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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/
First off, I'd like to apologize for the fact that this second part of the Chapter has been available since the day I posted the first half of the chapter. The only thing that had prevented me from posting this half right away was my ambition to include a more detailed plot into the mixture of the numerous sexy scenes that I had planned to include, and despite scrapping and rewriting entire segments of this half up to five times in some cases, I decided to stick with a bare minimum in plot development after realizing that this chapter in the game was mostly mechanics and introductory focused. That being said what I originally had written was quite substantial to what I'm posting here. If there seems to be any gaps in the story, then this is likely the reason why.
With that out of the way I'd like to inform you guys that I actually wrote the first sexual encounter of this half intoxicated, because let me tell you; it was not supposed to get frisky at all, but alcohol has a way of making things get really steamy really fast. That being said maybe someone could tell me if my drunken stupor conjures better ideas than my sober logic. If so, then I will actively try to write drunk and edit sober.
Without further ado, "Vasel Urban Warfare" ...part 2.
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April 11, 1935 - 2143 Hours, 3rd Regiment Command Tent; Vasel Suburb
Welkin sat next to Faldio as per usual when it came to command briefings, but this time it was in a mobile HQ stationed just outside the City of Vasel. It was already late in the night but gunfire and explosions from inside the city echoed throughout the river valley on which the city was perched. All ten Squadron leaders sat quietly in anticipation for Captain Varrot's arrival who was to update them on the situation as well as provide them with a plan of attack.
Upon arriving at the city, it was ablaze on both sides of the river and sounds of isolated fighting could be heard. It didn't really strike everyone in Welkin's Squad until they had heard the fighting and saw the city on fire that a real fight was about to take place. The non-veteran members were especially shaken up as they watched 4th Regiment march its way into the city with grave looks painted on each of the faces going in. In the hours since that happened the sun had gone down and the city is alight with tracer rounds, fire, detonations of ragnite packed grenades and mortar fire. It was reminiscient of a thunderstorm that crept along the horizon on late nights frightening small children. Welkin understood his responsibility as much as everone in the tent, that keeping their Squad members alive was top priority and he would see to that as best he could. It wasn't long before Varrot entered the tent.
"At ease," She said as she strode into the tent as a formality since no one had actually shot to attention when she entered, at least not at any meeting Welkin attended. Varrot went to the head of the table where there was a board holding a map of the city.
"Upon arrival about seventy percent of the city was taken by imperial forces and at least a quarter of the population is still present in and around the city; so it has been advised that mortar and artillery fire are to be isolated to major streets and avenues. Do not fire upon buildings or houses with your tanks unless you're sure it is occupied by imperial personnel. That's an order directly from Castle Randgriz.
"Currently 4th Regiment is inside the city and 1st has split its forces with half working down Randgriz Boulevard to backup 4th's offensive and half stationed around the city manning the artillery and mortar placements. 2nd is moving North to set up a perimeter should Imperial forces pierce that front and also be on standby to cover our retreat if necessary. According to the intelligence we've gathered the Special Forces Battalion left behind, which will from now on be referred to as the Vasel Defense Battalion, failed to hold the bride but is still active. They are currently surrounded east of the Market Garden and have been holding a camp at the City Library since the seige began. Our goal is to capture the West Bank by tomorrow evening."
"Excuse me, ma'am." Faldio was always one to show curiousity when it came to details, "Just how large is the Imperial force, and can this goal be achieved?"
"The size in unknown, but armor has been used against us in the city. A unit we captured earlier has informed us that the force here has been at the spearhead of the Imperial Invasion since Ghirlandaio, they are tired and 4th will be fighting throughout the night to keep the pressure on them. We have valid suspicions that the main supply line has yet to catch up with those seiging the city and if we want the West bank it needs to be done before that happens." Faldio nodded to show he understood and Varrot carried on.
"That's all for the Situational Report. Now, for the plan of attack-"
"How quaint." A fat man in a superbly decorated Gallian Army Uniform walked in the tent with a swagger the size of his ego, "The militia having a little strategy meeting of its own. How long were you planning on hiding out in here, Varrot?"
"My apologies, sir. We'll depart soon." Despite the rude interruption of the fat man Captain Varrot excreted her usual aura of professionalism.
"Whatever, they're just country mice. It's not like they'll be much help." He walked around the table and looked at all of the Squadron leaders individually as if inspecting their character, though it didn't seem he was a good judge of that criteria. Captain Varrot had muttered something that caused his face to sour. "Did you say something?"
"Vasel is a critical position and we'll reclaim it immediately." Varrot's response seemed sincere but no one was convinced she had said something so tame.
"W-Well, good. See that you do!" The fat man waddled his way out of the tent, "My army will be ready to rush the bridge once you do." Such were the departing words of the prideful man.
"Who was that?" Welkin had never seen the man nor was he in any way phased by the condescending tone that he used towards the entirety of 3rd Regiment just moments ago.
"General Damon, leader of the Central Forces." Faldio of course was always one to keep up to date with current events and important people. His interest in archeology was rooted in his love for the social sciences, unlike Welkin who's head was often wondering the wilds with his bugs and reproduction practices of animals. "They say the General is an aristocrat. He looks down on the common militia."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Right. No one thinks it makes sense. Now that the war's begun we need to band together and defend our homeland. His high birth and arrogance are a weakness to Gallia."
"Indeed," Varrot decided to speak her opinion, "General Collins was the better tactician, but unfortunately lost his life when the Empire struck Ghirlandaio."
"Some deal that took place among the government. I can't say it was the best choice for the new Gallian general."
"Regardless, we have a job to do. About that plan of attack-" Varrot continued her briefing and everyone listened intently with their minds keen on taking back that bridge.
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The temporary base camp was built with tents around a hilly suburb that overlooked the river valley nesting the city of Vasel. Scattered about was the entirety of 3rd Regiment which was ordered to rest on the account of 4th taking the first wave of the offensive. Of course many of the new recruits were having a hard time shutting their eyes and nearly everyone watched with a hopeless awe at the battle taking place in the city. Vasel was large, but the Great Vasel Bridge stood majestically over most of the buildings and was the only structure near the river to actually be lit. The river itself was hard to see even at this elevated position due to the many streets and buildings that blocked the line of sight, but each explosion and tracer round was visible in the darkness of the night and the waning crescent of the moon would not be visible until the early morning hours.
A lot of the veterans such as Largo, Catherine, and Coby knew this was a period of rest that was much needed for the coming hours, but they found themselves having to inspire a number of the younger rookies who were beginning to let their nervousness show. Alicia, despite having seen some extent of action during the outbreak of the war in her hometown, was a bit scared of going back into the fray that has haunted her dreams lately. The command meeting was over and Welkin had just arrived to the cluster that was his Squad. Without a word from him the Crew Chiefs gathered around him as well as Alicia, his second in command.
"Orders from the Captain: we are to take the loop to the south of the city and follow Riverside Lane up to the Gallian occupied base camp. We are to relieve them and take hold of City Hall." Welkin was unusually serious, but it seemed that when things started turning for the worst he was always someone you could rely on.
"From the Captain, eh?" Largo asked in a tone of disbelief, he was always one to treasure experience and was making sure Welkin wasn't using her good name to make the Squad do things that would inevitably get them all killed.
"Yes," Varrot appeared from the shadows, "from the Captain. I'll be riding with Delta Battery on this operation." Delta Battery was the combined might of Squadrons Seven and Eight, both of which were given the same objective but Squadron 8 would be on the left flank just west of the Market Garden. Squad 8 was given the task of coming around the back to cut off the imperials from reinforcing City Hall.
"Very well, Squad 7 move out!" With those words the engine of the Edelweiss came to life and whatever the new recruits had been thinking on the eve of battle left as a month of drilling activated their bodies like clockwork and grabbed their gear for the march. Welkin got up on the Edelweiss and helped Varrot up who remained standing just behind the turret while Welkin got into his command seat. The massive might of the Edeweiss even overshadowed the two Gallian tanks of Squad 8 as they made their way to the loop with infantry in tow. It was time to fight.
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April 12, 1935 - 0926 Hours
The apprehensive mood only grew as the Squad made it closer to what could roughly be called the frontline of the urban conflict. As the sun rose and the Squadron was moving its way North more and more bodies were found across the street and on some occasions hanging off the sides of buildings from the fighting that 4th Regiment had been working hard to persist all night. A Gallian family at some point was seen scurrying across the street to a more stable structure after they deemed their house too broken to try and hole up in, they had stopped only momentarily on the street when their young girl was captivated by the size of the Edelweiss. The medics of each Squad occasionally stopped to see if a person or two was still alive but it seemed a mute point after discovering the bodies were already marked by other medics as being dead and the sound of conflict increased in volume while progressing through the hellscape before them. Blood stained the streets and homes were on fire without anyone trying to put them out. The sun was well out and above the buildings when they finally caught up to a unit from 4th Regiment.
"You guys the relief!?" Gunfire made it nearly impossible to speak without yelling at each other this deep in the city.
"Yeah! How're things holding up!?"
"It's been better! I'll inform my men to switch to defense! We've been keeping in contact with what's left of the battalion just north of here by sending runners! Don't look too good for them, the Imps have started sending in more armor and we've still a ways to go!" The officer took a phone from the backpack of his engineer and began giving orders to his mean up ahead telling them the relief was here.
"Rest up and don't worry!" Squadron 8's commander was telling the battered officer that had been fighting throughout the night. "We'll take it from here!"
"Yeah, good luck!"
Welkin had been examining the map of the city all night during the trip here contemplating the plan that Varrot had come up with concerning the advanve towards the City Hall. It seemed like some of the plan was based on assumptions and he was worried it might cause something to backfire. He went on ahead with it anyways.
"Largo!" He was doing his best to shout over the gunfire, "Take your crew, 3rd and 4th crew up Market Street and relieve that battalion! Focus on defense and don't push! Alicia! Rosie! You're on me! We're following Riverside Lane coming around from behind!" Largo hesitated a moment to look at Elle who was still standing atop the Edelweiss. With a quick nod from Elle he begain to fulfill his duties and Rosie followed suit.
Dallas was happy to hear that Alicia would be sticking with her squad while Rosie, Salinas and Jane were happy to hear that they would be part of the offensive team. Edy at this point was only worried about outperforming Rosie during this task and took point in front of the Edelweiss as they continued on Riverside Lane. Largo was leading three crews just behind Squdron 8 and was probably the most people he's commanded at once. Not even his experience in the first war had granted him an opportunity like this. Nonetheless he accepted the heavy responsibility and was confident in his ability to get everyone out alive.
They followed the tanks of Squadron 8 until they hit heavy resistance and Largo ordered the memebers of Squad 7 down a narrow alley that was still passable and led directly through the Market Garden and into the Plaza behind the library where the Battalion was last known to be. He launched himself into the alley first and the twenty odd members that were left in his care followed while some of the engineers had a hard time with the radio equipment on their backs during some of the more narrow parts of the alley. At the very end Largo stopped and peeked out into the City Library Plaza. It had two narrow entrances from where the Imps were coming and noted the position of the Special forces battalion, they were little more than a platoon now, still impressive when seeing what they had to go against alone and surrounded.
"Gallians coming out!" Largo stuck his head out of the alley.
"Holy!" One of the SF units shouted this out at the top of his lungs, it was a code word to distinguish hostiles from friendlies.
"Lance!" Largo shouted back effectively completing the exchange and ran out into the plaza with three crews following behind.
"It's about damn time. Can't say how happy I am to see you guys." Presumeably the leader, he ran up and pat Largo on the back as the rest of Squadron 7 came rushing into the plaza. "I can use a detachment in the building behind us, snipers and shocktroopers to guard the entrances, a team to watch the base camp and another squad to clear out the library." Based on his knowledge of good defensive positions Largo was convinced that the SF commander was someone who had been leftover from the last war and trusted his experience.
"Alright, on it!" Largo turned to face the members of Squad 7, "O'Hara, get your snipers in that building and secure it! My crew, reinforce those sandbag placements! Coren, get your team to clear the library!" It was amazing how quickly Largo could get the members of Squad 7 moving, but he naturally had this authoritative presence that no one was willing to challenge. Juno, ran up to the SF commader quizzically, unsure of how to actually clear a library.
"Oh, yeah. Militia." The SF commander grabbed his M1R and shouted back to Largo, "Watch things here."
"Will do!"
"Follow me then." Juno nodded and gave the signal to her team, "Give us some suppressing fire!" The shock troopers at the sandbags shot towards the library windows that imperials where shooting from as Juno's team jumped over the large obstacles and ran into a torrent of bullets that was coming from both sides. Doing what they were told they followed the SF commander and rammed a door into the library, from its appeareance it was a storage room of some sort. Gunshots were being fired from outside and inside the building sounding very much like a construction zone with machines at work and voices yelling.
"Very good, stay close. You, take point." He pointed at Aisha while telling her to go up front. He chose her because her short stature might throw off imperials that are normally trained to shoot higher when expecting someone to enter a room. It was a plan that worked better than expected as well. The first room they entered an imperial on the inside shot to hit a man's torso, which was still over the head of Aisha and she stuck him with lead while the SF member shot other people in the room.
When the team got to the actual library part of the library they split up sending Oscar, Theold and Homer to the upper floors. Oscar went to the highest window and set up some five or so feet from it with his sniper rifle.
"What are you doing? The window is over there!" Theold was the first to question the young boys logic.
"Concealing myself you idiot," before he could refute Oscar continued, "Homer, give me the phone to the radio." Homer did as he was told seemingly happy to be taking orders.
"Largo, come in. Juno's team."
"I hear you kid, what's up?" Largo's voice had static from going through the line.
"Infantry; about a sixty. Two tanks are moving up the street."
"Alright. The tanks can't fit here, just hit the infantry."
"Got it." He gave the phone piece back to Homer, "Stupid imperials!" He took aim through his scope and fired bullet after bullet through the safety of the building taking down multiple imps as they made their advance towards the plaza. One tank turned towards the river, while the other never ceased to move towards the library. It didn't strike Oscar as weird until it jumped the curb and drove on the sidewalk in front of the library. It was too late to do anything and he turned to his allies to warn them.
"Hold onto something!" A loud boom shook the building like a tremor and even the sure-footed Theold fell to the floor on impact. Outside of the library the majority of Squad 7 watched in disbelief as a tank crashed through the only wall separating them from the enemy infantry on the otherside releasing a hail storm of bullets from its hull and its turret getting ready to fire a mortar.
"Lancers, take aim!" Largo shouted while Catherine's team in the security of the rear most building did their best to shoot down the influx of new enemies trying to advance through the large opening. "'Just defend,' good thinking kid." His sarcasm was rich enough to put the princess to shame as he took aim with his lance.
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So far things had been going smoothly and the Edelweiss was advancing at a good pace with already a dozen Imperial troops having been taken out by the steady progression of the offensive team. It was hard to tell about how well things were going for Largo's team though, since gunfire was pretty much nonstop just on the otherside of the buildings along the riverside. Welkin was hoping that it was all in his head and the gunfire was actually further away from the river than it sounded. Currently the Edelweiss was climbing the ramp that would put them directly in front of the City Hall, but there was a corner and Welkin didn't want to proceed blindly when going around it.
"Rosie, take your team through that alley and report what's in the plaza. Alicia, escort the Edelweiss to the corner up ahead." Welkin had yet to close the hatch on the turret and was overlooking everything so far without the safety of the tank.
"Sure." Was all Rosie said as she motioned for her team to go towards the alley, which she led at a quick pace into the narrow space.
"Isn't he like so cute when he's serious?" Cherry had a knack for talking in the most serious of times, she could be the world's only hope in a sneaking mission to find some hypothetical plans and still blow her position because she tried to start a conversation. "It's like different that how he usually is. Like seriously."
"I will pay you to seriously shut up!" Jane was already irritated by Cherry's unstoppable mouth.
"Give the lady a break, she's nervous." Salinas was trying to ease the situation.
"Um..." Dallas spoke out of turn, "Do you g-guys think Alicia will be okay?"
"Oh my god!" Rosie facepalmed, this was her team. Edy had a knowing grin and would often encourage the entire crew to get on Rosie's nerves from time to time. "Jane if you want some peace, clear that building."
"Finally!" Jane ran into the building that Rosie said to without any hesitation. She was looking forward to gutting the first Imperial she found.
"Umm..." Ramona was concerned for her squadmate, "Is it alright for her to go alone?"
"Edy, go with her."
"I got it!" Edy ran in after Jane but not before sticking her tongue at Rosie when she wasn't looking and the rest of the team continued their way down the alley.
Inside the building Jane found an imperial sniper using a hole in the wall of the second floor to hit members of Squad 8 trying to cross Logberg Street down the way. The sniper was prone since the hole was near the ground and she had the element of surprise. As carefully as she could manage she came up behind the imperial and pulled out her bayonet as quietly as she could manage. The occasional shot from the sniper and him working the action was enough to keep her presence a secret. Once her melee weapon was unsheathed she jumped on top of the unsuspecting sniper and tossed his rifle aside while pinning him flawlessly onto the floor. She then took her bayonet and forced it between a couple of ribs.
"Aagh!" The stab wound was not enough to kill the man right away and Jane stopped all of his attempts at trying to break free of her grasp. His sporadic movements were enough to make him bleed more than he needed and his warm blood was soaking into the fabric on her legs.
"Mmm...scream for me." And she twisted the knife.
"Aaa-aaghh!" the Imperial sniper began to lose blood through his mouth and was desparately trying to flail out of Jane's iron grasp. She relished in his pain as the feeling of his blood now began to soak her hands. Deciding it was time to deal the final blow she stabbed the the sniper again, then again, and again until she was satisfied with the number of holes in his back. With each successive stab the screams of anguish from the sniper started to become little more than air being forced from his lungs by her unrelenting slaughter. She sheathed her bayonet and let the blood sit on her hands when she got up and grabbed her gun. When she walked out of the room Edy was there.
"What're you doing here?" Jane wasn't amused by her presence.
"I'm here to help!" Jane just kept going up the building to the roof access and Edy decided to pretend she didn't see Jane kill the sniper in a crazy fashion or the blood she had on her as a result. She did however remind herself not to get on Jane's bad side.
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Largo's team had managed to hold the line and take out the tank that so boldly tried to force its way into the defensive perimeter of the library plaza. In a brazen attempt to stop the advance Theold jumped out of the second story window of the library and shot the radiator of the enemy tank with his lance at point-blank range. He somehow managed to get back inside the library safely too, but he did have a few pieces of shrapnel stuck in his arm afterwards, making him the first lucky bastard to feel the gentle touch of one of the medics. By the time the imps realized what was going on, a mortar blast from the Edelweiss took out a majority of the ones trying to pierce the library's defense and their base camp was taken a ways down the street forcing them to surrender. By the time Squad 7 took their objective it was already mid-afternoon and for the first time since fighting broke out in the city it was relatively quiet. This was because the Imperial army was exhausted and 3rd Regiment was chosen by Damon to lead the charge down the bridge on the 15th, so the Division Commander saw it fit to let everyone rest since the west bank of the river was secured and some major thinking needed to be done about minimalizing casualties in the next operation.
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SECRET
HEADQUARTERS
SEVENTH SQUADRON BATTERY DELTA (D)
Office of the Operations Officer
12 April 1935
SUBJECT: Narrative Report of Operations, 7th Squadron Delta Battery (D), 04-12-35
TO: Commanding General, 2nd Armored Infantry Division, A.P.O 3-B
ATTN: A-3
    1. The Squadron set out from the assembly area with a total of thirty-four personnel and one tank without any delays or failure of mechanical equipment.
   2. The Squadron proceeded down the loop with the goal of arriving at its junction in the South part of Vasel before midnight and kept up with 8th Squadron without fail for the trip. Visibility was limited and lights were kept off to reduce the light pollution of the moving Battery in an effort to remain concealed from enemy mortar bombardment. We arrived at the loop juntion five minutes early but a bridge was blown preventing the armor from proceeding as planned.

   3. A radio report was made by Captain Eleanor Varrot to the rest of 3rd Regiment about the nature of delay then we turned back to make a detour around the failed bridge and continued our way into Vasel using Alpine Street to get to Riverside Lane. Upon arrival one of the tanks from 8th Squadron had an engine failure that lasted about fifteen minutes. The nature of the problem was undisclosed with us and we waited for their repairs by order of the Regimental Commander.
   4. By morning we had met up with members of 4th Regiment and informed them of our taking over. The Squadron was then split into two groups, one going down Market Street with 8th Squadron, while the remainder continued down Riverside Lane as an offensive unit. The commisioned tank was sent with the offensive team and therefore I was incharge while Sgt Largo Potter was made in command of the detachment. The detachment was to meet up with the Vasel Defense Battalion and hold the City Library unitl the Offensive group took the enemy base camp located at the City Hall.
   5. Along the way the Edelweiss took down multiple Imperial units with its machine gun and mortar fire. This was assisted by 2nd Crew's escort of the tank and took out multiple units as well as cleared buildings that could potentially cause trouble for the Defensive team and 8th Squadron. We proceeded to the City Hall and took out the lone tank defending it before shooting another mortar round down the street to take out a cluster of infantry charging on the defensive team.
   6. The Offensive team was able to take hold of the City Hall while the defensive team held onto the City Library despite heavy opposition. Ten Imperials surrendered upon the discovering they were cut off. Several injuries were reported by the defensive team and were declared superficial by the assigned combat medics.
   7. Statistics:
Personnel: 34 + 1 MU
Injuries: 5
Casualties: 0
Welkin Gunther,
2nd Lieutenant, Gallian Volunteer Corps,
Commanding Officer, 7th Squadron
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Welkin was sitting inside an office room of the City Hall writing a report for the Divisionary HQ when the sun was setting on the day of Squad 7's first battle. It was really relaxing for him and reminded him of writing a report for his school while he was still attending the College at Randgriz. He figured it would always be nice for him so long as at the end he didn't have to include any number other than zero at the casualties criteria in the statistics section. He took a deep breath and removed the report from a typewriter that the Gallian Militia Corps had officially commandeered from the City government on the account of them not being here to say otherwise. Before going to turn it into the temporary staff office set up in another room of the City Hall he decided to look out the window which had an amazing view of Vasel River and the reflection it offered from the orange hued sky. It would be dark very soon and utilities were out all over the city, which meant lights out and no showers. It would be nice to even take a dip in the river after a long day like this, but there were already reports of enemy snipers getting hits from across the river forcing everyone to stay in or behind the buildings and away from the waterline.
While looking out the window Welkin spotted a familiar set of twintails down below as well as his sister sitting on the turret hatch of the Edelweiss talking some members of the squad and was sure it meant she was making friends. It wasn't long before he spotted a friend of his own approaching Alicia, Faldio. Juno, Faldio, Alicia, and Welkin had been enjoying eating lunches together in Amatirain's mess hall for quite some time and as oblivious as Welkin tends to act he realized right away that Faldio might have a thing for Alicia. He owed Faldio a lot and decided to back off and keep distant despite the promising interactions he and Alicia had just before the fall of his hometown. Faldio was chatting her up and taking her somewhere else away form the company of the other squad members that had yet to head to the library and call it a day. It pained Welkin to some extent for the past couple of weeks, so he tried harder to rekindle friendships with Susie and Juno as a result in hopes that it will get his mind off his friend's new love interest. He didn't have to guess what Alicia and Faldio were going to do elsewhere and he found himself taking another deep breath.
"You aren't with Squad 7 by any chance are you?" Welkin spun around not even noticing that someone had opened the door. Before him stood a young woman that seemed barely older than him as she snapped a quick shot of his surprised expression. She was dressed as a civilian which confused Welkin even more.
"Y-yes, I am." Welkin asked still puzzled about her sudden appearance.
"Ha ha... bingo!" A smile formed on the young woman's face, "I've been looking for you."
"Umm... Me?"
"You!" She said affirmatively as she walked up to him with her face just inches from his, "Hot stuff, in the uniform. You must be Lieutenant Gunter, am I right?" Welkin was unable to step away from her since his back was already to the desk he had been working on just moments ago.
"Um, yeah. Yes that's me-"
"Upsy daisy..." She pushed him onto the desk forcing him to sit up on it as she brought herself on top of him and rested her crotch directly on his lap.
"Wha--?! Hey, you can't..."
"Nice to meet you too." Now she wrapped her arms around Welkin's neck and pressed her breasts against his torso. "Now let's get right to the questions. So you're the son of the great General Gunther, huh? You look a little young. How old are you anyway? Must be you first war, huh? What's been the hardest experience so far? Wait, happiest? No, uh funniest? Sexiest? I'd also like to know hobbies, favorite foods... what you do on your days off."
"Excuse me, but what're you doing here anyway?" It was Welkin's turn to ask a question.
"Scoops are near danger, and I'm near scoops. The name's Ellet, I'm GBS Radio's top woman reporter. I smell a good story, and you're it."
"Why does being a woman matter?" Welkin asked curiously as Ellet unbuttoned an extra button on her already low blouse exposing enough of her to Welkin that her bra and breasts were clearly visible.
"Do you wanna find out?"
"N-never mind." Since reproduction of species was one of the major points of study for him in his pursuit of Biology, Welkin couldn't help but feel himself getting hard underneath his trousers. His body was involuntarily trying to feel the young reporters warm thighs with his throbbing phallus.
"Ooo, you 'are' impressive." She started reaching suggestively into his pants, "And what could this be?" She pulled out an envelope that Welkin had stufffed the mission report in while enjoying the view of the river. She opened it and began to read. "'Secret,' and why's that? Is Damon trying to steal your thunder? I can fix that."
"Y-You're not supposed to read that." Welkin tried his best to sound serious, but unless lives were on the line it was never really too convincing.
"Is there a price? Because I can pay it, anything you want for the info I seek and a place in your squad. Just make it an epic I won't regret publishing."
"..." Welkin was thinking about the trouble he could get into for just the info part of the deal, but figured if he played oblivious like he always did it might just slide. Still, there was quite a bit of risk.
"Hesitant, are we. I couldn't help but notice you had your eye on your NCO. Is she what's stopping you?"
"No, you wouldn't understand that." Welkin had already made up his mind. He had given up that route for Faldio.
"No? Of course I wouldn't." Ellet forced Welkin on his back and she leaned over him as they laid together on the expensive oak desk of the government office. "Girls are so complicated, and the man that's the son of the late Belgen Gunther needs a real woman." She said this as she stole a hot kiss from the Lieutenant's vulnerable mouth. Welkin obviously didn't hold back either.
"Anything for information?"
"Anything." She began to suck on his neck and work her way up towards his ear.
"Are all reporters like this?"
She had just began nibbling his ear and stopped for just a moment to whiper in it.
"That's a secret."
Satisfied with that response Welkin grabbed the provocative reporter by the hair and forced her lips to his beginning a passionate exchange. He then rolled over with their lips still locked in heated battle and furiously ripped her blouse apart with numerous buttons audibly falling on the hardwood floor of the government office. After pulling her bra up he got to work on sucking the decently sized breasts of the lustrious news anchor.
"I knew you had it in you." Was the first thing she said when her mouth was liberated from her assailants offensive, and they were breathy words at that. Her glasses a mess and her hat was missing after his fierce grip of her hair. "Now, about those questions. How old are you anyways?"
Welkin was not keen on stopping his assault on this sultry woman's breasts, but forced the words out knowing she would pull something quick if he didn't meet his end of the bargain.
"Twenty-two." Free from the temptation of her breast he began to at least undo his own jacket and shirt as she took off what was left of hers.
"Then it must be your first war, though you're obviously not a virgin." She got up and began undoing his pants as he worked on his top. "My sources say you went to college to study Biology. Tell me, why something so different from your father?" After completing her question Welkin's impressive dick was already in her mouth and she went down on it ferociously as if the answers she sought would come from his own sex organ.
"It was everything my father was actually. He introduced to the field concerning everything from insects, plant-life, and reproduction."
Just as she was about to take her mouth off the young man's cock he stopped her with the force of an ocean wave with his manly grip and he was inside her mouth to the hilt. Considering his substantial size it was a feat that most failed to accomplish.
"Let's finish this first." Ellet's response was a moan that echoed up from Welkin's groin and into his ears which understood that she was alright with that deal.
After that Welkin didn't have to guide her down anymore. With one hand she played with his balls and with the other she stroked his cock sucking the life out of him. Everytime she reached the tip of his member a stimulating play from her tongue almost sent him over the edge each time. Any worries that Welkin had about the info that could potentially be leaked were gone and most importantly his regrets for pushing Alicia away floated beyond his thoughts...for now. The fabric gloves she wore on her hand somehow added to the pleasure of his groin as if his body knew that he was only experiencing a demo of what really was. She fought her way to Welkin's tip just before a pop signaled the loss of their oral connection. Then she used her tongue to briefly play with his balls and lick him all the way up his shaft. She pulled off one of her gloves and stuck his penis in it before stroking it from the outside. It was a unique sensation for Welkin and couldn't quite describe it.
"So, big man." Ellet said while staring deeply into his eyes with her pearly blues, "Are we going to keep playing like this? Or are we going to seal this deal?"
Not needing to hear any more than that, Welkin worked his way off the large desk and stood while Ellet laid down on her bare back. Welkin did the work of taking off her shoes, her olive drab jeans and panties all at once. One look at her pussy showed him that she was ready and he thrust his dick into her ready and willing snatch in one go making her gasp as her body adjusted to the new mass. Giving her only seconds to adapt he began to work slowly with his pace gradually quickening. It wasn't long before there was enough force for the oak desk to creak and Ellet's moans to want to turn into screams.
"I can tell already," Ellet was talking in between her breaths and the sound of his body making rough contact with hers, "I made the right choice. You're going to be my war hero."
Welkin on the other hand did not speak, doing his best to focus only on the intense pleasure of the surprisingly tight twat that his dick was trusthing into. Every fold of her vagina complemented his own member and it wasn't going to be long before he came. He bent over her and started to once again delve into her breast, her neck, her mouth; anywhere he could get his mouth on and she wrapped her free floating legs around his ass doing her best to force him deeper into her womanly chambers.
She couldn't hold it though and orgasmed on his unceasingly penetrating rod as she arched her back and came at the sensation of his thick member and his smooth tongue playing with her voluptuous bosom. She stuffed her own defiled glove into her mouth to prevent what could've been a death threatening scream. Spasming under the waves of continuos pleasure Ellet was sure that Welkin was worthy of her time and effort in publishing her magnum opus.
Welkin wasn't done though and flipped her limp body over on the desk and started penetrating her asshole. The shock of the sudden forced entry revigorated the sensual reporter but not enough to even speak or meet his thrust with her own like before. Since her body was already fairly relaxed though it wasn't hard for Welkin to stuff his entire length into her tight ass and he pulled on her hair getting another loud moan out of her glove stuffed mouth. Welkin was already close before and his breath was getting deeper with each successive impalement into Ellet's third and final fuck hole, each time a moan of pleasure was trying to escape her mouth. Not even her boyfriend had yet to claim the mysterious regions of her ass and she thought about that as Welkin rammed his as deeply as he could before finally releasing a torrent of his cum into the young reporter's ass.
"Mmmghhmm!" Ellet orgasmed again from the warmth and volume of the Lieutenants seed filling her asshole. Trying desparately to scream but the soiled glove she stuffed in her mouth was preventing her from doing so. Welkin too was spent, although if it 'was' Alicia he could've gone a few more rounds. Since it wasn't though he collapsed on top of Ellet and they rested there for a few moments.
"You had questions?" Ellet smiled from Welkin's clever remark and removed the glove from her mouth. When Welkin pulled out she could feel the seed of Welkin Gunther rushing out over her defiled pussy and bare legs. It wasn't long before a deep puddle was on the floor.
Meanwhile a Captain named Eleanor Varrot had just closed the door to the office as quietly as she could after witnessing the exchange. Her own juices were flowing from her starving pussy as she walked away after deciding to give the young Lieutenant some extra time with the mission report. Afterall the exchange only reminded her of a lover she had long since felt the touch of and walked to her temporary office mournfully yet excitedly.
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What had initially started as a intimate conversation concerning Alicia's concerns for her and Welkin being together, and Faldio's loss of three members in his squad during today's battle, had somehow turned into the both them being in a very dark alley with Faldio fucking Alicia's brains out from behind. Both members of the militia were still mostly clothed with Faldio making Alicia feel like she was being torn in half while fucking her up her skirt. It was surprising even to her that Faldio could be larger than Welkin and he had already cum twice inside her fertile cunt with his thrusts not stopping to even catch a breath in between. By this point Alicia was sure she was going to faint from the skilled cockwork of Faldio's robust size and the heat of two doses of sperm swimming freely in her womb.
"This... this is too much..." Alicia had managed to get at least that out between her steamy breaths but couldn't be positive that Faldio heard her with her face pressed hard against the wall. It had happened so fast that she wasn't even sure how she got in this position. After reaching her own climax several times she wasn't even sure how much time had passed since it all started either.
It was the closest she could get to Welkin, and she allowed this to happen with that thought in her head. At the very least, if Faldio and Welkin could manage to stay good friends as they have been, then she could be close to the man that she found to be her match while staying at Faldio's side. For whatever reason Welkin had pushed her away despite the advances she made and their quick sexual encounter just before the fall of Bruhl. Was she happy doing this to stay close to Welkin though? Not even she could answer that question.
Over the past few weeks Faldio and Alicia had grown close when they shared lunch with the usual group back at Fort Amatriain's mess hall, but in that amount of time she couldn't have guessed that things would end up like this.
"Just... a little more." With a newfound fury Faldio slid his member in and out of Alicia's juicy snatch with loads of his own cum spilling around from the pistoning motion of his cock going into her. The white fluid was dense and dripped out in globs onto the cobblestone below as well as soaking into Alicia's militia issued stockings. Faldio was close to the edge and so was she, he could feel it with each thrust.
"Uh-aagh!" Alicia came first though and the walls of her pussy began to milk whatever cum Faldio's body still had left forcing him to his climax too. Finally his onslaught had stopped and he buried himself to the hilt as the dam holding back the last of his seed burst and emptied in waves into Alicia's already stuffed pussy.
Even after Faldio was done Alicia still spasmed slightly and he pulled out without remorse and let her fall to the dirty alley floor. Without him holding her hips against his groin she couldn't find the balance to stay standing and was now on her knees and ass. Taking a deep breath Faldio walked in front of Alicia and slipped his softening appendage inside her mouth in an attempt to make her clean up. Faldio after all was a suitable bachelor and expected this kind of treatment from the women back at the college he attended with Welkin. Alicia did what she could and fell back to lean her back against the wall of the alley trying to catch her breath.
"That was great." Faldio squated down to her level and placed his hand on her head. "This was what we needed. You and I."
"...Yeah." The response was more of an exasperated sigh from Alicia.
"Well, it's getting late. I should return back to my Squad. I'm sure Valt is having a cow by now." Faldio stood up and put his dick back in his pants. "You sould get back to yours too."
"...Yeah."
It was all Faldio needed to hear before walking away leaving a disheveled Alicia in the dark alley alone and defenseless. Luckily for Alicia though it was unlikely that anyone would see her here unless someone was intentionally trying to spot someone in the alley. It was already dark too making her case better. Not worried about being spotted she just kind of sat there for a while trying to find the strength to compose herself.
"This is for the best..." She couldn't say that and convince herself that this was the best way to stay close to Welkin. Still, she had a professional job to do and she would perform it admirably. Afterall this is just what she needed, an escape, and it was enough to lift her spirits dramatically. So she got up feeling reacharged and began to clean herself up.
Looking around the floor of the dark alley she couldn't find her panties and questioned if maybe Faldio had taken them as a souvenir. After a few minutes she got up on flimsy legs and walked her way to the City Library which was the location of Squad 7's camp for the night. By the time she got there most of Faldio's seed had spilt out and she hoped that since utilities were out this would suffice as clean for the time being.
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Isara, Nadine, and Wavy all found a desolate corner of the library to settle away from the rest of Squad 7 to prevent any problems from arising while chatting about life before the war. Despite Isara having only just met the two on the account of her spending most days locked in the hangar the Darcsen bond was strong and they meshed splendidly. This was great news for Isara since like Welkin she had often been too intrigued by her interests to make much friends, but it was already causing problems for another individual that didn't like the comaraderie of Darcsens so close to her bedtime. Of course Rosie wasn't the only that had a distaste for this horrid scene, but she was the one to make the first move in destroying it.
"You're the one that drives the tank!?" Rosie rudely interrupted their joyous conversation and her voice like daggers aimed at Isara, "I thought it was the Lieutenant's sister that was behind the wheel."
"I 'am' Welks' sister."
"Really? Then tell me, is that your natural hair color? Or is it all that oil you work in that makes all this seem like a load bullshit." She snarled, "If you really are his sister there's no way he could keep you inside with a stench like that. I bet he made you sleep outside like the lot of you should."
Nadine who was generally shy because of her acclimation to discrimination and said nothing while looking at the floor to avoid eye contact, but Wavy jumped to the defense of himself and his newfound friend.
"With the lack of showers I'm sure we'd all spare each others noses by sleeping outside." His lack of emotion when barking the refute actually got a few laughs from the rest of the Squad who were batterd and sore from the day's fighting, and any joke was a welcomed one, but not for those that hated his kind.
"So you think you're funny? I'll make sure I'm the only one laughing when your graves are dug." She strode away from their dusty corner, "Can't talk to animals!"
Though her look of determination made it seem like she was ready for a fight, Isara decided to keep her words hidden until she had a better chance. Nadine on the other hand seemed to be a little depressed after the brief confrontation. It was just like Wavy though to continue from where they left off and talked about his wife and daughter whom he loved so much, somewhat brightening the mood but failing to return it to its carefree nature.
Rosie on the other hand went to look for someone, she had a plan. Upon being assigned to Squad 7 Rosie was okay knowing that none of the dark-hairs were in her Crew, but when she saw that filthy pig walk out of the tank today she knew it was only matter of time before she fucked up and got someone killed and she didn't want that someone to be her. If she could get rid of that Squad Leader though she could get rid of the Darcsen driving the tank. There was only one person with enough gravitas to help make that happen though, her fellow Crew Chief and acquaintance, Largo.
Largo had opted for the privacy of a study room at the farside of the library to spend the night and Rosie made haste to it so she could make her proposal. For some reason Jann was outside like he was trying to listen in on whatever Largo was doing, but she just ignored him and without knocking stormed inside before slamming the door thunderously behind her effectively startling Jann away. Largo was laying down shirtless and with boots off. His head was resting in his hands which were in turn atop his folded uniform as a makeshift pillow.
"I'm sleeping." Largo didn't bother opening his eyes.
"No you're not." She put her SMG against the wall and leaned on it herself with her arms crossed, "I have a plan and I think you want to hear it."
"Doubtful." Largo still didn't move an inch and sounded unimpressed. He had grown tired of Rosie's headstrong personality from the time to time, especially when that time was when he was sleeping.
"You don't like the Squad Leader; you think he's inexperienced. My plan gets rid of him and puts you incharge." She got his eyes to open at this point not realizing that he had a great view of under her skirt.
"He takes orders from Elle, and her I can trust."
"But for how long? Today a reporter from GBS went to him exclusively for an interview and I have word from the CO of Squadron 3 that he adjusted the Captain's orders at the briefing before we marched out. Meaning he has leverage on her and his attitude is going to get worse."
Largo had seen it numerous times in the last war, an inexperienced commander leading troops into a slaughter because of arrogance they collected from early successes.
"Yeah... and what's in it for me? Any mutiny you start could get me into a lot of trouble if they find out I contributed."
"You get the Squad, I already said this!"
"Maybe I don't want the squad. A lotta youngins out there I don't want responsibility for when they die." Grinning his signature grin he looked up at a sexy rose.
"I'm not fucking you!" Working at a pub meant any naivety left in Rosie was lost.
"Don't have to," His grin disappeared, "but it's been a long time since I've had any release and I know that mouth of yours is big. You want me to get most of the Squad on your side and get the Captain to relieve him of his command by making him seem incompetent and sparing us of a court marshall or at worst death for treason, I can do that. This is something I 'know' you can do."
Rosie locked the door and got down to Largo's trousers. The man had yet to move an inch still as she aggressively undid his zipper and belt with a pissed look on her face.
"You better deliver." Rosie took off her gloves, grabbed his flaccid dick and spit on it before stroking.
"With this or with the deal?" Rosie stopped, her eyes piecering his joking look. "...Alright." She continued.
His dick's age and lack of use was taking it a while to get rigid so Rosie swallowed his semi-erect monster to get things moving a little faster. Largo closed his eyes again and imagined a young Elle doing him this favor instead of Rosie, causing his memeber to swell drastically in the redhead's mouth. When he was old enough to join the army Rosie would have been seven and this caused his dick to grow even more as he took a deep breath in attempt to not get too into the latter thought.
"So let's say this all works and I get the squad, would you be willing to do this for me everyday?"
With an audible pop Rosie ceased her sucking, but continued to stroke the older man.
"If that Darcsen filth is gone then it's totally worth it." She went back to going down on his dick after answering, still eager to get this done as quickly as possible.
"Ah- so that's the issue. You used my distrust of the Boss to get things done your way." Largo didn't feel used and was still alright knowing a whole Squadron could be his. "They tend to be bad luck from time to time. The Darcsens, I mean."
Largo wasn't actually putting any effort into trying to last long and Rosie felt his big dick beginning to swell knowing he was close now. She was going to stop and finish him with a handjob but Largo wouldn't have it and forced her head down as far as it would go. It was the first movement the man had committed himself to since he had first gotten to laying down in the private study room.
"Oh no you don't!" Despite Rosie's efforts to push herself away from his throbbing cock she couldn't, and a five year drought was ended down her throat. The volume of sperm was too much for Rosie to swallow and she choked, causing the hot fluid to enter her sinus cavity and escape through her nose, yet it still kept coming. "Aaaaaaa... Alright, you're done."
Largo let go of her head and she pulled off with an uncontrollable cough. The sperm leaking out of her nose landed on her uniform as it slowly but surely soaked into the fabric.
"I'll talk to the lot of 'em tonight." Largo spoke while she caught her breath, "You'll have your mutiny by tomorrow."
Rosie grabbed her gloves and kicked him after getting herself up, not even bothering to put his old junk away before storming out of the room. Little did she know that his seed had left more of a mess than she noticed.
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Author's Note: Finally; I got another review! This gives me an excuse to ramble on these awesome author's notes that I enjoy writing for some reason. A reader, who I'll dub "Big Boob Guy" on the account of him self-proclaiming he was, was kind enough to give his input. Thank you.
Any concerns about me updating more regularly are noted and I don't want to keep any reader that finds enjoyment in my work waiting, but no amount of character limitation will really speed up my progress. I just don't do well in managing already limited time and my field is in STEM, so writing is not a strong point either, this causes the amount of time for me to write these stories to increase dramatically relative to someone who does it all the time. I also blame the recent release of Final Fantasy XV and me finally downloading Wolrd of Warships. Video games consume my life. Lolz
As for Selvaria... Trust me, I'm an engineer. I knew at some point I had to include her seeing how she tends to saturate most hentai and porn sites concerning Valkyria Chronicles along with Alicia. That being said the ideas provided are great, and seeing the direction my drunken self decided to take with Welkin in this part of the chapter I think I can make it work.
As for branching out beyond the first game though it starts geting a little tricky. I have played VC2 and I could start working on how to include characters from that game into this story, I had even considered writing a whole other story for VC2. Unfortunately however, I have not played VC3, and despite me knowing of the Nameless and some of their interactions with Squad 7, I don't have enough confidence to replicate their characters accurately enough. It's already challenging for characters I do know. That being said the challenge is not beyond me, and will be left on the table until I decide for sure. I may include Julianna at the very least... I like her too.
I hope you enjoyed and as always, thank you for reading.
-JPR
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