Flight of the Valkyria: A Valkyria Chronicles Story( A Request by Panpanchenchen)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This one shot, completely unrelated to my current Valkyria Chronicles fanfic, came about from a discussion with Panpanchenchen featured in the "Does Anyone Need an Author?" Thread. Here Brigadier General Selvaria Bles, Valkyria and a member of the triumvirate of Imperial General's leading the East Europan Imperial Alliance, as been cut off from the Imperial northern advance along with 5 of her loyal elite female bodyguards. Selvaria is in a desperate situation, her energy reserves have been drained meaning she is unable to use her powers and she as two wounded soldiers in need of medical attention. She must find a way out of the Gallian encirclement, and lead her troops out of harm's way....




" What's their condition, Johanna? How long do they have?" Said Brigadier General Selvaria Bles to her engineer Lance Corporal Johanna Eisen, an attractive woman of 25 with high imperial cheekbones, heart shaped features and piercing emerald green eyes framed with shoulder length auburn hair, as they took shelter in the cellar of a bombed out farmhouse. The young Corporal was wearing a different uniform from the standard Imperial footsoldier, she was an elite bodyguard. Her uniform consisted of a black uniform jacket with gold thread, with purple under arms and gold bands above the elbows, belted at the waist with black leather combat webbing. With similar matching trousers, minus the gold banding and knee high black jackboots. Her matching black coal scuttle visored helm, with three prominent crests rested on a nearby temple. Johanna took a deep breathe before she spoke. " Corporal Steinmann, Frieda, as been unconscious since that sniper round creased her skull. She may have a mild concussion but I will need to get her to an aid station to stabilise her with ragnaid." She said as she gestured to the unconscious young soldier, her short brunette hair wrapped in bandages. Selvaria then turned to the other woman laying on a stretcher next to her. " And Private Zimmerman, Hilde?" Johanna looked grave, as she glanced down on the unconscious blonde Private, her torso wrapped in bloodied bandages. " She took a Gallian grenade, almost full to her abdomen. It was touch and go removing the shrapnel from her guts, it took my entire stock of ragnaid to stabilise her. If I do not get her to a surgeon quick..." Johanna broke off, tears started to well in her eyes. Selvaria laid a hand on her shoulder, doing what any good leader should be doing comforting her troops. " You did all you could, Johanna. You are the finest combat medic in the 15th Regiment, they are in fine hands." Johanna took a deep breathe raked with sadness, as she wiped her eyes steeling herself. " Thank you, ma'am. It's just we have lost so many good Imperials today, I won't let anymore of us die." Selvaria squeezed her gently on the shoulder. " That's the spirit, Johanna. Carry on." The Corporal flashed her a quick salute, left hand over her chest, before she returned to tend to the wounded.



Selvaria took a deep breathe, wondering were scout Elsa Reinhardt had got to, she had sent her out to scout the area. At 22, Selvaria was part of the Drei Stern the triumvirate of Imperial Generals leading the invasion of Gallia. She was the leader of the central advance, leading her 15th regiment to glory in the name of Empire, hand picked by Crown Prince Maximilian himself. As a Valkyria, Selvaria was a living weapon harnessed by the finest military and scientific minds in the Empire, but even she had her limits. In her recent thrust into the Gallian heartland, Selvaria had over extended her forces and had been encircled by a sudden Gallian counterattack. She watched as her men were cut down in an ambush as skilled as any she had seen, Selvaria had used vast reserves of her power to destroy a Gallian tank platoon in order to escape with five of her loyal command bodyguard, draining her temporary of power. However, Zimmermann, her second scout and Steinmann, a shocktrooper had both been wounded badly during the escape. As they were forced to flee into a cellar of a ruined farmhouse. Selvaria caught a reflection of herself in the glass of a broken cabinet. All Valkyria were beautiful women and Selvaria was no exception. She had angular cheekbones, sharp features and almond shaped brown eyes, her long silver hair reached down to the small of her back. She was dressed in a tight fitting black uniform, with matching tunic that emphasised her prominent C-cup breasts, trousers and black heeled boots. Her tunic was inlaid with gold filigree, detailing her rank on her shoulder epaulettes, a half cape hung down from her shoulders. Belted at a waist, with an elaborate gold snakes head, was her rapier sheathed in its scabbard. The reflection of Sergeant Elsa Reinhardt in the glass caught her attention. " What's the situation up there, Elsa?" Selvaria knew each of the women in her bodyguard platoon by name, and keenly felt their loss when they fell to enemy fire. Selvaria knew that Elsa was a no nonsense career soldier, but was involved in a romantic relationship with Zimmermann, she remembered the terrified scream of Elsa as her lover as caught in that grenade blast. Many commanders would have disciplined the couple, for their affair but not Selvaria. She believed that strong connections like love, often made a soldier fight with more heart something that often went lacking in your average Imperial grunt. Elsa paused, slightly shaken by the sight of her lover, torn up on the stretcher. Selvaria raised her hand, squeezing the scouts shoulder. " Elsa, Hilde will be fine. Johanna will not let her die. Right Johanna." She called over to the medic. " Damn right I won't." Came the reply. That seemed to calm the scout. " Well, ma'am. We have good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first." Selvaria smiled at the Sergeant's informality. " Ok, the good news first. Sergeant." Elsa took a deep breathe, as gave her report. " The good news is, the Gallians have moved on. The enemy presence is fairly light." Selvaria braced herself for the bad news. " And the bad news?" Elsa rubbed the back of her neck, glancing at the stricken form of her lover. " There are couple of Gallian soldiers, both female. Looks like they are setting up a checkpoint." Suddenly, Selvaria had a brainwave. "Female, you say show me." She fell into step behind Elsa as they walked up to the surface.



Across from the ruined farmhouse, were the silhouettes of two young female Gallian soldiers. They were busy smoking, taking a break from their duty at setting up a small checkpoint. One girl a light brown haired brunette with a braided ponytail, judging from her markings on the back of her blue uniform jacket, along with her ragnaid clipped to her belt, entrenching tool and repair kit fixed on her back was an engineer. Her Gallian 1 rifle slung over her shoulder. While her partner a pretty ginger haired girl with a pixie cut, who was taller and equipped with a MAGS submachine gun had the unmistakable bearing of a shock trooper. From their position, hidden behind a low wall the two imperials surveyed the women.An idea formed in her mind." The shocktrooper is near enough my size, and the engineer she looks perfect for you, Elsa." Elsa nodded, catching onto her thread. " We kill them, take their uniforms. And man the checkpoint. If we are lucky, we could snare ourselves a medical transport. You know to help Freida and... Hilde." The scout paused before saying her name, concern writ large in her eyes through her helmets visor. Selvaria patted her on her shoulder. " A good idea Sergeant, let's get a change of clothes." Elsa nodded, as she made to unsheathe her bayonet from her belt. Selvaria stopped her. " No blades. We want clean uniforms, no blood. We go in quick, quiet and snap their necks. Nice and clean." Elsa smiled as she pushed the blade back into her sheathe. Selvaria removed her scabbard, from her belt as they advanced on the unsuspecting Gallian soldiers.






Private Stacey Dixon, an engineer with the Gallian 4th Armoured Regiment took a long drag from her cigarette as she chatted amiably with her best friend, shocktrooper Lance Corporal Ashleigh Connors. " I hear the Imperials just walked straight into our ambush, and the rumours are that General Selvaria Bles was caught in the crossfire. If that's the case then we have his war all but won." Stacey blew out a cloud of smoke as she spoke. Ashleigh put her cigarette into her mouth, blowing out a nonchalant smoke ring. " I hope that's true, Stace. I'd rather not have to face a Valkyria head on, you know the legends. They can destroy entire armies, with their light. Just ask the Darcsens." Stacey felt a chill go down her spine at the mere thought of facing one of the fabled warrior women of old. At 20 and 22, respectively Stacey and Ashleigh had enlisted right off the bat before they were drafted. Stacey was a looker with slender cheekbones, rounded features and narrow blue eyes. Her long light brown hair braided into a long ponytail, under her blue bowl helmet. She was dressed in the standard Gallian field uniform for an engineer, a blue battledress tunic with her rank and unit designation displayed on shoulder tabs, with a black undershirt . Belted at the waist with black leather webbing, that held her ragnaid vial, spare clips for her rifle and repair kit, with entrenching tool. Knee high matching blue shorts with red vertical and horizontal stripes, with steel pads with red striping to protect the knees, underwhich were blue above the knee socks with matching red striping. Brown fur lined knee high leather boots with matching gloves completed the look. Her best friend, Ashleigh was not slouch either with smooth cheekbones slightly squared features and big emerald green eyes, her ginger hair cut short into an attractive pixie style. Her uniform while similar, had additional armour plates along her shoulders, forearms, hips and breasts and a short skirt in lieu of shorts with webbing that contained spare ammo for her MAGS machine gun. " Stacey took another drag from her cigarette, as they leaned on the makeshift barrier. " Did you hear, the militia took Vasel back. They practically drowned an entire Imperial tank platoon in the river, by lowering the bridge. I wish I could have seen that." Ashleigh dropped her cigarette, stamping it on the ground. " We are definitely on the wrong detail. I knew we should have joined up with them instead." The two women turned to each other and laughed, unaware of the danger lurking behind them.




Selvaria with Elsa in tow, quickly advanced on the laughing Gallian soldiers. Without warning they struck. Almost simultaneously, Selvaria had looped her scabbard over the shocktroopers head twisting violently over to the right, pulling her over the barrier using the momentum to snap her neck effortlessly, with a vicious crack. While Elsa snaked her right arm around the engineers slender throat, grabbing the top of her helmet with her left hand. She pulled upwards, yanking the soldier over the barrier her neck snapping instantly as she was pulled to the ground. Their laughter died in the night, turning into short pained signs. Painting with the sheer adrenaline of the kill, Elsa removed her visored helmet revealing a pretty angular face with narrow turquoise eyes and close cropped platinum blonde hair. " Good work, sergeant. Let's get them stripped." Elsa nodded as the two imperials stripped off their uniforms, then started to strip the dead Gallians. " These Gallians don't scrub up well, their uniforms are not as smart as ours, General." Elsa said as she removed the engineers helmet, gloves, boots, webbing and equipment. " Do not mistake their sloppiness for lack of ability. The Gallians are fighting for their homes, they are a determined proud people. We would do well not to underestimate them, we did before in EW1 and we paid the price for our arrogance." Selvaria replied as she removed the shock troopers armour plates, boots, gloves and ammo webbing, before closing the dead woman's eyes. Elsa looked down awkwardly, as she leaned the corpse of the engineer against her, unbuttoning the dead woman's tunic slipping it off her shoulders and pulling her undershirt over her head. Elsa took a moment to glance at the swell of the dead engineers B-cup breasts under her blue crop vest, nipples peaking under the thin sheet fabric. " They are pretty through, general. It was almost a shame to kill them." Elsa said as she let the half naked corpse flop back to the ground, moving on to her shorts. "They had something we needed, Elsa. Besides, it was either their lives or the lives of our sister soldiers." Selvaria had already stripped the shocktrooper down to just her blue crop vest and matching blue shorts and socks, her toned athletic body with prominent C-cup breasts peaking under her vest. " Step to it, Sergeant. You are lagging behind." Selvaria smiled as she pulled off the dead shocktroopers socks, one leg at a time. Elsa chuckled as she unbuttoned the Engineer's shorts, working them past her hips and peeling them down her long divine legs afterwards yanking off the dead girl's socks. It didn't take the imperials long to dress in their stolen uniforms, standing over the bodies of the dead scantily clad Gallian girls, clad only in their blue matching regulation underwear. Elsa was pleasantly surprised. " It fits me quite well, like a glove." Selvaria looked her up and down smiling. " You do look very Gallian. Come on, let's get the bodies out of sight." Putting their hands under the shoulders of the dead women, the two imperials dragged the corpses to the low wall leaning them over and tossing them over the other side, where they landed in a heap. After they stashed their imperial equipment next to the corpses, Selvaria turned to Elsa. " Alright, let's hope we get lucky and snare a medical truck." Elsa nodded as they walked towards the checkpoint, slinging their stolen Gallian weapons over their shoulders.




Lieutenant Calantha Reeves of the 345rd Field Support Detachment, sat in the passenger seat of the three wheeled medical truck as it drove down the road to Fouzen away from the battlefront. In the driver's seat was Private Vicki Sellers, a pretty blonde haired medical nurse with shoulder length honey blonde hair, high cheekbones heart shaped features and doe shaped brown eyes. Her uniform was similar to a Gallian engineers but lacked any short of protection, with the additional of a U-shaped medical symbol on a white armband on her left arm, matching the larger symbol painted on the trucks canvas cover. At 27, Calantha had been a Lieutenant in the support corps for seven years after graduating from the academy. While not exactly a frontline officer, Calantha still felt immense pride that she was still serving Gallia by helping wounded soldiers get the treatment they desperately needed. They were at the very second transporting Sandra Jamieson, a young 20 year old brunette scout from the 4th Armoured who had picked up a shoulder wound from an Imperial sniper. Calantha caught her reflection in the passenger side mirror, she was a looker with sharp cheekbones angular features and pale green eyes, her raven black hair done up into a sensible bun at the base of her head. She was dressed in the officers uniform of the Gallian army, which consisted of a blue double breasted uniform coat with red vertical stripes, her rank and unit designation on her shoulder tabs, with a red half cape that hung down from her shoulders, belted at the waist with a holster for her service pistol in brown leather. With white fur lined brown leather boots with matching gloves. Underwhich she wore a white blouse, with blue trousers. Her matching officers cap perched on the dashboard. " Lieutenant, look up ahead two of ours manning a checkpoint." The voice of Vicki brought her back to the present as two Gallian soldiers one an engineer, with close cropped blonde hair and the other a shocktrooper with curiuosly silver hair, walked into the front of the road holding one hand up. Vicki brought the truck to idling as Calantha wound her window down. " What's the big idea, Corporal? We have a wounded soldier in the back, let us past." She said addressing the silver haired shocktrooper, as both women took positions either side of the cab, Calantha could have sworn she had seen the woman before. " We cannot do that. You see we have wounded of our own, and we need your truck and uniforms." The shocktroopers voice was full of menace. Both Gallians reared back suddenly afraid. "Wait? I know you you are Selva--ugh!"



Without giving the officer a chance to go for her pistol, Selvaria levelled her MAGS machine gun shooting her once in the head. The young blonde nurse put her hands up. " No please! I'am just a nurse, I'am unarmed --ugh!" A second bang as Elsa had levelled her stolen Gallian 1 rifle, shooting the pretty nurse once in the head, her body slumping next to the dead lieutenant their good looks marred by the small bloody holes in their foreheads. The sound of the trucks back doors opening drew Selvaria's attention. She gestured to Elsa with her head, to the back of the truck. Smiling Elsa moved to the back rifle raised with the General close behind her.




Private Sandra Jamieson panicked. She had heard the voices of two women addressing the nurse and Lt Reeves in the cab before the unmistakable rapport of Gallian weapons had silenced both. She didn't understand, why were Gallians killing other Gallians were they perhaps imperial agents? Sandra felt her shoulder wince with pain, strapped in bandages, as she opened the doors of the medical truck. Whatever the fuck was going on, she wanted to be as far away as could from this shit." Before she could hop out of the truck, Sandra was confronted by two Gallians one engineer, the other a shocktrooper. " Wait!? Why are you doing this? We are on the same side!" She cried in fear. The silver haired shocktrooper merely smiled. " In fact we are not, soldier. Long live the Empire!" Sandra held her arms out, tears streaming down her face. " No! No! Please I have a family, my husban--" Sandra saw the muzzle of the false engineers rifle, but didn't hear the shot that tore into her forehead, forever silencing her.







With three Gallians executed and the medical truck secure, Selvaria turned to Elsa. " Help Johanna bring our wounded out. Tell her we have secured uniforms and medical supplies." Elsa nodded as she shouldered her stolen Gallian 1 rifle, running back to the farmhouse. Leaving the dead Gallian scout slumped in the back of the truck, Selvaria walked back to the trucks cab. She pulled out both the corpses of the nurse and officer from their seats, dragging them to the side of the road. Selvaria then stripped out of her stolen shocktrooper uniform, leaving it in a neat pile behind her, then started to strip the dead Lieutenant. She started by removing the woman's belt, gloves and boots then unclasped her uniform coat, slipping it loose from her shoulders. Selvaria leaned the dead woman against her unbuttoning her white blouse, then worked it off her shoulders. Exposing her well formed and rounded C-cup breasts, covered in a white lace low cut bra. Letting the half naked corpse flop down down to the ground, Selvaria unfastened the dead womans trousers peeling off her hips and down her long legs revealing a matching white lace thong. The General quickly dressed in her new uniform, as she glanced at the slim petite body of the dead lieutenant clad only in her matching white lace lingerie. Elsa was right about the Gallian women, they were very attractive. As soon as she finished fastening the greatcoat, she saw Johanna and Elsa bringing out the wounded Imperial women. " Thanks very much, for this ma'am. This couldn't have come at a better time. So what's next?" The medic said as she approached her. " Strip the nurse, her uniform should fit you. There is also a uniform in the back of the truck for Hilde, and give this shocktroopers uniform to Frieda we are both of a similar size." Selvaria gestured with the stolen uniform. "Right, thank you. Ma'am. Could you please dress Hilde and Freida, watch over them as I change." Elsa had fell into step beside Selvaria. " We both will, Johanna." She said clapping a hand on the engineers soldier. With that she walked up to the body of the dead Gallian nurse, kneeling beside her and started to undress her. " Here." Selvaria handed the uniform to Elsa. " Get Frieda dressed in this, I will go fetch the scouts uniform." Elsa nodded as she knelt by the unconscious imperial shocktrooper. Selvaria walked back to the back of the truck, to the fallen body of the dead scout. It didn't take long to strip the dead girl of her uniform, leaving her in the back of the truck wearing only her blue regulation shorts and bare chest strapped with bandages. By the time she had returned to Elsa, Corporal Steinmann was fully dressed in the Gallian shock trooper uniform and Johanna was dressed in the Gallian nurses uniform, already dragging her scantily clad corpse over to the low wall. Elsa was crouched over the body of her lover, caressing her face her eyes wet with tears. Selvaria gently squeezed the scouts shoulder. " Elsa, she is going to be fine. You will hold her in your arms again. Here, me get her dressed." Elsa sniffed as she wiped the tears from her eyes, not saying a word just nodding. Together, they stripped Zimmerman out of her shredded imperial uniform and dressed her in the uniform of the dead Gallian scout. When they were finished, Johanna walked up to them. " Let's clean this place up and get our people stowed in the truck. I don't want to waste another minute, not with Freida and Hilde's lives on the line." It took them a couple of minutes to drag the corpses of the stripped Gallians to the low wall, tossing them over the side, leaving them in an undignified heap on the other side of the wall in nothing but their underwear.




With Zimmerman and Steinmann stowed in the back, along with their imperial equipment, Johanna administrating to them with the medical supplies in the back, Selvaria and Elsa got into the trucks cab. " Alright, Elsa. Let's get the hell out of here." She said turning to Elsa in the driver's seat. " No arguement from me, General." She said as she turned the truck around, back towards imperial lines. The thought of holding her dear Hilde in her arms again, filling her with hope. The general will always have my loyalty thought Elsa as they drove towards the horizon, towards the sounds of gunfire in the distance.

[pc305435632]

Very good, it's written very well, thank you！
It's perfect, "Wait? I know you you are Selva--ugh!"
Regarding the injured,
My original idea was that she couldn't move and could only watch the car door open and get shot in the head,
Or she could have been in a coma, not knowing what happened, and just died like this.

When I came across the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, I was intrigued by the uniforms, which had a blue undertone and red stripes, in the style of the French during World War I.
Although the plot in the animation has undergone significant changes compared to the game and the art style has been somewhat disrupted, thanks to the use of BGM in the game, the overall effect is still good.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Very good, it's written very well, thank you！
It's perfect, "Wait? I know you you are Selva--ugh!"
Regarding the injured,
My original idea was that she couldn't move and could only watch the car door open and get shot in the head,
Or she could have been in a coma, not knowing what happened, and just died like this.

When I came across the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, I was intrigued by the uniforms, which had a blue undertone and red stripes, in the style of the French during World War I.
Although the plot in the animation has undergone significant changes compared to the game and the art style has been somewhat disrupted, thanks to the use of BGM in the game, the overall effect is still good.

You are very welcome my friend. It was a pleasure to write up, hopefully Freida and Hilde can get the medical attention they need to pull through. Particularly for Hilde, as Elsa is fairly distraught.

[pc305435632]

Very good, it's written very well, thank you！
It's perfect, "Wait? I know you you are Selva--ugh!"
Regarding the injured,
My original idea was that she couldn't move and could only watch the car door open and get shot in the head,
Or she could have been in a coma, not knowing what happened, and just died like this.

When I came across the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, I was intrigued by the uniforms, which had a blue undertone and red stripes, in the style of the French during World War I.
Although the plot in the animation has undergone significant changes compared to the game and the art style has been somewhat disrupted, thanks to the use of BGM in the game, the overall effect is still good.

You are very welcome my friend. It was a pleasure to write up, hopefully Freida and Hilde can get the medical attention they need to pull through. Particularly for Hilde, as Elsa is fairly distraught.

There is no such Uniform Steal plot in the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, and you have made up for this regret.
Thank you again

By the way, have you seen this manga? I think this paragraph can also be modified, regarding how to obtain uniforms.
https://mangapill.com/chapters/2923-100 ... chapter-62
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/20.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/21.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/22.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/42.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/43.jpg

[Stormtrooper1990]

Very good, it's written very well, thank you！
It's perfect, "Wait? I know you you are Selva--ugh!"
Regarding the injured,
My original idea was that she couldn't move and could only watch the car door open and get shot in the head,
Or she could have been in a coma, not knowing what happened, and just died like this.

When I came across the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, I was intrigued by the uniforms, which had a blue undertone and red stripes, in the style of the French during World War I.
Although the plot in the animation has undergone significant changes compared to the game and the art style has been somewhat disrupted, thanks to the use of BGM in the game, the overall effect is still good.

You are very welcome my friend. It was a pleasure to write up, hopefully Freida and Hilde can get the medical attention they need to pull through. Particularly for Hilde, as Elsa is fairly distraught.

There is no such Uniform Steal plot in the "Valkyria Chronicles" series, and you have made up for this regret.
Thank you again

By the way, have you seen this manga? I think this paragraph can also be modified, regarding how to obtain uniforms.
https://mangapill.com/chapters/2923-100 ... chapter-62
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/20.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/21.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/22.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/42.jpg
https://cdn.readdetectiveconan.com/file ... 000/43.jpg

No worries panpan, you are welcome.


No I haven't but I will take a look, and get back to you.

Thank you mate