salinas did the formal thing and shot Welkin a salute. It was not every day that he got to speak to the master of the Edelweiss. “Rosie wanted me to share some news with you. Seems there is an ample supply of water in the form of a shower available. Seems she means to let everyone enjoy its blessing.”
“A shower!?” Welkin and Natalie expressed their shock together.
“That’s right…Just the little extra boost of morale the squads need, I’m sure. If everyone is quick, maybe most will get to enjoy it, by my calculation anyway.”
Hearing the news, Welkin began to focus on getting a schedule set up, and making sure the camp was prepped by sundown.

Faldio was inside a tent with Alicia. Alicia’s upper body was clad in only a crimson bra while his gentle hands worked diligently to clean and wrap her her wound. There was no way she did not feel the pain of the bullet wound though. This was not a mere graze, but an actual gunshot wound, she should be writhing, and it would take weeks to heal enough for her. Faldio just thought she was acting tough, she did like to do that from time to time.
“You’re lucky it wasn’t on your dominant arm.” Said Faldio.
“It’s really nothing,” Winced Alicia as she felt Faldio apply some pressure to the source, “I think I could’ve managed without all the babying.”
“Something like this shouldn’t be scoffed at. If we weren’t low on ragnaid I’d make sure one of the medics apply some more in depth treatments on this.”
“I’m fine, Faldio! Seriously. I get hurt all the time, something this small should heal in no time.”
What was it with women saying they were fine when that obviously isn’t the case, thought Faldio. “In any case, you shouldn’t do anything else for the rest of the day. You’re going to stay in this bed and rest. That’s an order!”
Faldio raised his voice for the last bit just as Alicia attempted to interrupt. He had to use his rank this time or she was not going to listen.
“…Fine” Alicia finally conceded, “At least help me get my uniform back on.”
Faldio did that much at least. He got her dressed enough to at least be presentable should any prying eyes want to sneak a peak at her. “There you go, now rest. I’ll update Welkin on it all. I’ll even make sure he gets the Squads settled for the night. Just get some sleep.”
As Faldio was getting ready to exit the tent he felt a strange tingling coming from his breast pocket. Unsure what the sensation was, he felt around only to find the Yggdist necklace that he had been keeping close for a little while now. He pulled it out of his pocket and found it was glowing, with a familiar azure aura hovering around it. “Strange,” Faldio said to himself, “There must be a ragnite deposit nearby.”

As the day faded into evening, the three squads were able to collect Imperial weapons and distribute them to make up for gaps in the Gallian’s supply. Everyone was able to eat, and at least most of them were able to shower by the time the water well seemed to run dry. Welkin was sitting on a chair with his journal as he wrote some things into it. He was inside the same tent as Alicia who was sleeping just a little ways off in her very own bed. A few others were scattered about in other beds and sleeping bags of their own. Many of the troops saw it fit to retire as early as possible due to the early rise they had tomorrow. One night’s rest was all they could afford according to Varrot’s intelligence. With any luck the rest of the regiment was able to perform the Defeat in detail operation as planned. D Battery had a substantial for and did not need to commit to complex maneuvering, but other Squads had to perform some intricate field movements to make sure they were able to cross this hastily built line to prevent them from running back into Kloden. Welkin stopped scribbling into his journal for a moment to look towards Alicia, he felt that if he had been able to stop Natalie from splitting her off from the armor column she would never have been able to get hurt. He recalled a conversation from earlier in the day.
“You’re not mad, are you, sir?” Asked Natalie, a little more timidly than usual as she never really been lectured by Welkin before.
“I’m not mad,” Sighed Welkin, “Just run something like that by me first. It only worked this time because he outnumbered the Imperials this time. But to separate us from our only infantry support and do so without giving them any means to communicate back with us…well, it could’ve gone bad really fast.”
“…Yes, sir,” Natalie had her head down.
“Look, it worked out.” Welkin put his hands on her shoulders to assure her, “You have what it takes to be an even better leader than me or maybe even the Captain. One oversight like this, won’t stop that. Just be thankful no real consequences came from it.”
Welkin’s yawning brought him back to the current evening time. He put his journal away and decided to just rest his head on the table. It was not long before sleep overtook him. It was only five minutes later, in the darkness of the tent that a blue glow began to radiate from Alicia’s bed. And another five minutes after that, when Faldio walked in.
“Say, Welkin…” Faldio had walked in to ask him about some question pertaining to genetics. Faldio was fighting his own need for sleep to get to the bottom of his investigation on Valkyria, but he immediately realized he entire room was already passed out, “…Already asleep, huh? Eh, no worries. I guess I’ll just come back tomorrow.”
Perhaps due to the heaviness in his eyelids, Faldio did not catch on to the azure glow coming from Alicia’s bed right away, but he did eventually see it. Mistaking it as a potential fire that had broken out he rushed to the location, but as he got closer, a flood of previous texts and knowledge from his studies saturated his tired mind. “…Alicia. What’s going on?”
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June 1, 1935 – Barious Highlands, 0600 Hours
Alicia could not remember the last time she had slept so well. Not only were her dreams pleasant, but she had woken up late. Not that anyone wanted to bother her knowing she was on the mend for a close call with a bullet. The rumor around the squads was that she had been grazed by a bullet, this was on account of how well she had taken the hit. Most people with a gunshot wound would normally be in intense pain, and it showed. Alicia on the other hand, was still pretty spirited despite some noticing her bleeding. Faldio had been the only one to see how severe the wound was. Needless to say, when Alicia finally left the warm damp interior of the tent, she felt great.
“It’s another big day for Squad 7!” Alicia stretched languidly in the warm sun that had already gone past the horizon. Around her, many people from D Battery were packing all the Imperial supplies they could and were getting ready to head out at any moment. She immediately spotted Isara, who was having trouble with a wooden crate. The petite Darcsen had little in the way of physical strength. “Oh! Morning, Isara. Here, let me help you with that.”
Isara had been struggling with the crate so much she did not quite catch who decided to help her right away, but she was astonished to see it was Alicia given that she was injured, “Thank you kindly, Alicia. Are you certain your arm is all right?”
Alicia just shrugged, and shouted back at Isara as she moved the crate to the Edelweiss, “Fine! See? No problem, even with the heavy stuff!”
Isara giggled softly, “Well, I’m glad. Just be sure to take it slow.”
Isara then looked for a lighter object she could manage to help pack. In the meantime, Alicia unloaded the weight of the crate onto the Edelweiss where Salinas was managing the organization of the new supplies. As she left him to pack the crate appropriately and left to find something else to help with, Faldio pulled her aside rather abruptly.
“…Alicia.”
“Oh, Faldio! Thanks again for yesterday.” Alicia was a little surprised he had to pull her aside from everyone else. She suspected he might want to have a quickie, which excited her a little. Usually after injuries like yesterday, her hymen would seal again, making for a first time experience.
“S-Sure… Tell me, how is your arm doing now?” There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Perhaps worry.
Alicia rubbed her arm instinctually before replying, “I woke up this morning and it was all better. It isn’t even sore anymore.”
Faldio swallowed some spit to hide his disbelief. Beads of sweat were forming on his head too, but those could be from the heat, “Not at all? I’ve had bruises last a week, and yours was a gunshot…”
“Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been quick to recover.” Alicia shot Faldio a smile to die for, “Bet you’re jealous, huh?”
“Umm…” Faldio, was about to snap, he felt the weight of the world onis shoulders and was about to do something drastic before catching himself. He smiled back, the smile he used to pick up women, “…Well, just as long as you’re all right. Still, be sure to take it slow.”
Alicia laughed, “Isara just said the same thing.”
It was shortly after that Hans forced Alicia to leave so that he can eat. Faldio just watched as Alicia walked away, his eyes gravitating toward her hips.
“Curvaceous and sexy….” Faldio muttered to himself. “I’ve seen enough of her to confirm that. Lustful, indeed. But no red eyes, no silver hair.”
Faldio had though to make Edy his next target of research this very night, but that might not be necessary at all.
“Alicia…” Faldio thought of all the nasty things he had done to Alicia just to steal her from Welkin for a tentative period. All this time, he should have been the one bending over to her. His Yggdist beliefs were making him nauseated. Even more so was what other ideas were running through his head.
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June 1, 1935 – Undisclosed Time, Excerpt from Faldio’s Research Journal
Update on Research:
I have found Gallia’s last line of defense.
-2^nd Lieutenant Faldio Landzaat, 1^st Squadron, 3^rd Armored Infantry Regiment
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-JPR
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