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Originally Posted by Firefly00

Oh yes they do, discounting any external interference. Would I be correct in guessing that you've seen some of my musings in this vein earlier in the thread? Let's have a look at the highlight reel...

• sheer knavery (a certain Gallian minister);
• ego-fueled idiocy (corpulent Gallian army officer who would be at home in the Federal forces in various Mobile Suit Gundam incarnations) and;
• 'black' R&D programs (Selvaria had been part of one, IIRC... and if there's one such program, others - not all of them Imperial - are likely to exist)

Anyways, welcome aboard; enjoy your stay and all that.

Thanks. This site is aiding me in my piecemeal knowledge of the VC Goings-On, which should be filled in by next year at some point.

I will delve a little deeper into Militaria and Staviania.

Spoiler for This should look a bit like "Red Alert:

The Militaria Confederacy, my most creative name ever (another fictional nation of mine, North and South Selka, I do not wish to expend on VC just yet... Perhaps as a Korean/Veitnam War of sorts?), is a Military dictatorship under the guise of a democracy, who are also quite avidly Pro-Valkyria, and draw heavily from United States weapons. Often at war with Staviania.

The Stavianian Socialist Republic, a blatant Rip-off of Soviet Russia, is quite Anti-Valkyria, and sees the Imperials as "Dogs to be taught the error of their ways." Made multiple attempts on Maximillian's life, but all failed, and were subsequently blamed on Militaria. Also have no qualms about Biological and Chemical Warfare (These are the guys with GB).

How well would that work?

And on a less serious note, what about a VC/Battlefield Heroes cross?

EDIT:

Here's something I wrote. VC/Our WWII. FF.net's "short" two-day period has yet to expire.

Spoiler for Three pages long in Word.:

Battlefield Gallia: The Untold Story of the Second World War

Disclaimer: I do not own Valkyria Chronicles, nor do I own the characters in it. I also do not own the Wehrmacht, Luftwaffe, Kriegsmarine, Red Army, People's Navy, Red Air force, US Army, Army Air Corps, US Navy, the British Navy, British Army, Royal Air Force, Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, Josef Stalin, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, Neville Chamberlain... you get the picture.
A/N: If you can't gather, this is basically the events of VC transposed into the events of the actual Second World War. Gallia's location sits somewhere in the Scandinavian area, a prime position for attack from Germany, the Imperials (not the Imperial Japanese, obviously), and the Soviets, the Imperial Alliance is located in east Europe, in conflict with the Soviet Union, and the Federation are the Western Allies.

June, 1935

Hitler sat across from the alleged leader of the Imperial Alliance. He seemed a bit young for the job, but the IA was located in such a manner as to buffer a Soviet attack. Not to mention, both Germany and the IA had set their sights on Gallia's vast Ragnite reserves, which would certainly aid the German war effort, though Hitler saw it mostly useful for exportation to Mussolini, who would use it to conquer North Africa.

“Maximilian,” Adolf began, “I have taken a pact between the IA and Germany into consideration, though I will not act if it goes against the wishes of Mussolini.”

The blond turned from Adolf to Benito.

The Italian nodded. “What is good for Germany,” Mussolini said, “is good for Italy.”

The three shook hands. The Axis had grew in power.

Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy, and the East European Imperial Alliance had become like soldiers, who would fight alongside each other to the bitter end.

And these three soldiers had a target in common:

Gallia, to the north, though, by Hitler's advise, Maximilian determined the time was “not right,” despite either nation outnumbering Gallian troops considerably.

-MEANWHILE, IN BRITIAN-

Neville was still quite happy with himself. He had brought, as he put it, “Peace for our time.” But, what with Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy allying themselves with the IA, he knew this could not last. Three nations stood in adjacency, The IA to the east, Italy to the south, and Germany dead center.

“Gallia. They're going to attack Gallia. When, I do not know, but they are going to attack Gallia.”

He decided that he would attempt to get Britain allied with Gallia, to deter any aggression towards it.

September, 1939

The time was right. The German and Imperial Armies had set themselves to strike small Gallia, in a lightning strike that would, if not completely conquer Gallia, would cripple it.

-MEANWHILE, JUST OUTSIDE THE GALLIAN TOWN OF BRUHL-

“Halt! In the name of the Leader, halt!” A German soldier yelled at a local girl, who wore what appeared to be a military uniform. He thought to himself, “What kind of army wears blue and red as a combat uniform?”

“Let her go, Hans. Our tanks will catch up with the Gallians soon enough.”

The soldier lowered his rifle, and slung it back over his shoulder. He climbed back into the truck, and it resumed its drive.

The girl had returned to her squad, hidden in the underbrush from overflying German planes.

“They're coming. I heard something about tanks, as well.”

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“This road certainly hasn't changed much.”

Welkin Gunther walked a bit aimlessly on the road, unknowingly headed for the advancing Germans. He spotted some fish in a nearby stream.

“Hey, guys, starting early, aren't you?”

He took out a sketchpad and drew a bit, refining details in a prior drawing.

Click-Click

“Hands in the air. Slowly.”

Clack-clack

“How about you, miss?”

Welkin turned around. Behind him, a female soldier and GSR. Behind her, German Soldiers, MP38's, and Kar98k's.

“Lower your weapon, miss,” said the one with the rifle

She failed to do so.

“I said, lower your weapon!”

“...”

TWACK!

The soldier with the Kar98k brought the butt of his rifle across her face, knocking her to the ground.

“When I say, 'lower your weapon,' you lower your damned weapon!”

The two with Submachine guns pulled her up to her feet.

“Who are you? Identify yourself!”

“Leave her alone!”

Welkin couldn't believe what had came out of his mouth. Normally, he would have just let the soldiers go about their business, out of fear.

“You got something to say concerning your girlfriend here?”

Welkin gave no response. Both he and the girl turned a shade of red.

“Figured,” the soldier turned back to the girl, “Alright, miss, I recommend you talk. Who are you?”

“Alicia Melchiott, of the Bruhl town watch.”

“Finally. I thought I'd have to take you to Division. Given what they did in Czechoslovakia, you wouldn't have liked that. Unless, of course, you're a masochist.” The soldier turned to Welkin. “You may go.”

Not wanting to pick a fight with a guy with a gun, Welkin walked away quite promptly, and rapidly. But, as he did so, he turned around. He had an odd feeling about this girl, and, indeed, that something quite different was supposed to happen. The German soldiers where pushing her along at gunpoint, her rifle slung over one of the rifleman's shoulder.

He turned away from her, presumably to never see her again, shrugging the odd feeling off.

Indeed, something quite different was supposed to happen on that day.

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Well, that concludes Chapter 1. Don't forget to Comment and Criticize me. I like knowing what is wrong with my fics, so I can improve on that area. I'll try to get as many members of S7 in as possible, though not necessarily IN Squad 7. (SPOILER ALERT: Welkin gets conscripted. By who? If this proves good enough, You'll find out.)