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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This a non-profit erotic fan parody, I do not own Valkyria Chronicles. All rights to Valkyria Chronicles are owned by SEGA and its corresponding subsidiaries.

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Author's Note: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/
I actually got a review on the first day of me posting "Tales of the Europan War," which is shocking to me considering the last story I bothered to write on this site took over a month to get any kind of review which was just a message saying that my disclaimer was all messed up from the Admin. It shows me that despite the age of the game that the Valkyria Chronicles fan community is still strong...or maybe peeps just like erotic fiction.
I also had suspicions that Alicia may have been a little too forward, but the damage is done, so to remedy it I will try to keep her carnal desire in the bedroom from now on and not give her random thoughts about really wanting to fuck while on the field of battle (even though that's normal, right?). I will also try to do some nasty stuff with Marina since it was requested, but my creatively dead mind can only do so much even when sex is the topic. I did plan on Welkin to be dipping his pen around the company ink whenever I could, but I'll just experiment with it and someone will let me know what they think, and if not; the show must go on.
The Gallian Armed Forces are made up of two main branches; the Gallian Army, further divided into Regular (80,000) and Militia (Unknown) forces, and the Gallian Navy (10,000). This doesn't include the 2,000 Military Police personnel and some number of Royal Guard maintained by Castle Randgriz. The Gallian Volunteer Corps (or Militia), is where our Squad 7 resides, and I have taken the time to create a logical structure to organize it just for my sanity. It is as follows:
Gallian Volunteer Corps:
-8 Divisions Total
   I've only included further decomposition for what I'll make Squad 7's division.
-2nd Armored Infantry Division
   Made up of four regiments
-3rd (Armored Infantry) Regiment
   CO: Cpt Eleanor Varrot
   Divided into 10 "Squadrons", or 5 Battery's.
-Squad 7
   CO: 2Lt. Welkin Gunther
   NCO: Sgt Alicia Melchiott
   Divided into 4 Crews/Patrols
-1st Crew Leader: Sgt Largo Potter
-2nd Crew Leader: Cpl Brigette Stark
-3rd Crew Leader: Cpl Juno Coren
-4th Crew Leader: Cpl Catherine O'Hara
   A complete initial Squad 7 roster will be included in the story section, more will be added and some removed for 'casualties'
Finally we have the General Georg von Damon, who is incompetent beyond belief. I will keep him incompetent, but have subordinates under him that are more reasonable when it comes to military tactics and allow the General to steal credit for things he didn't do. There are 80,000 people in that army, you can't convince me every last one of them would jump on a sword for an idiot that has shit for brains. Someone has to lead them or else they would've surrendered from the start of the Imperial invasion on Gallia and none of this would even be happening.
I think that's all... Sorry for bothering you this long. I've written this before even thinking about the new sexual exploits of Squad 7 in this chapter, but I will do my best to have at least one person enjoy it. Without further ado, I present "Vasel Urban Warfare."
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April 10, 1935 - 0530 Hours, 2Lt. Welkin Gunther's Quarters, 1:39 Hours Until sunrise
Welkin was peacefully dreaming about an afternoon outing in a forest he had no recollection of. Most would be in a state of panic in such situations, but as it was Welkin he gradually began to explore the new realm in search of any insects or flora that no one else had yet to stumble upon. He was riding a white unicorn like a noble of the land.
It wasn't long before he happened upon a river that was wide and guided a torrent of water traveling through at amazing speeds.
"Darn, I guess our trip ends here." He leaned over to pet the unicorn, and the unicorn moved its head back towards Welkin makiking his spoiling task easier. That's when the glow of a white bank across the river caugh this eye.
"What is that?! Flowers shouldn't be blooming this time of year!" Now he was excited. He had no idea what time of year it was in the dream but it wasn't the time flowers were supposed to be blooming apparently, and it shot him with motivation to get across the river. There was a strange flower at the far bank, and that was enough for him to move forward.
The unicorn followed his commands like if it were his own feet and dipped its legs into the raging water that seemed deep enough to allow two freighters abreast an easy ride down the river. It was no trouble for the unicorn, it kicked its powerful legs under the water and fought the current and the sinking of Welkin.
"Come on, girl!" Welkin was shouting, sure that the unicorn was of the female sex, "Just a little further!" The current and waves were fighting the sound of his voice and he wasn't sure if the unicorn could hear him at all. It was a dramatic swim across the water and Welkin almost fell off his mount a couple of times, but the legs of the unicorn did eventually touch the ground beneath the waves and the noble white flower was within Welkin's grasp when the sound of an alarm went off over his bed.
"Uuugh..." Welkin lazily reached for the source of the unpleasant racket before finding his analog alarm clock and stopped the bell from ringing. He laid on his bed satisfied with himself for a while, unitl he shot up in the upright position thinking he had to turn in a project for school. He quickly realized that he was in his Gallian Militia Quarters and school was out on the account of a war going on.
The sun wasn't even up and he had set his alarm to give him about thirty minutes of prep time before the start of his day. Pee, shave, shower, journal; the usual morning ritual and a small breakfast before heading out to do his daily duties. After the early morning segment of Squad 7's training schedule he and the rest of the squad would go to the mess hall to get an actual breakfast before the rest of the days demanding activities.
After the thirty minutes was up, he heard a knock at the door and left his cup of coffee at the Militia issued breakfast table and went to answer. He already knew who it was.
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April 10, 1935 - 0525 Hours, Squadron 7 Barracks
In the back of the Squad 7 barracks there was a door that lead into a dressing room and a latrine on the left and right side which included the usual make up of metallic toilets and rows of showers. At the entrance of the barracks however there was a special room reserved for the NCO incharge, this way orders can be given to the said NCO without the courier having to walk through the rows of bunk beds looking for the person incharge. In this room Sgt Alicia Melchiott was having a dream of her own.
Bruhl was in ruins like she had last seen it and fire rose like pillars into a black sky which bled ash. There was screaming and bullets flying all around her with the all too often sound of an artillery shell impacting the ground either too close or not far enough. She was alright though, despite her running across the battlefield and into danger praying for a stray bullet to land on her. Bullets were only hitting others though, and she could hear them yell out her name everytime they did.
"Stop!" She was screaming so loud it shattered her throat, "Stop!"
It was unclear even to her though whom exactly she was telling to stop. Was she telling her comrades to stop dying and yelling her name? Was she telling the enemy to stop killing her friends? Or was it the war? Alicia fell to her knees and started to cry. Still hoping for a bullet to land on her, hoping that anything will stop this hell she happened upon. Her sorrowful frame was never hit though, like some ancient power inside was deflecting the harm from what should have been an easy target.
Inside the NCO room Alicia shot up from her bed sweating and panting. Judging from the silence of the Barracks though it appeared that she didn't scream in her sleep. She sighed in relief and tried to catch her breath.
She had awaken before her alarm clock, so she turned off its scheduled nuisance and immidiately got to work trying to occupy herself with tasks. She opened her cupboard and pulled out her uniform and began dressing as sharply as she could manage. She slept in little more than a tank top and underwear because of the Squad Barracks lacking any sort of ventilation whatsoever. This made the barracks get unusually hot for the already unusually hot spring of Gallia's mild climate.
Alicia's day started right away. She grabbed a couple of order documents from her desk and whisked out the door and away from the barracks into Fort Amatriain's impressive area. She quickly made her way north toward the training fields of the Fort and what awaited her was a long line of new recruits and several other NCO's shouting names to collect their new members quickly. Alicia took to what she considered the front of the formation and shouted two names in between all the other shouting.
"Private Aika Thompson! Scout, seventeen! Private Vyse Inglebard! Shocktrooper, Seventeen!" Alicia stood there authoritatively until two persons came running up to her with dufflebags in hand looking a little too fired up and ready to go this early in the day; the sun had not even began peeking over the horizon.
"Good Morning, Sergeant!" Vyse shouted despite only being an earshot away from Alicia.
"Good morning. Follow me, we'll get the both of you to report in right away." Now it wasn't so much of a rush. Alicia usually took a slower pace on the way to the Junior Officer's Quarters because the new guys would always be carrying an 80 pound dufflebag and she would feel bad by making them hurry. After reading today's OP Order she knew these two would need to reserve their energy.
The new recruits followed Alicia through a series of hallways like ducklings following their mother's every step and upon arriving at a door with Welkin's name on it she knocked silently even though it was likely that all the officers were awake at this hour. The three of them stood silently until the door opened to Welkin's warm smile.
"Good morning. Please, come in." The room was composed of simple furnishings including a desk, which was the most visually impressive piece of furinture, and a small breakfast table with shelves of books which were made up of military tactics and regulation manuals. Welkin had also snuck some biology books into the shelves for his own references to his partucular interests. Vyse and Aika took a position in front of the desk and dropped their dufflebags while shooting to attention and saluting. Meanwhile Alicia handed Welkin her copy of their orders.
"Private Vyse Inglebard, Shocktrooper. Reporting in for Squadron Seven." As before his voice was unusually loud and fired up.
"And Private Aika Thompson, Scout. Reporting in for Squadron Seven." At the volume these two were speaking today Welkin was sure that if he wasn't truly up earlier, that he was now. He scanned their orders very quickly like he used to scan notes outside of classroom just before a test.
"At ease." He put the orders down on his desk and began to speak casually, "I'm sure we can find a place for you in Squad Seven, afterall this regiment is still mustering forces."
"You guys act alike. Would you happen to know each other?" Welkin asked, curious.
"Yes, sir! We come from the same far away land and came here for adventure. When we heard of a war starting we thought it perfect to join up and discover more of Europa." Aika nodded in affirmation to everything Vyse said. Welkin thought to ask them what this "far away" land was, but glanced to see an impatient Alicia looking at her watch. Despite him wanting to get to know everyone well in Squad Seven he decided to get moving.
"We'll talk more later. Let's get you to the barracks and get you situated before starting the day." The four of them left the room and made their way for the squad barracks.
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April 10, 1935 - 0630 Hours, Squadron 7 Barracks
Just as the first hints of dawn began to peak over the horizon of Gallia, Welkin and company had arrived at the Squad 7 Barracks. It was a long room with bunk beds that went down a hall to a couple of tables at the end. At the opposite side of the entrance near these tables for the Squadrons comfort during down times were the male and female latrine, which were connected by a single dressing room. Privacy and private property were not luxuries that could be afforded to members of armed forces during wartime, and were rare even during peace time.
"Get used to it," Alicia went up to a switch near the entrance of the barracks and prepared to activate it, "this is where you'll be living until the war is over." The barracks were filled with a mixture of light breathing and loud snoring and was extremely hot. The attempt at opening the windows to capture a breeze hardly worked when the buildings next to you cut any breeze off.
"And this will be your routine upon waking up." With that Alicia acivated the switch she had her hand on and a loud alarm echoed throughout the barracks. Every sleeping individual shot up from their beds and a couple of the taller ones sleeping on the bottom bunks hit their heads. In quick succession the entirety of Squad 7 stood awake at the foot of their bunk beds at the position of attention. It was then that Alicia turned off the alarm. Part of the reason why all of Squad 7 was so quick in getting to this morning formation was because they knew the alarm would never turn off until they've gotten into it.
"First things!" Alicia was a natural at being a sergeant. "New recruits today, and quick inspections! You are to stay at attention."
"You guys can stay here for now." Welkin smiled at Vyse and Aika assuring them that whatever they did until assigned to one of the squadron's crews will be fine.
Alicia grabbed a clipboard with a copy of the Squad roster that always sat at in a tray near the entrance of the barracks and walked alongside Welkin as they made their way down the barracks. The heat was still the most obvious issue. The regulation uniform for bed was a pair of shorts and plain t-shirt, but most of the guys opted to go without the shirt and pretty much all of them either took off the shorts and slept with boxers, or rid themselves of the boxers and went commando with the shorts.
The ladies on the other hand varied much more. The more daring ones like 2nd Crew Chief Corporal Rosie Stark opted for a pair of panties and a short tank top to fight the heat, while most chose to wear a long t-shirt with nothing else on. This was troublesome for some of the younger males of Squad 7 trying to think of where to look at first, over time though they adapted. About the only member of Squad 7 that wore the regulation nightwear was Marina Wulfstan, with a loose plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Jane was close, but her decision to go with with black was technically not allowed. The more reserved women compromised a hot night for traditional civilian nightwear that covered all.
Alicia walked patiently alongside Welkin ready to put strikes on anybody that was out of the regulation sleep uniform, but much to both their expectations he shook his head signaling that no one was going to be penalized for trying to cool off. So Alicia put her pen back in pocket and finished walking the barracks with Welkin. It did bother her some that he failed to fulfill his duties, but she wasn't too keen on enforcing a rule that she also broke in order to stay cool in these stagnant barracks. Welkin looked closely at everyone mostly to pretend to do his job.
"Don't some of them seem younger everytime we do this?" Alicia had known what he meant. The age that let's you do pretty much everything in Gallia was sixteen, but at least a few of the members that Alicia and Welkin had talked about before looked a little bit too young for the mark. Specifically a young girl that looked like she should be in her first year of Junior High.
"Not our concern," Alicia was whispering just like Welkin was, "If you're not going to give anyone a strike then what crew did you want to assign the recruits too?" Alicia had an idea already but needed him to make the final decision as she handed him the roster.
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Squadron Seven
   CO: 2Lt Welkin Gunther
   NCO: Sgt Alicia Melchiott
Special: 1 Commissionable Tank
[Edelweiss]
Crew:    2Lt Welkin Gunther
   Cpl Isara Gunther
Support Infantry
1st Crew Chief: Sgt Largo Potter [L]
   Pvt Jann Walker [L]
   Pvt Walter Nash [L]
   Pvt Hannes Salinger [ST]
   Pvt Coby Caird [ST]
   Pvt Freesia York [Sc]
   Pvt Claudia Mann [E]
2nd Crew Chief: Cpl Brigette Stark [ST]
   Pvt Cherry Stijnen [Sc]
   Pvt Ramona Linton [Sc]
   Pvt Edy Nelson [ST]
   Pvt Salinas Milton [ST]
   Pvt Jane Turner [ST]
   Pvt Dallas Wyatt [E]
3rd Crew Chief: Cpl Juno Coren [Sc]
   Pvt Susie Evans [Sc]
   Pvt Wavy [Sc]
   Pvt Aisha Neumann [ST]
   Pvt Theold Bohr [L]
   Pvt Oscar Bielert [S]
   Pvt Homer Peron [E]
4th Crew Chief: Cpl Catherine O'Hara [S]
   Pvt Cezary Regard [S]
   Pvt Marina Wulfsan [S]
   Pvt Karl Landsaat [E]
   Pvt Nadine [E]
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As Alicia and Welkin walked back to the front of the barracks he read through the roster. It was clear that Alicia was just doing this as a formality and laughed to himself wondering how he had come to be so important practically overnight after the outbreak of the war. He handed the clipboard back to Alicia.
"It looks like Crew Four needs to balanced."
"Alright. Corporal O'Hara!" Alicia shouted towards the barracks as one of the crew chiefs came running up in really short shorts and formfitting t-shirt.
"How can I be of help?" Catherine was very calm in nature and never seemed like she could be overwhelmed with tasks from her previous experience with the militia.
"Show these two to their bunks."
"Of course." She motioned to Vyse and Aika who picked up their bags and followed Catherine to the 4th Crew's section of the barracks. Alicia and welkin gave them just enough time to put their dufflebags on their beds.
"PT this morning. You have ten minutes to change." After Welkin made the announcement everyone got to grabbing ther PT uniforms. Some people started changing in front of their beds not giving care while others decided ten minutes was enough for a shower as well and made thier way to the latrines in the back. As Welkin watched the spectacle Alicia went into her room at the front to change into her PT uniform as well.
This was a normal morning in the Gallian Militia.
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1130 Hours, 2nd Armored Division Command Room
When a war starts overnight and the nation under attack has little personnel to work with that are experienced and capable, it's not unusual to find some exceptions being made in order to fill the gaps. One such exception was the lowest ranking member of her pay grade, all of which sat in the command room listening to Major General Alain Chevrette updating the 2nd Armored Division on the war outside Fort Amatriain.
Captain Eleanor Varrot listened intently to the new developments and was respected by her colleagues despite her sudden jump to an armored regimental commander from an infantry company commander. Alain Chevrette himself had helped make it possible since he was a young officer in EWI and had been aware of Eleanor's skills since then. So despite only being thirty-five years-old, the rest of the division never looked past her insight when it came to the field of battle nor her assets. It was rumored that Colonel Leon Bach of 4th Regiment had given Eleanor the position she had in exchange for sexual favors because of his likeness to do so with young upcoming female officers, but that was anything but the case.
"-It's bad!" Alain wasn't one to sugarcoat, "The 1st and 4th Infantry Division are are trapped at Unicorn Peninsula with supplies being shipped by the Navy being their only hope for survival. The 2nd Army is also entrapped with them and is no doubt providing good leadership to Militia officers.
"Meanwhile we have the 5th Infantry and 6th Transportation finding themselves locked in a heated front with the 3rd Army. This new invasion was unexpected and is likely due to Imperial Intelligence gatherers discovering the 3rd Army's movement to Randgriz to reinforce out central front. This leaves the 7th Artillery and our sister division, 8th Armored Infantry, North of Vasel at Middleburg trying to open a way for those stranded at the peninsula.
"The 1st Army meanwhile is demanding we move in on Vasel today while they move most of their reserves to Randgriz in case of a seige. They left a single battalion there to hold the city against the Imperial central forces."
"A single battalion!? What are they thinking?" Lt. Colonel Layla Parsons of 2nd Regiment spoke for everyone in the room.
"...Damon made the decision." Alain confirmed the suspicions of everyone in the room, "He is also telling us to be in Vasel by tomorrow morning despite 3rd Transportation not coming in until then. " A collective groan went around the room as the officers contemplated their options.
"3rd and 4th Regiment will be occupying the city while the 1st and 2nd create a perimeter. This will allow us to make use of abandoned mortar and artillery left behind by the main army. These abandoned guns will prove to be invaluable in the defense of the city. It is likely we are to arrive on the twelfth, and I'm unsure if this battalion left behind can hold the city for that long, so expect to fight our way into the city. In this case 2nd will watch our rear should our forces in Middleburg fall while the rest of us fight into the city. Hopefully this is before the Empire claims the bridge."
"Excuse me, sir? Permission to speak." Eleanor had a concern that that everyone in the room had been thinking about.
"Granted."
"3rd Regiment only shows an operational capacity of about sixty percent and hasn't been assigned any medics. Are we to move out before completely mustering our forces?" A sigh from Alain got a few in the room talking since what Eleanor said was true for each regiment in 2nd Armored.
"Since we'll be unable to leave until tomorrow morning anyways, I'll have medics assigned to every Squadron by sundown." He began to make his way to the door of the command room and opened the exit, "But as for mustering; We go as we are. Look to your orders and pass them to your Battalions." After Alain exited the rest in the room opened their manila folders containing their orders and most of the officers past them on to the regimental staff officers to distribute.
"Will your regiment be ready to fight at Vasel should they need to, Eleanor?" Leon Bach was making his usual moves on Eleanor, which gave rise to the sexual rumors in the first place.
"I'm confident in my abilities to lead them and the officers that have been assigned to 3rd regiment have some of the best credentials in the Division."
"Yes, like that Gunther boy. He made himself quite the reputation before the declaration of war was even passed."
"He and many others, Colonel Bach." Eleanor passed the orders she scanned over to her Operations staff officer and he left the room immediately to get to work.
"Just call me Leon. We don't have to be so formal with each other."
"We do, there are unpleasant rumors spreading about you and me." Varrot took a quick glance around the room to catch at least one party whispering about her and Leon talking no doubt.
"The rumors are already there, they might as well be true." Leon closed some of the distance between the two of them and it caused a good majority of people to leave the room while Eleanor did her best to back away.
"...I will consider your offer, Colonel Bach. Right now I need to prepare for tomorrow." Eleanor briskly showed herself to the door.
"You know where my office is." Was the last thing Eleanor heard before making her way out.
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1430 Hours, Fort Amatriain Training Field
After thorough rough housing from the hand-to-hand combat instructions delivered by the Militia's infamously named Ramrod, or Drill Sergeant Calvaro Rodriguez, the entire Squadron was covered in mud by the time weapons training came to call. The Range was filled with the echoes and blasts of gunfire as supersonic bullets flew downrange to hit the steel targets placed for practice. Since it was a relatively busy period for the Drill Sergeant it was left to Welkin to manage his own Squad's weapons training. Luckily though training with weapons is something most Gallians were raised doing as a part of the Principality's stance to maintain neutrality. Unfortunately however this new weapons training was an effort to help kill the enemy more efficiently instead of a unique PE activity in schools. The entire Squad was loaded and awaiting permission to fire. Instead of straining his throat to give the command Welkin used a whistle to give the signal.
Vyse laughed uncontrollably as he held down the trigger on his M1 submachine gun and expending his entire magazine quicker than anyone else in the squad. His spread was terrible and only a few bullets managed to hit the target. On the other end of the spectrum though was Marina, who Catherine held at high esteem for her minimal spread and efficiency with a sniper rifle. When everyones magazine had run dry the firing ceased and Welkin approached Vyse.
"It's good to see you fired up, but you're trigger happy. There's no need to waste and entire mag on a single imperial if you can help it." Vyse smiled and nodded during Welkin's advise but it didn't seem like anything was going through.
"Speak for yourself." Jane, who was stationed beside Vyse, muttered this aloud barely audible enough for Welkin.
Welkin scratched his head unsure of what to say about Jane's comment, but luckily he didn't have time to argue. A buzzer went off on the range signaling for all firing to stop as a runner made their way inside. It was a bit early to stop according to the orders they received, but when Welkin saw the runner he knew something was up.
"Where's the CO?!" The runner came in and didn't see Welkin right away.
"Here." When the runner got sight of Welkin he ran up to him and handed him a folder from the Regimental Staff Office. It was clear that the Staff Sergeant before him was sent by the S3 to deliver this new order envelope. "Is the war over?" Welkin wasn't joking but it got a laugh from the courier.
"No, the war's just started. Good day, sir." The runner saluted and then left.
Upon opening the envelope the entirety of Squad 7 looked torwards Welkin curious about what was going on and why they stopped the training. Not that any of them were complaining about getting a rare break in between all the training that the militia filled their days with. The cheap paper used to type on was practically transparent and Welkin took care not to rip the fragile orders as he removed it and read it to himself. His suprised looked must have caught some eyes though as some of the members of Squad 7 left their stations and began to gather around him. After reading he put the paper back in the envelope and casually relayed the news.
"All scheduled training for the remainder of the day has been canceled. You are to return to the barracks and rest up. Tomorrow we leave for Vasel." The reaction from the Squad was mixed. Some cheered while others expressed concern.
"Vasel? What does that mean?" Susie asked aloud.
"It means we finally get to fight!" Cried Salinas, who cheered with a few others.
"...But we don't have a medic-"
"It's about time we can take the fight back to the Imps!"
"Alright! You have your orders. Get to the Barracks and get cleaned up!" Largo had enough of the wild banter and shouted above the rest. It didn't stop the Squad from talking of course as they put up the practice rifles and machine guns while making their way to the Squad Barracks to finally get a shower in after a long days work. Even Alicia who was pretty good at keeping herself clean had a considerable amount of dirt left over from the training that the Drill Sergeant had put the squad through right after lunch. Unlike the last two weeks though most of them managed to keep their lunch and not lose it today.
"We're expecting some medics before we take off tomorrow, but the orders didn't say if we'd be getting them today or tomorrow so keep on your toes." Welkin was the one to approach Alicia this time making her a little happy. She was concerned that their relationship seemed strictly professional lately.
"Alright, I'll be in the Barracks then." Alicia and Welkin split up after that with Alicia going to the Barracks and Welkin going to the Hangar to check on the status of the Edelweiss.
Upon enteriing the Hangar that housed most of 2nd Armor's tanks Welkin was greeted by a familiar face.
"Welkin! Good to see you bro!" As usual Leon was there to shout his gratuitous hello upon Welkin entering the Hangar and Kreis came following after him to apologize for his casual demeanor in front of an officer.
"Sorry, sir. What can we do for you? There's a rumor going around that 2nd Armored is moving out tomorrow."
"Unfortunately it's true. I came to check on the status of the Edelweiss."
"Well no worries there. It's our job to make sure all vehicles are ready to go at a moments notice, plus your sister never leaves the tank despite the Edelweiss being in good condition. That being said it's probably the cleanest and most able tank in the entire Militia arsenal."
"So the Edelweiss is ready to go?"
"Sure is, bro!" Leon got a word in with his usual enthusiasm, "You can ask Isara herself, she's likely inside the Edelweiss as we speak!"
"You'll let me go through the hangar?"
"Of course, sir. A lot of the officers are inspecting their armor before heading out. It seems today is an exeption to making people walk about with safety equipment."
"How can anyone work in here 'with' safety equipement? The heat is worst than the barracks."
"Luckily the R&D officers are pretty lenient on what classifies as safety equipment in these conditions."
"It's no problem! Go check it out, bro!"
"Okay, thanks." Welkin headed deeper into the Hangar while loosening the collar on his uniform to try and grab a breeze. The Hangar had a lot of openings to allow fumes to get out from the running of engines, welding, and ragnoline alike but the heat from the engines was more than enough to make the buidling hot. It got Welkin thinking about the ride tomorrow and driving the Edelweiss to Vasel while the sun beats down on the steel pot Isara and him would be inside. Isara liked tanks though, and Welkin thought of her commitment to work and operate them just like his obsession of biology. A hot day meant nothing to Welkin so long as he could go out and explore nature likewise for Isara and machinery.
Upon reaching the bay that held the Edelweiss Welkin stopped to take a good long look at the impressive presence of the Edelweiss and walked around to do a quick inspection of the tank. He had taken numerous courses on tanks as a matter of fulfilling mandatory military electives in school and was knowledeable in how to look for potential problems by looking at the vehicle's main components. No sign of Isara though, at least not from the outside. Welkin climbed up the side of the Edelweiss to get to the hatch at the top of the turret to find that it was already open. He entered carefully to complete his inspection of the tank.
Then he found Isara. She was laying near the drive controls working on something below the chair of the driver's seat. It seems she too had methods of fighting the heat of the Hangar plus the added heat of the tank by completely removing her boots and stockings as well as the gloves and jacket of her uniform. She was clad only in her long shawl, an unbuttoned shirt underneath and her skirt. Normally Isara's state wouldn't phase Welkin, but something about the sweat making her look wet and the view of her legs made an instinct kick on inside him, so he thought to start a conversation quickly.
"Is." He called for her while he sat on the commander's chair. Isara poked her head out from her work and looked to see Welkin inside the tank wondering when he actually got in.
"Welks!" She sat up quickly and made herself appear more decent, but only actually using her hands to pull her skirt further down in vain. "It's rare to see you here."
"Just came to see how everything was looking." [Random Author's Note: He means he likes the way his sister was looking. wink-wink nudge-nudge. Lolz]
"With the Edeweiss? I've upgraded the periscope on the main turret to improve accuracy and started reinforcing the body to take more hits before critical systems start experiencing failure. As for the radiator I've started contemplating new ways to prevent it from getting so easily damaged while also improving the performance overall." Isara as usual was on top of it and her efforts struck Welkin with a newfound confidence in an already impressive piece of hardware.
"We have orders to drive out to Vasel tomorrow. Can she make the trip?"
"Of course. There and back and then some."
"I knew I could count on you, Is." Welkin pat her on the head and began leaving the tank when Isara called out to him.
"Wait, Welks." She stopped Welkin in his tracks and he looked expectantly at her. "Um... nevermind."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright, if you need anything let me know. We have an early rise tomorrow." With that Welkin had indeed left the tank leaving Isara to herself again.
She hadn't called out to Welkin because she felt lonely, she always felt happy in the Edelweiss, but because she actually had a story to share with him. It was in the Hangar a few nights prior that Isara was sleeping inside the Edelweiss after working late on the tank. It was after midnight when a noise woke her up. She was positive that she was the only one that should be in the Hangar that late and there was usually a guard that prevented anyone from coming in that wasn't permitted. Not knowing what to expect she peeked her head out of the Edelweiss and looked around. Her first thought was that a spy had somehow gotten into the base and was unsure how to handle situation if that was the case.
The Hangar was dark and none of the lights were on making it difficult to see too far, but a silhouette of a man creeped into the bay that housed the Edelweiss and in panic Isara shot herself back into the safety of the tank for a quick second and grabbed a wrench to bash the head of infiltrator. Slowly lifting her head out from the hatch atop the turret she looked around carefully to see where the person had gone only to find a man in a Gallian Uniform laying on the aft of the Edelweiss stroking the tank slowly and breathing in its scent. The darkness had helped to conceal Isara and she brought her head out only far enough to let her see the man on the backside of the tank. He had a handsome face and auburn looking hair in the darkness. Isara worked hard to gather information on his appearance if he really was a spy or saboteur, but he wasn't doing anything but stroking the tank with his hands as he laid on the steel.
Just when Isara had conjured enough courage to strike the man with her wrench he sat up and began pulling off his uniform starting with his jacket and shirt. Isara noted that he was also very well built, but blushed fiercely when the man pulled off his pants as well and she saw he was very well endowed too. 'What is he dong!?' Was what Isara was shouting in her head. Nevertheless the shock of suddenly seeing this man naked on her Edelweiss made her head spin and any thought of striking him with the wrench was gone. He used the turret of the tank to rest his back on and began to masturbate while using his free hand to caress the Edelweiss and muttering something Isara couldn't quite pick up in her perplexed state. She had just enough focus in her to see the 7 patch stitched to his uniform.
'What is he doing!?!?' Isara thought even louder this time. Since the man was resting his back on the turret now Isara was able to get further out of the turret and see him perform this lewd and strange act with a better view. The man was pumping his dick furiously and his eyes were closed, no doubt to conjure some strange fantasy while finding pleasure with his hands. His breathing got deeper and and his strokes got faster and Isara knew what was coming and watched as the final strokes of his hand forced an impressive amount of his cum to splatter across the aft of the Edelweiss in the darkness of the unoccupied hangar. Worried that he might open his eyes and awaken from his blissful fantasy Isara shot herself back down into the Edelweiss only to drop her wrench while she was inside. From outside the hatch above her she heard a quick gasp and a hurried movement. She figured it was the man rushing out the same sneaky way he got into the hangar.
Isara sat there still for a while listening to see if she heard anymore noise, but it was quiet. She shyly peeked outside again and there was no sign of a silhouette or any person at all. Just another night at the Hangar. She got out of the Edelweiss completely and squated near the impressive puddle of cum that the man left behind. She was without her gloves, stockings, boots and jacket as usual to fight the curiously hot spring night in the hangar. With her finger she dipped into the seed that was left behind took her time feeling the texture of the new material. When she was done she licked it off her finger without thinking. Realizing that she would need to clean up this mess sooner or later she got on all fours and started licking and sucking the hot white liquid off of lukewarm steel of the sleeping Edelweiss. 'What am I doing!?' Were her thoughts this time, but she couldn't stop herself and worked tirelessly to find every last drop being sure to do her best in savoring the taste of this strangers seed in her mouth. When she finished cleaning the Edelweiss with her primal method her body was hot and she could feel her heart wanting to burst out of her chest.
As Isara recalled that night to herself after her brother left the Edelweiss she again was feeling hot and flustered at the thought of that strange man's actions. She was going to ask Welkin if he knew who the stranger was since it appeared that he was in Squad 7, but decided that she would find out herself so no one would get in trouble. She was somewhat concerned for the man's record since he appeared to love tanks just as much as her, and she debated what she would do if he ever returned again. 'Would he come again?' It was at that moment that Isara wondered if the man knew what it was like to be inside of one. Suddenly being inside the Edelweiss seemed a dirty action to Isara, but she didn't hate the feeling.
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April 11, 1935 - 0600 Hours, Fort Amatriain Drill & Ceremony Grounds
"Fina, Gina, and Mina Sellers, was it?" Welkin stood before three very beautiful young women and Gina was blatantly shooting him coquettish looks while the set of triplets were being assigned to Squad 7 as the new combat medics. It wasn't flying with Alicia though. Her womanly intuition had gathered that Fina was a little shy and Mina was one who liked to play tough even though she wasn't. On the other hand was Gina who was actually getting Welkin to blush and it was unsettling to her. Alicia played with her hair wondering if Welkin happened to like blondes. She heard about Susie and him having a past during a shower in the barracks once as well as Juno knowing him back at college; now there was this. For the first time in a long time she was feeling insecure about her looks. She spoke out of turn to get her away from her thoughts.
"But Captain, we have four crews." She was referring to being short one medic in accordance to a Militia regulation saying each detachment of a Squadron should have a medic.
"I know," Captain Varrot was quick to answer as usual, "but you need to make due. There is a shortage of trained personnel in the medical field and this is the best we can do for each Squadron on short notice. To accommodate we are equiping Engineers with medical kits and ragnaid to limit casualties and to apply first aid should a medic not be available."
"Of course. We understand, Captain." With that Varrot went on to the next Squadron with their three medics and Welkin turned to the girls in front of him again. "Welcome to Squad 7."
"It's a pleasure to be in your service." Gina winked and the three sisters found a crew to fall in formation with. Alicia was glaring at Welkin, for some reason mad that he was actually enjoying her flirtatiosness. Welkin pretended not to notice.
Isara was inside the commander's seat of the tank overlooking the Squad 7 formation when she caught eye of the man she saw masturbating in the Hangar a few nights ago. She was sure it was him because of his build and auburn colored hair. He didn't seem to notice her stairing and perhaps thought that the noise when she dropped her wrench was a coincidence since he didn't seem like a man that had been caught doing something embarassing. Luckily her brother kept a copy of the squad roster in the tank and he was the only male in Crew 2. Salinas Milton; having found the name she double and triple-checked the names on the roster making sure she wasn't making a mistake. When the trucks arrived to carry the others Welkin began to make his way to the Edelweiss and Isara quickly placed the roster back where it was and took the driver's seat waiting to go.
"Everyhting ready, Is?" Welkin asked as he entered the Edelweiss and took a seat in his chair.
"All ready!" Isara started the Edelweiss and the humming of its ragnoline feed engine roared to life and echoed throughout the insides of the mobile steel fortress. It was so loud now that Isara had to rely on the ear phones which were connected to Welkin's headset to communicate.
"All right then, let's stretch her legs. Squad 7, move out!" Isara pushed the pedal to accelerate and the Edelweiss was on the move coming in just behind Squad 6 with the trucks carrying everyone else following suit. An entire convoy stretching a whole division long to spearhead the Gallian counter-offensive in Vasel.
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Author's Note: To be continued. Not too many sexual exploits in this half of the cahpter but I'll do my best to include plenty in the next half. It's a slumber party. Those have a lot of opportunities. As always thanks for reading.
-JPR
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