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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19665 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 7
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Author's Notes:
Helloe again guys, sorry for the long wait. I always find something else to do even though I should work on this project more. In this installment you'll find a lot of the hentai and sex elements near the beginning with more action-y stuff near the end. The action-y parts obvioucly still include some hints of an erotic fanfic as my usual spice.
Largo's Passionn was a pretty interesting report in the game, and I assume if you're here then you know what happens, so I spare you guys his riduculously grin inducing rant and focus more on the other parts. You'll find my full author's notes here:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/#comment-406096
Which I encourage you to read for readings sake, and the link includes responses for reviews. Without further ado I present, "Report 02: Largo's Passion"
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April 30, 1935 – 0700 Hours, Welkin’s Office
Squadron Seven 42 + CO
                CO: 2Lt Welkin Gunther
                NCO: Sgt Alicia Melchiott
Special: 1 Commissionable Tank
[Edelweiss]
Crew:     2Lt Welkin Gunther
                Cpl Isara Gunther
Support Infantry 40
1st Crew Chief: Sgt Largo Potter [L]
                Pvt Jann "Uncle J" Walker [L]
                Pvt Walter "Chef" Nash [L]
                Pvt Hannes "Neanderthal" Salinger [ST]
                Pvt Coby "Gramps" Caird [ST]
                Pvt Freesia "Cold Feet" York [Sc]
                Pvt Montley "Fleet Feet" Leonard [Sc]**
                Pvt Musaad "Mole" Mayfield [Sc]**
                Pvt Claudia "Black Cat" Mann [E]
                Cpl Gina "Medic" Sellers [M]
2nd Crew Chief: Cpl Brigette "Rosie" Stark [ST]
                Pvt Cherry Stijnen [Sc]
                Pvt Ramona Linton [Sc]
                Pvt Edy Nelson [ST]
                Pvt Salinas Milton [ST]
                Pvt Jane Turner [ST]
                Pvt Nina Streiss [ST]**
                Pvt Theold Bohr [L]**
                Pvt Dallas Wyatt [E]
                Cpl Mina “Medic” Sellers [M]
3rd Crew Chief: Cpl Juno Coren [Sc]
                Pvt Susie Evans [Sc]
                Pvt Wavy [Sc]
                Pvt Elysse Moore [L]**
                Pvt Aisha Neumann [ST]
                Pvt Dorothy Howard [ST]**
                Pvt Mica Hawkins [ST]**
                Pvt Oscar Bielert [S]
                Pvt Homer Peron [E]
                Pvt Ramsey Clement [E]**
4th Crew Chief: Cpl Catherine O'Hara [S]
                Pvt Aika Thompson [Sc]
                Pvt Ted "Joker" Ustinov [Sc]**
                Pvt Vyse Inglebard [ST]
                Pvt Alex "Bird" Raymond [ST]**
                Pvt Cezary Regard [S]
                Pvt Marina Wulfsan [S]
                Pvt Karl Landsaat [E]
                Pvt Nadine [E]
                Cpl Fina “Medic” Sellers [M]
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While Squad 7 had been away fighting in Vasel, Command had been continuing its own operation of filling in the growing gaps of military personnel to counter the heavy loses to the Empire and Squad 7 was no exception. Squad 7 had gone into Vasel with only sixty percent of its operational capacity and the new members that arrived at Fort Amatriain while it was away put it at eighty percent from its goal. Early this morning, Alicia and sevearl others walked into his office and reported in before he got to look at the new roster that Alicia had prepared for him. Theold had to shift a crew over in order to accommodate the new recruits, but it was not a great concern so long as they could reach their maximum potential as a military unit. Welkin was trying not to make it obvious that Rosie was currently under his desk giving him a blowjob while he mused over the new names that some of his squad had been assigned and couldn’t help but notice the unusual concentration of nicknames in Largo’s Crew.
“I see you decorated some of our members with new names.” Welkin smiled at Alicia who stood directly in front of his desk oblivious to the sexual pleasure he was receiving from Rosie, as was everyone else in the room.
“Yes.” Alicia looked somewhat annoyed from the fact however, “It seems Largo got to a few of the new recruits and christened them and all of his crew with new names which he insisted I include while typing this up.”
Welkin laughed at the developments that Alicia described and promised himself silently that he would put the effort into memorizing all of the new nicknames as well as try to think of a few that would fit particular members of the squad.
“Well, it’s no big deal. It’s good to see a little camaraderie in the Squad after the fiasco at Vasel.” Welkin could’ve sworn at mentioning Vasel Rosie almost choked on his dick. The audible gag was heard, but no one really gave it any mind except Alicia, who tried to locate the source of the noise. Welkin was quick to continue business as normal though.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Mayfield. My dad spoke highly of your service in the previous war.” Welkin was speaking to Musaad Mayfield. He was a vet of the last war and a fellow citizen of Bruhl that managed to escape from the clutches of the Empire before it was too late.
“I’m amazed you remember me, Lieutenant. An old war vet like me ain’t ever out much, and I haven’t been since your father’s passing.” Musaad was a good friend of the Gunther household and used to visit often when Belgen was still alive. After Belgen’s death though he went to living a life of solitude in an already rural and isolated town.
“You know you’re welcome any time and I look forward to working with you.” Welkin turned his head toward Alicia now that she had seemingly gave up on finding the source of gagging while convincing herself it was just her imagination. “You’re dismissed.”
Alicia tilted her head to one side while pondering Welkin’s lack of formality. It’s true that he was never one to fully commit to the book when it came to being in charge, but with every other occasion involving dismissal he was at least prudent enough to stand up like most other people. She found it strange that he didn’t even come out of his seat at least once during this entire session. Seeing how it was technically a day off for the Squad though she chose to just go along with it turning about and dismissing herself and the new members from Welkin’s office. It wasn’t even a few moments after the door closed when Rosie finally got him to cum into her mouth as she savored every drop trying not to let it spill on the trousers of the well-dressed officer. A loud groan escaped Welkin’s lips finally happy that he could let out after a half hour of skilled fellatio from Rosie and trying to act composed enough to conduct the reporting in of half a dozen new members into his squad. Rosie had a hard time managing the torrents of sperm escaping Welkin and she gagged a second time causing the white fluid to enter her nasal cavity spill from her nose. It was seconds after Welkin had completed his release when she excused herself from under his desk and leaned her plump ass on it with her arms crossed but made sure not to look displeased in the slightest.
“Does this conclude my ‘Punishment’ for mutiny?” Rosie was still naked from their exchange of pleasure last night and her back a little itchy from the dried lake of sperm that Welkin plashed on her nude form while Varrot enjoyed the show.
“Why do I feel like the last thirty minutes was me being punished?” Welkin got up from his seat and stowed away his semi-erect dick in front of the nude redhead.
“I had to get back at you somehow.”
“Right… Just make sure to look displeased when you go back to the barracks. I think the next thing on your crewmate’s list was to spank you for insubordination.” As Welkin was saying this he realized there was an extra manila folder on his desk and walked around to grab it. Meanwhile Rosie was trying to discern who it was filing complaints to Welkin about her, immediately concluding that Salinas had to be the source since the demands were more on a kinky level.
Welkin opened the folder and skimmed its contents realizing it was orders from Varrot and a note with her handwriting saying to meet in her office at 0700 hours this morning. Welkin looked casually at his watch and suddenly his student-like instincts kicked in as if he were late for a very important lecture at the university.
“Yes! We’re done! You’re dismissed!” Welkin grabbed a suitcase he kept at the side of his desk and booked it out into the hall.
“Wait! What the Hell!” Rosie was surprised about the sudden action of her commander as he left without so much as blinking and realizing that she was left with her still soiled uniform to walk back to the barracks. Not wanting to make it obvious that she hadn’t washed or spent the night with the commander specifically she stole a white button-up shirt of his and just put on her skirt and boots to make it look like she had just gotten up.
“I swear that kid is crazy. But at least he’s a good lay.” Rosie left the room.

Welkin was running down the hall fast enough to catch up to the new squad members and Alicia along the way as he navigated his way through the Junior Officer Quarters in an effort to make it to Varrot’s office as soon as possible. There was some confusion by the recently admitted members and Alicia in particular as the usually calm Welkin looked like he had just discovered a new bug as he ran excitedly past them but not before giving some orders to Alicia.
“Alicia! I need you to find my sister and all the Crew Chiefs and have them convened in CR 1077 for a meeting!” Alicia was caught off guard by the sudden request and realized immediately just how impossible a task that seemed.
“But it’s our day off, and everyone is likely to be scattered around Amatriain by now.”
“Sorry!” Welkin turned back to the distressed NCO with apologetic eyes but it did not stop him from continuing his run to Varrot’s office, so he just yelled louder, no doubt to the displeasure of every other officer living on this wing. “I need you to get on it ASAP!”
As quickly as the sprinting lieutenant appeared he disappeared down the hall. Alicia was somewhat aggravated by the fact that he showed that display in front of new squad members, and she was beginning to put the blame on him for the reason why the situation escalated the way it did in Vasel when it seemed obvious how disorganized their own squad commander was.
“Ugh!!” Alicia put her hands in her hair and pulled furiously at the thought. One of the more amused new members of the squad was Ted Ustinov and he chuckled under the commotion of a frustrated Alicia.

//AN: I’m not sure now is the “right” time to get to that VarrotxWelkin fantasy y’all have been asking for, but the opportunity presented itself so I figured what the hell, why not? Although I figure Varrot for a strong woman, it’s been Welkin leading his own way so far so I stuck with the trend.
Upon arriving at Varrot’s office Welkin was panting from the run of trying to get there at a moment’s notice. He stopped just outside the door to catch his breath and straighten his uniform before looking at his watch and reading the time. 0712 hours, he was late. Before any more minutes passed he raised a fist and knocked politely on the door and awaited a response.
“Come in.” The contralto of Varrot’s voice echoed smoothly through the oak door and without hesitation Welkin opened a portal to a much grander office than his own with more lavish furniture and décor. All along the walls were portraits and paintings of historical battles and leaders that served Gallia at one time or another and a very familiar painting of Gallians crossing the Vasel River on primitive boats during the Gallian War of Independence pushing aside blocks of ice with their oars. This extravagant display of art was accompanied by a vast arrangement of books that included titles for all ages and walks of life.
“It’s unlike you to run late, Lieutenant. Were you up later than I assumed?” Varrot stood behind her desk looking intently out the window of her office which shown a brilliant view of Amatriain’s drill grounds and people communing down below. The silhouette of her curvaceous body and the tight dress uniform hugging it shone radiantly from the light of the morning sun as thoughts of Welkin staying up fucking the redheaded Crew Chief of his squad all night rang through her head. The very thought was enough to get her to shiver and she promptly turned to face her visitor to conceal her physical reaction.
“I apologize, Captain. I had just enough time to skim the contents of the OPORDER before making my way to your office.” Welkin snapped to attention in front of the Captain’s desk since he was not offered a seat, but he had no idea this was done purposely by Varrot to get an opportunity to exert her power on him. Suddenly she was beginning to feel like the pervy male officers that promoted whichever female would give him the most sexual pleasure.
“No apologies are necessary Lieutenant. Allow me to brief you on the operation.” Varrot began telling Welkin more or less the same thing the Division Commander told her beginning with the success at Vasel and how the headlines involving Squad 7 and the Militia angered General Damon. It wasn’t long before she was getting to the point of the operation and its goal. During the briefing Varrot had been pacing around the stationary Lieutenant and it wasn’t long before she was directly in front of him merely inches from his face as the briefing concluded.
“Unfortunately,” Varrot could feel his breath and was sure he could feel hers too. “This operation falls solely on the shoulders of Squad 7 and no external support is to be granted.” She was only about an inch and half shorter than the young lieutenant, but her breathing grew deeper during this short pause from the proximity at which they stood.
She was waiting for him. She was waiting for him to take her as his own like the women she had seen him with. To force her back onto her desk and claim her as his own in the same animalistic fashion that her lover Frederic used to do when he claimed her like a wolf on a bitch in the muddy trenches of EWI at the plains of Naggiar. Her pussy was already drowning itself in the juices that soaked the panties under the skirt of her dress uniform and she was praying that the scent of a ready woman would get him going, praying that he would impregnate her aged but still fertile womb in the very confines of her office. Varrot’s heart fought to break from her chest as she imagined herself a hostess of the Gunther seed as she did often before Frederic and she became intimate during the first war. A vain fantasy she pleasured herself with while contemplating a nonexistent future of her birthing the bastard child of the famed Belgen Gunther in his home and in front of his wife. The pause after her briefing however was short lived.
“I understand, Captain.” His tone was calm and unsuspecting much to the disappointment of Varrot, but he did not flinch from their proximity and motioned to the briefcase he carried, “But there was a question or two I had about the OPORDER.”
“Very well...” Varrot had no qualms to prolonging this situation, but was taken aback from what happened next. With very little room between the two, Welkin took a small step forward closing the distance even more and with very little time to grasp his intentions Varrot took a small step back just for him to close the distance again. This continued as he spoke.
“It’s come to my attention that yesterday evening there was no manila folder on my desk before I decided to turn in for the night, so I’m curious as to when you found it convenient to drop off these orders in my office.” Welkin continued to make Varrot back up little by little but his voice stayed strictly casual and not as aggressive as Varrot was imagining.
“I-It was late when I was told about the operation… and I didn’t want to wake you.” The ever intimidating Varrot was having a hard time keeping eye contact and even struggling with her words as Welkin kept the distance between them short. His sexual needs not having been completely satisfied after a long time in Vasel caused him to approach his superior in a fashion he wouldn’t normally do, but that was before he caught her watching, even she was hoping he wouldn’t stop on his course despite her gradual steps back.
“Then that would mean I had two visitors last night, Captain. I was doing something with one on my bed… and the other one was watching.” Without the Captain noticing, Welkin had taken out the manila folder that housed the operation order, and he held it up beside him for her to see just as her firm ass was stopped by the desk in the room. The folder was stained with what looked like some fluid. It was evident to Varrot that despite her effort to hide that voyeuristic nature in her she still got caught and now she was pinned by the catalyst of her desires against the desk of her office. “And I know these aren’t coffee stains.”
“Y… new… me…” Varrot was blushed from having been figured out so easily, but was excited that this desire of hers may just be satisfied this morning. Her initially soft voice made for a confused Welkin though.
“What was that, Captain?” Upon his inquiry the will of Varrot returned and she slapped the manila folder he was holding out of his hand leaving its contents to fall to the floor. The sudden aggression made it Welkin’s turn to be taken aback and for a moment thought he had angered the Captain until her new resolve allowed her to make eye contact again and with just her look made her next demand obvious.
“You have new orders, Lieutenant! Fuck me!”
There was not a second of hesitation for either of them. Varrot’s skirt was knee length and far too conservative Welkin’s awoken member and he rode the skirt to her waist revealing the black garter belt laces that held her thigh high stockings in place. After assuring he could fit between her spread legs without ripping her skirt he mounted her atop her desk and they dove violently in a passionate kiss while Varrot undid her bun releasing her surprisingly long ebony hair that shined in the sun’s morning hue. Welkin thrust his clothed and erect dick against the wet spot of Varrot’s black panties allowing her to feel the sheer size of his recently sucked cock on her pussy lips and earning Welkin a shiver from her anticipating body.
They ripped each other from their succulent lips and got to work at disrobing each other which was only expected given the occasion. Varrot pulled the jacket of the young lieutenant off his back and when she undid the last button of his shirt placed bother her hands on his muscular chest and relished in the sensation of a young capable man’s body as gravity did its work and gradually dropped her hands onto his abs and towards his groin. Likewise Welkin undid the vest and shirt of her dress uniform and exposed a pair of large breast held in captivity by a black lacy bra to match the matured woman’s panties. Rather than rip the expensive looking bra off he folded opted to fold it under her tits to release the massive mammary glands from their prison and tasted the succulent breasts for himself.
Varrot was overwhelmed by the sensation and arched backwards using one arm for support and using the other to encourage the Lieutenant’s indiscriminate onslaught of her breasts. Welkin embraced the Captain then grabbed one of her nipples with his teeth and bit down softly making a loud moan of pleasure to get the better of Varrot’s disciplined mouth. All the while he continued to trust his rigid cock against her pussy through the fabric of both their cloths. Finally getting tired of this prolonged foreplay Varrot pulled the fabric of her panties aside to expose the juicy snatch of a woman that hadn’t been used by a man in eighteen years.
“You’re orders were to fuck me, Lieutenant!” Welkin undid his own belt and dropped his trousers before stuffing his rod in one clean and fluid stroke inside the depths of her tight and contracting pussy. It had been so long, both in time and the physical length of Welkin’s cock, that the mere entrance of it caused the Captain to shudder from the intense orgasm his dick brought her. Her pussy was working so hard to milk him that even he almost reached his edge and he would’ve if Rosie hadn’t taken care of his first load just before the meeting.
“Oooh-ugh! The Valkyrurs!” Varrot managed to form coherent words again after her body started to come down from her orgasm. She was even more impressed that Welkin had held on to his seed despite her attempt to get him to unload in her. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her hands arms around his neck before licking the insides of Welkin’s moth with her tongue.
Seeing she was ready to continue Welkin began to work his thrusts as usual trying hard with each one to re-penetrate her small hole. It wasn’t long before the flow of things caught on between them and with each thrust of Welkin’s Varrot answered in kind as they kissed each other’s bodies. The power behind each of them was enough to get the heavy oak desk they were fucking on to move slightly closer the window behind with each successive pounding. Conscious to the commotion they were making, they silently agreed between their grunts and moans to move off the desk. Welkin picked up his well-endowed Captain and walked her to the window of her office without him ever leaving her blissful baby maker. However, upon reaching the glass that kindly illuminated the beautiful turquoise eyes of Varrot, Welkin pulled out of her dripping cunt and turned her around before ramming himself back into the Captain from behind.
For a second the sensation of emptiness being stuffed to the brim by a young man’s cock brought Varrot over the edge and she came against the large window of her office for all to see. The juiced of her snatch spilled audibly on the floor and this time Welkin didn’t wait for her to finish but instead went straight to fucking her spasming pussy to distract himself from the heavenly dick massage brought forth by her. Welkin pushed on Eleanor’s upper back so that her large breasts were flat against the window of the office which faced the drilling grounds from the fourth story and pulled on the long black hair of Varrot as he pounded the entrance to her womb with his throbbing member.
Before meeting Welkin there were two things that Eleanor had never considered herself; the first thing was a voyeur, until she found the pleasure in watching a man take another woman, and the other was an exhibitionist. At this very moment though Welkin was forcing her defiled form to be presented to all the unsuspecting soldiers of Fort Amatriain and it was almost too much for her. He was ready, she could feel his dick shockingly expanding within her and at that moment there was nothing she wanted more than for the whole world to witness her cervix and her fertile egg be penetrated by the sperm of a Gunther.
“Inside! –Come inside me!” She fought to get words out from her pleasurable state, “Impregnate me you bastard!”
Her demands to his most basic of primal instincts was exactly what got him over the edge, but despite Welkin’s healthy sex life the last girl to house his seed in their womb was Susie on their affair three years ago, and he was not going to end that streak now regardless of the will telling him to listen to his Captain. He pulled out at the last second and splattered his seed all over the clean glass of the office and fell back to lean on the oak desk behind him. Eleanor was sure that leaving such fine seed on the window was a waste and licked up the mess clean of streaks and swallowed every last drop before her senses kicked in again and stood up with composure, they both did.
In what was a deafening silence relative to the experience they shared, they got to work dressing each other just as they had undressed each other. Welkin fixed Varrot’s panties and pulled her skirt back down before she helped tuck in his short and redid his tie. The scene was reminiscent of two professionals concluding a very successful business meeting if fucking was the norm. As Varrot diligently redressed the fine man back into an exceptional state so too did Welkin as he fixed the shirt and vest of her dress uniform back to appropriation after fixing her lacy bra. It was a discreet and unspoken agreement between two military officers; they would never speak of this with anyone, but make it a regular occurrence all the same. They helped each other collect Welkin’s dropped paperwork and returned it to his suitcase. In both their minds, again in their silent conversation, Varrot realized that she had not earned Welkin’s seed this time, but another time she could. Welkin went back to attention and Varrot stood mere inches from his face as before then cleared her throat.
“I assume you understand the seriousness and complexity of this operation, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, Captain. I’ll see to completing it at once.”
“Very well, you’re dismissed.” Welkin grabbed his suitcase with the relevant paperwork stowed and left from Varrot’s office.
Varrot made haste to the window to convince herself that no one was able to see her exchange with Welkin moments ago and sighed in relief after she was sure they were in the clear. There was a soft reflection of her in the glass of the window and she saw her hair was still down. She grabbed what she needed and expertly proceeded to putting it back into a bun not blaming Welkin for not knowing how to dress that particular part of her body.
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0827 Hours – 7^th Squadron Barracks
After a short discussion with the new members about which squad they were assigned, Alicia got to the request of finding each of the Crew Chiefs of the squad figuring the easiest should be set for last and that the Barracks were probably the best place to start. Unfortunately for Alicia however the barracks at this time of day were mostly barren. One of the curses of military duty is the uncanny knack for waking up precisely when you don’t want to, especially for a Squad that just came back from a battlefield deployment where any moments rest was risking your life. Plus breakfast was free and at 0730; nobody wanted to miss that. Although relatively sparse there were still a couple of souls resting so the barracks were quiet save for the sound of running water from the showers of the latrines. Since no one still in bed were what Alicia was looking for she thought to check the latrine.
Upon entering the latrine is a unisex locker room for people to change out of their uniforms while on their way to shower. Inside the locker room was a pair of entrances on opposite sides to either the male or female bathrooms, inside them was the usual stalled toilet layout with open showers much to the dismay of those that cherished privacy. Alicia walked by couple of changing individuals while in the locker room and on route to the female bathroom to see if any of the three female Crew Chiefs happened to be taking a shower at the time.
“I’d like to build the world a home and furnish it with lo-!” Edy was no doubt singing in the shower again.
“Would you, shut up?!” Rosie was taking a shower with a couple of her crewmates; more specifically Cherry, who she seemed really found of, and the tone deaf Edy, who she wasn’t as fond of despite her caring attitude towards most of the younger squad mates. Alicia approached as close as she could to the showers without getting water to splash on her.
“Hey, Rosie. Have you seen any of the other Crew Chiefs by chance?” Rosie turned around to face the new addition to the showers.
“No, I just got here. Why?”
“You just got here?” Alicia wasn’t sure what she meant by that since she assumed Rosie had just gotten up to take a shower.
“I- uh… Went for a run this morning. When I got back the barracks were mostly empty.”
“Oh. Well Welkin wants the Squad leadership to meet in CR 1077.”
“When?”
Shit! Alicia was searching her mind to try and remember if he had given her a specific time or not, but she was almost certain he hadn’t. So she made up a reasonable time that would fit his seemingly hurried rush earlier this morning.
“Noon…I guess.”
“All right, I’ll be there.” Rosie turned back to the shower and started shampooing her hair. Alicia was a little surprised by her good behavior given her initial disdain for everything back at Vasel, but she just assumed she caught her in a good mood.
“Is there any chance Largo is taking shower right now?” Alicia thought to ask instead of walking in on a young squad mate washing his dick extra carefully.
“That big guy? Nah. There’s not a chance he’ll miss breakfast by sleeping in late.”
“All right, thanks!” Alicia was happy to take Rosie’s word since she didn’t want to walk into the male bathroom any more than she had too. She had done it a few times already since becoming Squad 7’s NCO and the feeling never quite settled with her. She happily walked out the bathroom and the barracks to find the next member on her list, Largo himself.
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0918 Hours – Amatriain Drill Grounds
After her brief conversation with Rosie, Alicia made her way around Fort Amatriain to find Largo, and just like Largo all she had to do was follow the commotion in order to pinpoint his location. As Alicia approached the drill grounds she noticed a number of Faldio’s squad present with Largo’s crew, she found it odd that they were just standing around on the freshly cut grass until she caught eye of a very familiar set up; they were playing baseball. Largo’s crew was on the offense with bases loaded and Freesia was stepping up to bat as Alicia navigated the small crowd of spectators. It didn’t take long to find Largo.
//AN: I have no canonical proof that Gallians play baseball, but as an American who loves the sport I found it hard to resist. Also I figure Valkyria Chronicles is Japanese and a lot them are fond of the sport from my understanding.
“Freesia! If you get cold feet on this one then you’ll forever be remembered by it!” Largo was at third base and obviously pretty hell bent on winning. There wasn’t any scoreboard so Alicia had no idea what the inning was or if Largo’s crew happened to be winning, but that wasn’t her concern. Freesia on the other hand could feel the pressure. She was aware two outs were already against their team and now the only way to match the game was to make this hit, but she didn’t like the name ‘Cold Feet’ either. Walter was on second and Montley on first.
“Come on just hit the ball. How hard can it be?” Freesia was whispering to herself among the sporadic cheers while preparing to take position. She took a deep breath and awaited the incoming fastball, but she wasn’t sure she could tell the difference between what kinds of pitch it was, leave that to the umpire. When the first ball flew racing at her she swung and missed by a mile.
“Fuck me!” Freesia slammed the bat on the ground.
“I mean…If I’m pitching and you’re receiving…” The catcher on Squad 1’s team had been making wise cracks the whole game and certainly didn’t mind looking at the asses of the few female members of Largo’s crew.
“I’ll catch some of yours if you help me score.” With a quick wink that was almost instinctual for Freesia she got a nod from the pitcher as he tossed the ball back to the pitcher. Freesia prepped herself for another pitch sure she would this one and swayed her butt to give the catcher a show.
“It’s going to be a curveball, don’t swing.” The catcher was trying to keep his end of the bargain if it truly meant a night with the tanned and well-built beauty in front of him. Unfortunately though Freesia was too focused on hitting the ball to care and swung again.
“Ugh…” Freesia sighed knowing full well that was her fault.
“So…we still doing this later?” The catcher was genuinely serious.
“No, you failed to help me.”
“You failed to listen!”
“A shame, isn’t it?” As if the two outs earlier weren’t enough, and now there were two strikes to add to it.
“I swear to the Vakyrur, kid; if you mess this up…” Largo mumbled to himself with the entirety of his palm on his face while shaking his head. This wasn’t just about bragging rights, but the 1000 ducats (AN: Adjust for inflation. Lolz) on the line if his crew lost, and Largo was too soft on them to make them pay a portion, it would all be from his wallet. It’s not as though he could blame anyone else though, he didn’t tell anyone about the bet.
Alicia stood with the crowd so she could catch Largo when this half of the inning was over; she wasn’t particularly impatient either seeing how it was probably going to end soon with Freesia’s poor batting skills. Some of the spectators were heckling Freesia for her performance this inning without knowing that she doesn’t didn’t do well with pressure. Freesia was sure that this new name of hers, ‘Cold Feet,’ was something she disliked a lot more and readied herself for the next pitch with a glare in her eyes that seemed to intimidate the pitcher for Squad 1, a sharp shooter by the name of Ramal Valt.
He threw a fastball at insurmountable speeds and time froze for the Dancer of the Sands as she tracked the ball with an inhuman accuracy while it approached home base at a trajectory almost parallel to the ground. Beginning her swing there was a drop of sweat that fell from her forehead racing to the floor, but before the droplet of her musk could reach the ground she struck the ball with all her might and the bat broke on contact. Freesia booked it to first not bothering to see where the ball went while the members of Squad 1 searched frantically against the morning sun to locate the ball while Valt was just quick enough to dodge the debris of the shattered bat.
By the time anyone saw the ball escape the grasps of every member on the team, Largo was already safe and Walter was already rounding third with Montley on his heels. Freesia was forcing her legs to move faster than she ever had, even during life or death situations back at Vasel as she raced for second, but even then she was running out of time. The right fielder obtained the ball and tried to cover the distance with his throw and it was looking bad for Freesia’s successful run to home. By the time she reached third Largo was yelling for her to stop there, but she kept up her speed and ran towards home as the adrenaline of the game was racing through her veins. The first baseman threw his recently caught ball to the catcher who was anticipating his pass. It was going to be close.
Freesia got herself ready for the dive as she saw the ball coming towards the catcher from her periphery and launched herself into the base trying to get to it before him. The seconds that passed were everything and would decide the outcome of the entire game, luckily for Freesia, she had already bought the catcher and he didn’t quite react as quickly as he could.
“Safe!” An umpire, who was a member of 3^rd Squadron, was the one who made the final call. It just so happened it was the bottom of the ninth and Largo’s crew was down three points, but the stunt Freesia pulled was what won them the game; that, and a charmed catcher.
Largo’s crew rushed the desert beauty and showered her with praise due to her heroic efforts in winning them the game. For the mostly testosterone excreting squad it was a cinch to lift Freesia from the ground and toss her around a bit as a means to celebrate the close game as well as the extra 1000 ducats in Largo’s pocket.
“Will you guys stop calling me Cold Feet, now?” Freesia was shouting over the squad and the applause from the spectators trying to kill time.
“Hell no!” Largo was quick to respond with usual bravado, “Dancer of the Sands is way too damn long.” It was then that Alicia pulled Largo’s uniform to get his attention over the rowdy crowd.
“Largo! There’s a meeting today at noon in CR 1077. Welkin made it seem importatnt.”
“The Boss-man scheduled a meeting during lunch?!” Alicia had scheduled the meeting, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Yes. Congrats on your win by the way.”
“Thanks. All right, I’ll be there. I won’t be happy about missing lunch though.”
“I understand.” Alicia criticized herself for not realizing sooner that she had scheduled the meeting during lunch. It was already done though and set out to find the next Crew Chief on her list, Juno. She usually spent her free time reading books near the infirmary of the base so that is where Alicia walked.
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0948 Hours – Amatriain Infirmary
The infirmary of Amatriain was specifically there for those that got wounded or hurt on the Fort, so there was no actual war casualties here unless they absolutely needed to be. Even so Susie went there whenever she had free time to help the injured bandage their wounds with the okay of the Doctor and other medical staff. Dr. Campbell was an elderly man that didn’t seem to mind the young company of Susie or anyone else with good looks that walked into his infirmary whether it was to help or just avoid the noise of the fort. So it was only natural that Juno came here despite the Doctor lecherous glares to read up on her field of microbiology. However, today was different than most others. Juno wasn’t reading her books, but instead repeatedly skimmed the contents of the new roster. No matter how one looked at it, it was obvious that the majority of the new recruits were placed in her crew and she couldn’t help but think it was because Welkin had lost some trust in her after her stunt at Vasel that cost her hearing for a few days.
Juno had known Welkin really well over the course of the past two years and she had done well to respect him as an upperclassmen and a commander. Somewhere along the road she had developed feelings for him that she was never able to share despite her writing him a letter that culminated her feelings into words. Back in Vasel she had gotten careless and tried to impress Welkin with her prowess in battle before ultimately having a close call with an artillery shell. Her will to impress the man she loved had only served to belittle her in his eyes, or so she thought. As a result he rigged the roster to give her extra protection that she didn’t really need. Of course it was completely unbeknownst to Juno that Alicia was actually the one who finalized the roster.
“Hey, Susie!” Alicia walked into the infirmary and greeted her hometown friend.
“Alicia? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Susie rushed to her friend worried that she might have come to the infirmary due to some unforeseen circumstance.
“No. Actually I was looking for Juno. Did she stop by today?”
“Oh, thank goodness. Yes. She’s at her usual desk reading. Would you like some water?” Susie being the ever kind person she was offered her friend a glass of cold water after noting the temperature outside.
“No. I’m sorry. I just came here to drop off some news; I still have more places to run after this.”
Overhearing the exchange Juno didn’t wait for Alicia to come to her but instead got up meet her, she had a feeling that whatever she was here for involved Welkin.
“You came for me?” Juno was faking a smile still letting the roster bother her as she awaited the news from Alicia.
“The Commander is asking for all the crew chiefs to convene by noon in CR 1077, can you make it?”
Juno pondered the topic of the meeting as well as its unusual timing; it was just yesterday that Welkin said the next couple of days would be off for the entirety of Squad 7. Either way it seemed like a good opportunity for her to confront her crush about the new composition of the squad and see if her suspicions were aimed accurately. Juno looked attentively at Alicia much to the Sergeant’s discomfort; however whatever Juno was thinking while leering at the woman before was a secret within her own mind.
“By noon?” Juno broke the silence finally and Alicia took the awkward period as an intellectual thinking hard about their schedule, “I can make it. Did Welkin say what the meeting was about?”
“No. But he did make seem very urgent this morning after storming out of his Quarters.”
“His quarters?” Juno was legitimately surprised. What was Alicia doing with Welkin in his quarters when he stormed out? This created a misunderstanding for Juno, who was pretty sure Welkin liked blondes almost exclusively based on her time around him in college.
“Yeah, but I didn’t get the chance to ask him.” Alicia of course didn’t realize she created any misunderstanding and was still focused on her task, “Anyways, I need to go. Send a runner if you’ll be late.”
“I won’t.” Juno’s last remark may have unintentionally came off as aggressive, but luckily Alicia paid no mind as she sought the next target of her mission, Catherine O’Hara.
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1036 Hours – Amatriain Armory
Catherine was a special breed of soldier whose mind rarely ever wandered too far from the battlefield and as a result spent a lot of time in the Armory to examine shipments of new bullets to help discard any that may have come across a manufacturing error. Plus it was very much like her to feel more comfortable around a stock of loaded guns after her experiences in the first war and lives that were lost as a result of it. So in light of her experiences Catherine was never really far from one of her comrades and still had her moments when she thought too long about the past or just war in general. Despite her being drawn to the prospect of it all she was not afraid of anything more than losing those around her, not again anyways.
Catherine wasn’t alone in the Armory; Marina was sleeping at the table Catherine was sitting at to look through every bullet. It was a painfully tedious job for most, but for many that had experience it was also a task that could save a life and that was Catherine’s main concern. During the day many people go in and out of the Armory, but today it was slow on the account of 2^nd Armored having an off day after leaving Vasel and everyone in the unit was just waiting for orders to move out again. Even Catherine and Marina had the coats to their uniforms off revealing the black regulation long-sleeved turtle-necked shirts that were worn underneath.
“Are you actually sleeping, or are you just avoiding the job?” Asked Catherine, it was her suspicion that Marina didn’t want to have to examine every bullet with Catherine. As if to confirm her suspicion all Marina did was shift her head a little on her arms signaling she was indeed awake.
“I don’t think I was much different than you during the first war, wondering why anyone had to do this when there was already somebody supposedly doing it at the GNA. I don’t think I even bothered to check my…” Catherine stopped talking and checking the bullets in the crates momentarily catching the attention of the still feigning Marina.
This happened often to Catherine, at least more often than she liked to let her comrades see, but those that were often close to her could just see it in her character whenever flashbacks of the trenches at Naggiar started to forcibly invade her mind. Marina wouldn’t claim for a second that she was close to her Crew Chief, but she was always dragged around by her wherever she went and Marina usually bit her lip realizing just how important it was for Catherine to have someone close by. Marina pulled her head up and stared at her silent crewmate to assure she was okay, but even this was unnoticed by the shell-shocked sniper of the fourth crew of Squad 7. Without saying a word Marina just started to go through the bullets like Catherine was just moments ago and eventually the sound of brass colliding into the approved bullet crate brought the Crew Chief back to her senses. She was genuinely impressed that Marina had decided to help out anyways, especially when considering her usually stand-offish personality. The two looked through bullets for a while before Alicia arrived.
“Hello, Catherine, Marina.” Alicia was relieved that she had finally found Catherine somewhere on the Fort. Of course she had figured that the hardest person to find would be a sniper. “Catherine, there is going to be a squad meeting today at noon.”
“In CR 1077, yes? I’m aware, and will be there after this.”
“You knew?” Alicia was amazed, and was unsure just how she was informed about the meeting with everyone being so spread out today.
“Yes. Mr. Ustinov approached Miss Wulfstan here only to be scared away by her friendly glare.” Marina hadn’t meant for it to be friendly at all, but rather to just that, scare a loud individual away, “But not before mentioning an interesting morning concerning you and Mr. Gunther; As well as meeting.”
“Oh…Okay. I guess that settles it. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”
“Not at all, you’re welcome to join us.” Catherine was always known for being friendly to those in the Squad.
“Sorry, but I still have one other to tell about the meeting.”
“Very well.”
Alicia hastily walked out of the Armory relieved she was able to escape looking at bullets for an hour by remembering to leave the easiest individual on Welkin’s list of attendees for last, Isara; who was obviously in or around the Edelweiss.
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1102 Hours – Amatriain R&D Hangar
Isara was in the R&D Hangar completing the final touches of a new metal skirt around the perimeters of the most exposed armor of the Edelweiss for extra protection in case the tank becomes exposed. There were rumors around the R&D facility that the next area of deployment for the 2^nd Armored would be in Kloden, which would only serve as an obstacle for the Edelweiss when it came to avoiding ambushes. Upon hearing such rumors Isara recruited the aid of Kreis and Leon to quickly mount the Edelweiss with this new protection as well as advised others in the Hangar to do the same in case the rumors were true. After all it was easier to dismount the skirt than put it on so if the rumors were false it wouldn’t be much more work. Isara had also considered asking Salinas for help too, she learned in Vasel that he would be willing to do any work so long as it meant being around tanks, but if equipping the wading kit at Vasel told Isara anything it would also mean trying not to look at his continuous erection during the process.
Kreis and Leon departed the Edelweiss section of the Hangar to help others with the skirts and Isara wiped a accumulation of sweat above her brow, despite the current rain spell it only took a couple of days for the heat to return, and all the welding occurring in the hangar didn’t help. As a result Isara did her usual trick of removing her boots and stockings as well as her uniform jacket with only a sweaty white shirt underneath her shawl. She usually removed that too inside of the Edelweiss but during the day when everyone was working she refrained from exposing that much more of her body. Isara didn’t know herself, but Kreis in particular was fond of working with her because of her somewhat disrobed appearance when under the hood. Leon on the other hand just liked working and was too talkative to even notice a Darcsen beauty even if she happened to be just wearing a shawl and skirt. In fact there was once that Leon had stayed late to work without Isara’s knowledge and looked into the Edelweiss where she was only wearing her signature shawl and skirt, but he only did so to say good bye and any embarrassment Isara felt shimmered when she realized he didn’t even notice.
Isara went to a jug of water she kept near her workstation and removed her gloves to wash her face, it wasn’t even afternoon and the day was reaching the suspected high. There was no mirror so it was hard to tell if she was indeed removing and oil or dust that may have rested on her face but she wasn’t too concerned. When she felt enough water was used she reached out to grab her towel and Alicia handed it to her just as she arrived in the hangar.
“Oh,” Isara was thankful of the gesture, “Thanks, Alicia.”
“It’s no problem,” Alicia took a step back to see the new Edelweiss in all its glory, “I see you’ve been busy.”
“You like it?! We’re trying to get this set up for everyone in the Division, it’ll really help if the rumors are true.”
“You mean the rumors about Kloden?” Alicia had a pretty good idea about the rumors since they were spreading around the officers of the unit as well, at least according to Faldio which had been her main source for things like this.
“Yes. You heard them too?”
“Yeah, it seems General Gassenarl of the Southern Forces gathered intelligence about a supply network hidden in the mountains. Since its being used to supply the main invasion force still trying to claim Vasel General Damon volunteered our unit for it. NO doubt in hopes we’ll fail.”
“Welks knows that area better than anyone I know.” Isara looked happy to express confidence in her brother, “He won’t let us fail. Plus I’m sure the general down south isn’t as mean spirited as Damon and will help us militiamen out.”
“I hope you’re right.” There was a brief silence as they admired the work on the Edelweiss and let the previous conversation die.
“Anyways,” Alicia got to business, “There is a meeting today, and Welkin asked you attended with the rest of the Crew Chiefs. It’s an hour from now at noon in CR 1077.”
“A meeting? I thought this was a day off?” Isara blinked confused by the sudden news. Alicia was wondering how equipping a bunch of tanks with metal skirts was a way to spend a day off. They really were siblings, of that Alicia had no doubts. Getting used to their weird activities during their free time she just shrugged it off.
“I thought so too, but Welkin was keen on making it seem urgent.” Isara imagined a worried Welkin in her mind and the image didn’t settle with her one bit. She had to help her brother in whatever way she could, and she was sure it was her expertise on tanks that may be the reason for her attendance.
“I’ll be there!” Isara’s raised voice and caught the attention of some of the engineers around R&D despite all the noise from electrical machines.
“Great see you in an hour. I’ll just see myself out then.” Alicia carefully navigated her way through the hustling R&D building which operated like a hive of bees with busybodies running around and only focused on making their own imaginary deadlines.
Isara pondered the strange timing of the meeting and climbed the warm steel of the Edelweiss to make her way inside. She placed her boots, stockings and jacket on the drivers chair and began to get dressed for the meeting. She thought about taking a shower before heading over there but realized that with only an hour to spare and how out of the way the barracks were compared to the conference room she wouldn’t really get much of a chance without being late. So she quickly threw on the missing portions of her uniform and headed out hoping to at least stop at a restroom to wash up at a faucet.
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1210 Hours – CR 1077, Officers Quarters
“Gah, I’m starvin’.” Largo, keeping true to his promise was making a fuss about the time, “Why do they call us here at lunchtime.” He didn’t even bother to acknowledge Alicia sitting just across from him.
“Ugh,” Alicia decided ten minutes of him complaining was enough, “you always get snippy the minute your stomach rumbles, Largo.”
(AN: Largo needs a Snickers. Lolz. Should I change “snippy” to “bitchy”?)
The conference room erupted into different conversations all at once since Alicia was finally the one to say anything about Largo’s complaining. Juno and Isara started contemplating the topic of the meeting together while Rosie and Catherine got to poking fun at the argument between Largo and Alicia. Of course Rosie was mostly engaging in conversation so she could ignore the smell wafting from Isara’s body and oily hair. There wasn’t any yelling going as no one was genuinely angry, but the group of six did make the small room seem much noisier than it usually got in a meeting. This went on for almost a minute when Welkin walked into the room with him trying to fix his tie as best he could.
“Sorry guys,” He seemed much calmer now to Alicia than he had earlier this morning, “Have you been waiting long? I’ll get right to the briefing. You may already be aware of the recent hike in food prices.” The room quieted down quickly and focused their attention at the nonchalant lieutenant.
“I do remember one worker at the mess hall mentioning that produce prices were rising.”
Largo mentally sighed in desperation. Here he was starving from having to wait for lunch and the first thing brought up at the meeting was food. He was cursing the Lieutenant to himself hoping that whatever reason he had for bringing up food had a point and that there was an actual purpose to being at this meeting other than talking about food.
“Apparently the Empire has taken hold of the trade route farmers use to ship their stock.” Welkin casually continued with the briefing.
What’d you say?!” Largo raised his voice and got up from his seat to slam his hands on the table causing Juno next to him to jump. Any discontent Largo had for the timing of this meeting disappeared.
“Vegetable crisis grips Gallia…” Rosie decided to poke fun at the meeting as well sice she had been doing much the same before it started, “Not a very exciting headline.”
“You mocking the power of vegetables?!” This time everyone in the room gave Largo a strange look save for Welkin who just smiled at the comment.
“What? I was just…” Rosie was surprised by the anger in Largo’s eyes and had never really experienced this side of her good friend. Realizing an excuse for words might make her seem weak in front of Isara she defended herself instead. “What’s your problem?!”
Largo went on his rant about the “power of vegetables” as well as including how the agriculture industry alone was worth half a billion ducats in Gallia all the while stressing just how important the situation was to Rosie. Welkin pondered a bit on it too realizing not only was Largo right, but also noting that a shortage of food would only mean a harsher war of attrition for Gallia and her citizenry which is already being rationed in the name of victory.
“In any case,” Welkin got back on track and interrupted Largo much to the relief of Rosie who was under attack by a barrage of words and agricultural education by Largo, “Squad 7’s next mission is to clear that trade route of Imperials. I know you guys were expecting a much better meal upon arriving back at Fort Amatriain, but it seems that his may have had something to do with that as well. Our mission is to inform a local resistance group of certain outside shipments that will give them the means necessary to prevent any future blockades by the Empire and we are to deal with the current one.”
“All right! Time to put the fear of veggies into these Imps!” Once again Largo earned the questioning glare of everyone in the room.
“Will the Crown be shipping the farmers weapons? That will only put them in more danger if the Empire returns.” Juno brought up a good point, and a good question Welkin had the answer to.
“The shipment is this.” Welkin slammed a bag of pancake mix onto the conference table. “Think of it as fighting for food with food.”
“Pancake mix, sir?” Even Catherine was skeptical about the plan.
“Explosive powder mix for plastic explosives, disguised as pancake mix in shipments that is also safe to eat should any nosey Imperials decide to dine on it themselves. The point is that the Imps are likely to assume the Militia is still conducting attacks and not the citizens, and if they do suspect the citizens it will be impossible for them to know where the bombs are coming from and how they’re made.”
“That’s… a really good idea.” Alicia couldn’t hide her amazement.
“So what?” It was Rosie asking questions now, “You want us to gather the Squad on its day off? I’m not sure they feel too motivated for this one.”
“No. The Squad will keep its day off. The reason I gathered you here is to get two volunteers to go in with me and do this quietly after Isara briefs us on the weaknesses of medium Imperial tanks.”
Everyone in the room looked at each other realizing the implications of doing this mission in a stealthy manner. It would mean no medical evac and the likelihood of every single volunteer dying without a secure journey home for their bodies and no guns being used unless they were found out and fighting for their lives. Only one person got up almost immediately to volunteer not even thinking twice about leaving a lifelong passion under threat.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, Boss man. Shipping explosives means we’re likely dealin’ with a mechanized unit like us, which means tanks. You’ll need my lance.”
“Thank you, Largo.” Welkin bowed his head slightly in respect, happy to see that the gamble in Vasel was worth it and earned his subordinates trust. “One more.”
Alicia was about to speak up before Welkin stopped her.
“Not you, Alicia! I only asked you to gather the crew chiefs, I was told you and Faldio had plans for tonight.”
“That’s true, but-“
“No exceptions, Alicia. I can do this with anyone else.” Alicia looked into the eyes of a leader and understood that there was no swaying Welkin and the other three crew chiefs were about to stand simultaneously but Juno beat the others to it.
“I’ll do it!” Juno stood up from her chair determinedly. She had to prove herself to Welkin again after what happened in Vasel and show that she didn’t need the protection of her new crew. She had to show her crush that she could protect him as well.
“Juno? Are you sure?” Welkin was worried about his underclassmen and surprised about her willingness to jump at danger.
“I can do this.” Juno held her gaze at Welkin.
“Of course you can.” Welkin nodded to affirm her place in the covert team, “Everyone but Isara and those that volunteered are dismissed.”
The three that had no place in the operation left the room and Catherine gave Juno some words of encouragement before heading out of the room.
“All right,” Welkin began the real briefing now, “I have a plan and it will require some of Isara’s expertise-“
The group spent an hour discussing their options before checking out a jeep from the vehicle depot to make the trip. Everyone in the squad had heard about the mission by then, and all of them knew they would find out in the morning if their squad mates were successful.
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May 1, 1935 – 0038 Hours, Presentwell Village
The chirping of crickets echoed across the fields of what would normally be considered a peaceful night perfect for a walk, and three horses were walking, two with a single man and one with a man and a woman. The farmer that had lent the horses was guiding the Militiamen down a dirt road that lead to Presentwell Village which was the staging area for the Imperial roadblock making sure no agriculture products went in or out. To the left was Largo on his horse while Welkin shared his with Juno.
Welkin had grown up in a small town much like Largo, but Juno being a city girl never had the opportunity to learn how to ride and even though the farmer had a spare horse she instead opted to ride with Welkin, not that she was complaining. She kept her right hand on his waist at first but gravity and the rocking of the horse’s stride knocked it down to his lap, and if that wasn’t intimate enough she rested herself as closely as she could to Welkin’s back so as to not stress the horse’s back too much. The farmer was a little reluctant to have two on one horse, but he got his largest saddle and strongest horse for the two of them and asked them to keep it a little slow just in case. Again, nothing Juno was complaining about.
“I ain’t really at the town too much,” The farmer was aged, and for most of the trip spoke about how all of his sons joined the Army before the war leaving him to tend the fields alone, “but them Barlow boys ought to be willing to rig the roads with that explodin’ pancake mix you brought. Just some electricity ya say?”
“That’s right,” Welkin had informed those who gathered at the farmer’s house how to prepare and rig the explosives, “so if you happen to eat any I would avoid any outlets or lightning.”
“Ha! No worries there, I make my mix from scratch. An ol’ family recipe passed down for generations.”
“It’s a shame we didn’t meet under better circumstances, I would’ve loved to try some.”
“A real shame it is, Mr. Gunther. Woah!” The farmer stopped his horse and Largo and Welkin followed in kind, “That there is Presentwell. Y’all will have to continue on foot.”
In the distance a small number of lights to the left side of the road shimmered with a flood light pointing ahead to light up the road in order to catch anyone trying to sneak shipments down it. The three militiamen dismounted the horses and handed the reins to the kind farmer.
“Thank you for the horses, we’ll take it from here.” Welkin, having kept up the conversation for most of the trip, was also the one to say goodbye.
“None of them kind folk will be harmed?”
“If all goes well they won’t even be awake until the tanks are blown.”
The farmer tipped his hat to the small team of infiltrators and rode off a little more briskly than when he arrived with two empty horses in tow. The team did waste a minute and rushed to a good vantage point outside the town and Welkin pulled out his binoculars to assess the situation inside the town.
“Two tanks.” Welkin whispered this information to the others so no one in the town could hear despite seeing the distance to the town would make that impossible. Better safe than sorry.
“So forty pairs of boots tops,” Largo relayed what the last war taught him, at least if very little had changed in the Empire since, “How many patrols?”
“Hold on.” Welkin scanned the town as best he could for any movement and lights that seemed to be held by soldiers patrolling the village.
“Maybe five or six, and it looks like that building on the top of the hill is where they’re sleeping.” Welkin handed the binoculars to Largo to have him confirm his guess; he nodded and passed them to Juno.
“Can I get the barracks then?” Juno asked as she took to memory the building that seemed to be where the Imperials slept.
“No. We should avoid that area altogether.” Answered Welkin, wary that any attempt on the sleeping Imperials might alert the tanks.
“Can’t, Are best bet is to avoid the main road and take out the patrols in town. We’ll have to go right by that area.” Largo enlisted his input.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Welkin was always sure that they’d have to go by the building housing some thirty Imps, but didn’t like the idea.
“How’re we doing it then?” Juno asked handing back the Lieutenant’s binoculars.
“We’ll all go in. Let’s go.” The three of them strapped their firearms behind them and pulled out their bayonets before crawling into the village under the cover of darkness and tall grass.

An Imperial was walking down the street with his SMG hanging down his side and a flashlight in his hand as he patrolled the village at this godforsaken hour with nothing but the sound of crickets and an occasional mosquito coming in for an attack. He was a squad leader in his own right, but just happened to draw the short straw when it came to deciding who would be taking guard duty this late in the night. He turned off the flashlight and pulled out a cigarette to light before casually leaning on whatever building he was near. He was convinced that nothing was going to happen in this village so a break from his patrol while no one was looking wouldn’t really matter. That’s exactly when he heard a twig break to his right; he didn’t panic but just turned towards that direction and shined his flashlight in that direction, nothing. He turned the light off again and was going to smoke again, but instead of backing into a wall he felt flesh. Small hands blocked yelling from escaping his mouth and the piercing pain of cold steel penetrating his flesh dragged across his neck with warm blood spilling by the liter down his chest.
“Shhshhshh,” Juno held onto the man as he fell back and slowly placed his body on the floor for Welkin who had just rounded the corner and pulled on his legs to hide him. Largo meanwhile just kicked up some dirt from the ground to try and cover the trail of blood. They were efficient at this point and their movements like that of a fine clock. It was their fourth kill tonight and just had a little ways more before they reached the tanks.
Juno had been the one to kill each Imperial so far mostly because of her impressive stealth and a natural instinct to kill someone without them realizing. This of course meant she was covered in blood by this point and was running out of cloth to clean her bayonet. Largo had praised her for each kill having said earlier something about getting violent for vegetables and was happy to see her get this serious about his passion. Welkin on the other hand remained vigilant and kept his sights squarely on their next move.
“How many more?” Juno asked trying to hide any shaking of her hands from the four souls she claimed in less than fifteen minutes. Her sense of nationalism just as strong as her fellow soldiers and was convinced that for Gallia this was all worth it despite having to look at the faces of all her victims thus far.
“That was four, so there should be one or two more.” Welkin led the way further into the village with his response and stopped shy of rounding the corner of a brick wall.
“What is it boss?” Largo realized Welkin had spotted something dangerous.
“Machine gun placement.”
“Shit,” Largo balled his hand into a fist, “Are we sure there’s not another way around?”
“Not without facing those tanks head on.” The three sat silently for a moment while considering their options.
“The wall…” Juno was the first to develop a plan, “You guys can boost me over and I can stay hidden until I get to the turret.”
There wasn’t any debate; the team had no idea how much longer they had before the relief party was sent in to take the next guard shift from the barracks they bypassed after placing explosives. Largo and Welkin grabbed Juno and launched her over the wall and she landed safely on the other side using another wall that led directly to the gun placement for concealment. When Juno got close enough to see the man behind the turret it looked as though he was half asleep already, practically leaning on top of the turret in an effort to remain standing. The only problem was getting up there, a small cliff stood as an obstacle and Juno would make a considerable amount of noise trying to traverse it. She told herself she had no choice though and quietly took to climbing the steep slope.
It was a tough endeavor, but eventually Juno made it to the top and dusted herself off only to find that the machine gun placement had been abandoned. She shot herself into any kind of cover she could find and looked for the Imperial that stood sleepily among the placement not seconds ago. She monitored the situation in silence but could find no signs of the missing Imp in the darkness until she was grabbed by him and thrown against one of the large wooden crates that surrounded the gun placement.
“I heard rumors about the Gallians recruiting schoolgirls in their army, but have yet to see it until now.” The Imperial expertly snatched her bayonet and used it against Juno using some advanced martial arts technique then continued to speak in his far eastern Imperial accent. “It’s a blessing seeing such a vulnerable beauty on the battlefield with nothing but that blue witch teasing all the cocks on my side of the lines.”
Juno tried to scream for Welkin but was instead punched moderately hard in the throat by the assaulting Imperial only making it possible for her to cough. For good measure he started choking her too, but not without getting a few handfuls of her tight body.
“I see you’re not alone, we’ll deal with your friends.” He forced around and had in a choke hold of sorts while keeping the bloody steel of her bayonet on her exposed skin, “Just like it looks you dealt with some of mine.”
The imperial motioned with the bayonet he held and paid special attention to the blood stains on Juno’s uniform as he held her closely against him to make sure she didn’t and couldn’t try anything funny.
“Hold it!” The Imperial looked somewhat impressed as he saw a lone Militiaman standing face-to-face with a machine gun placement with nothing but a rifle pointed at it. Once again Juno’s brave knight faced danger in the eye to save her skin. She thought to herself momentarily that she purposely put herself in these situations just for this to happen despite not fond of the fact that Welkin assumed she needed protecting.
“Is he one of your friends?” The Imperial whispered softly in Juno’s ear, “You should tell him it doesn’t have to be this way; we can all walk out of here alive. You’re the only price he has to pay.”
The Imperial let his grasp slip a little so he could get a good grope of Juno’s pussy through the thick fabric of her blue uniform. Welkin on the other hand aimed carefully at the head of the Imperial not realizing under the darkness what the imperial was doing; just that Juno was beginning to whimper and it was worrying him. With no more time to lose Welkin felt it was time to execute his little rescue plan so Juno could get back to Amatriain safely.
“Largo!” There wasn’t an official signal or anything just a cue, and with it an explosion that shook the small village and killing the forty imperials that slept in a building not too far off. The building remained standing; it was just the souls inside it and the windows that perished as well capturing the attention of the Imperial holding Juno. Welkin took the shot piercing the steel of the Imperial’s helmet and hitting something. It didn’t appear fatal though as he fell to the floor wriggling and screaming from whatever was causing him pain. “Juno let’s go!”
Juno swung the rifle strapped to her back into her hands and slid down the steep slope as the three militiamen ran towards the sound of recently ignited ragnoline engines. The explosion had awoken the tank crews, but the good news was that it would be some time before the engines were capable of operating under battlefield conditions until the warmed up.
“Those tanks are gonna move, we need to haul ass!” Largo was running up the hill that led to the tanks and straight up knocked out an Imperial scout with his lance while Welkin shot down an enemy lancer with the remaining bullets of his rifle.
The team rushed the top of the hill and just as one of the Medium tanks began to go in reverse to back out of the ravine they parked Largo took aim at is ass and shot the radiator of the its engine.
“All right!” Largo took cover and loaded his next round into his lance while Juno and Welkin started firing at the second tank to prevent anyone from leaving it before they could blow it. It wasn’t long before Largo was ready to fire the next round and in another direct hit to the rear the tanks ignited into flames lighting up the ravine that once housed two threatening beasts of iron.
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0500 Hours – Fort Amatriain
A considerable amount of time had passed to get back to the fort and drop off the jeep that they rented from the armory and unsurprisingly the three that infiltrated Presentwell village were extremely tired and couldn’t wait for the feeling of their bunks underneath them. During the trip Largo had explained to Juno and Welkin his past of being a farmer and a dream he had to start his own one day and settle down after enduring two wars against the empire. By the end of it all they were just outside the barracks and getting ready to depart from each other’s company.
“Well, I’m hittin’ the hay,” Largo scratched the back of his head and took a deep breath, He didn’t wait for anything ceremonious to happen, but somehow had enough wisdom in him to read the moment.
Juno hesitated and waited for Largo to be completely out of hearing distance before confronting Welkin.
“Is something wrong, Juno?” Welkin was a little surprised his schoolmate didn’t immediately crash for the night.
“Yeah, Welkin I… We… It’s about the roster.” It wasn’t actually what Juno wanted to talk about but it’s what escaped her lips. “I just wanted you to know that I don’t need protection, I can fight and hold my own just like anyone else. You don’t need to send people my way to do it for me.”
Juno rushed those words out almost all at once, but not so quickly that Welkin couldn’t understand. The only thing that still remained somewhat unclear was the context of it all, since Welkin hadn’t really put the effort to do anything he was being accused of. He was a clever guy though, and played with it really well.
“Of course you can, Juno.” Welkin placed his hand on her shoulder making the blonde melt from this warm contact, “I didn’t place more people in your squad to protect you, but so that they can receive excellent leadership from someone who can protect them. I need you to fight, Juno. With every crew chief like you we can work at getting everyone out of this war alive.”
“So… this isn’t about Vasel?” Juno recalled the time she got herself in a mess and hit by a stray mortar shell.
“This isn’t about Vasel, this is about us. All of us.” Despite Juno knowing he was referring to the entire squad she couldn’t help but let those words be more towards her than anyone else. So without thinking she embraced her heroic Squad Commander in the open.
“Thanks, Welkin.” She felt his warmth and listened to the rhythm of his heart through his uniform.
“Remember, if there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it. We’re stude- soldiers; we all got to help each other out.” Students; Juno could only smile at Welkin’s impeccable innocence and looked up at him.
“There is something actually,” Juno’s smile remained true as their eyes sank deeply into each other.
“There is?” Welkin sounded surprised, probably due to the immediate response to his offer.
“The squad was talking about going out tonight before the new orders came in; I…was hoping I could have your company.” Juno was visibly blushing and Welkin couldn’t help but agree after seeing just how much it took out of her just to say that.
“Okay,” Welkin smiled himself now, “I can do that.”
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Author's Notes:
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