Disclaimer: I don't own Valkyria Chronicles

I was bored and decided to try and make a fic and stick with it, buddy of mines said might help relieve stress or something... they believe I smoke to much and not the good stuff soo I am at the point of trying anything

The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his. - General George S. Patton

'Crap, crap, crap, shit fuck why me I don't want to die, to hell with Gallia, damn those imps for invading , damn the army for being weak' thought a young man holding his conscription papers as a man dressed in a Gallian uniform with two fully armed troopers behind him with disgust at the address they stood in front of. "Cezary Regard I hereby conscript you into Gallia's glorious Militia, so please pack only necessities in a single carry on, understood Mister Regard" said the officer nodding to the two troopers feeling Cezary was ready to make a run for it. "Did you understand?" he asked again only getting a nod from Cezary. "Good Mister Regard, be proud to serve your nation, swell with pride that you help her from the Imperials, and feel honored to lay your life on the line for Gallia" said the conscription officer as he walked in with one trooper following him.

'Is he fucking mad? Fuck Gallia, fuck the Empire, and fuck me man I knew I should have never made him my mark… those ducats not even worth it' was all the thoughts going through the twenty-three year old man walking back in looking at his small home, he looked around for a second looking around at his single room home, his gaze lingered on a family photo taken during the only period of happiness, then he shifts to a spot where he hid some 650 DCT he picked pocketed from the same officer conscripting him a few days prior. While packing only what he needs and can carry in his bag, he managed to sneak a small pouch and two photos in his bag he heard a comment of what a dump but was too scared to even make a smart-ass remark. As he walked out he saw the conscription officer breathe a sigh of relief as Cezary emerged. "Good of you to be quick about grabbing your belongings, please enter the truck" said the officer.

"Welcome to the suck, trooper" said a man who appeared to be in his late thirties. Cezary looked around and saw a few familiar faces from his town, but was obvious they were rounding up allot of the men from the Barious Desert, as he took a seat he glared at a Darcsen sitting across he sighed and closed his eyes as the vehicle began moving.

The transport truck made a stop for the last time; an army officer bangs on the side and shouts at the men and women to awaken assuring them they made it to the capitol city Randgriz. Cezary slowly opened his eyes, grabbed his bag and walked off the truck standing straight with the rest. "Welcome to the main training base for the Gallian Militia, here we will give a refresher course on what you previously learned for years, place you in a corresponding role to your skill, set you up with your equipment, and send you to your squad aide in protecting the homeland from the enemy; so if you would so kindly follow me in a single line formation to get you fully instated it would be appreciated" said a man clearly showing his inexperience outside of the office. '….. Is Gallia really that desperate? Sending out desk jockeys, man must shit be hitting the fan' thought Cezary sighing with annoyance.

After a thirty minute wait it was finely his turn to enter a cubicle "Name, birth place, birth certificate, identification, conscription notice, any sort of allergies or sickness, highest completed grade of schooling and military skills learned" said a woman clearly in her sixties waiting for Cezary to answer with a clipboard and pencil in hand. He just looked confused until the lady coughed.

Snapping out of his confusion he cleared his throat, and searched his bag for a envelope which didn't take long as he handed all the necessary papers; "Cezary Regard, born in the town of Liore located in the western part of the Barious Desert, highest completed grade twelve, I have an allergic reaction to gunpowder, and I have syphilis and meningitis*cough cough*" said Cezary trying to get out of serving. "Mister Regard please don't bullshit me I've been recruiting soldiers since the first war, so please cut the crap I know the symptoms of those disease" said the women with a stern glare at Cezary as he sighed in defeat while muttering *old hag dinosaur, hope you die* "Say something mister Regard?" asked the woman pulling up a file.

With another sigh he continued "I learned basic combat in fifth, in sixth firing basic scout/sniper training, seventh and eighth was sniper tactics, ninth was spent on counter-sniping tactics, and tenth was basic survival training… not like that helps since were like a thousand miles away from the desert" finished Cezary looking at the woman jot things down and handing him a stack of waivers and a pen. After signing the waivers she wrote a few more comments and handed him the folder with all his information and the information the military has. *crash* As he was walking out he bumped into a woman who knocked him over.

"Ohhh I am very sorry her let me help you" said the woman quickly getting back up, Cezary looked up into the girls eyes for a second with a blank stare , then to her hair which was short only reaching her neck and quickly deduced by her features she was a Darcsen. His blank stare became a one of an annoyed look as he sneered at the oblivious woman who continued apologizing. She put her hand out to help but he quickly pushed it away and got up. "Leave me alone not in the mood for a Darc to be near me" he said walking away from the confused girl.

After following another soldier to the armory to get the basic gear such as two sets of uniform, a side arm, a standard back pack, and standard bandolier was given to him for now until he was given an evaluation of his skills to place him. He was quickly turned down for engineer and lancers for the fact that he had neither knowhow for machines nor the body strength to lift the lance.

He was at the range firing the standard Gallian. Every shot was precise, efficient, and never was farther than 5 centimeters from the center of the mark. Passing by Drill Instructor Rodriguez paid close attention to Cezary shooting. "Hey get me a sniper rifle" shouted Rodriguez as an aid went in search of one. "You private at range five hold fire and rise" shouted Rodriguez, causing Cezary last shot to miss the center by 3 centimeters. He stood up and saluted Rodriguez. "Name Private"

"Private Cezary Regard sir" shouted Cezary saluting. As the Rodriguez looks into Cezary eyes the aid returned with a GSR in hand handing it to Rodriguez, who pulled out a coin and whispered something in the others man ear who nodded. "Son do you have what it takes to be a sniper?" asked Rodriguez. 'Finely a lucky break if I become a sniper I wont be to close to the action and I doubt I'll get shot…. hahahaha I am Cezary the desert fox sniper king of them all, I am king of-' Cezary internal monologue was interrupted by Rodriguez who asked the question again. Smirking with the confidence of a fool betting all he has on a horse race he smugly replies "Sir I am the best sniper there ever was, heck I'll make the imps shit themselves shitless out on the field; heck shocks, lancers, scouts, engineers, officers, and even fellow snipers will fall before me SIR".

"Big talk boy, shall we prove it boy" said Rodriguez handing Cezary the rifle, taking the rifle he laid down prone position "Thought this was going to be hard" said Cezary smirking, Rodriguez smirked and moved his hand to the men who were six-hundred meters out. The men responded by bringing the dummy dressed in imperial armor with a coin in its head signifying the target was now one-thousand meters. 'This sucks, oh well' thought Cezary slowing his breathing to barely any sign of breathing. Adjusting the dials on the rifle to compensate for the range and wind, the sun casting a small mirage made Cezary laugh inside thinking too easy; with one final breath he held in, it felt like time slowed down, as the bullet left the chamber hitting the coin directly in the center. Cocking the bolt back to eject the spent shell and reloading a new one he shot again through the hole in the dummies he created the first time shooting the coin.

He was sent to a different part of the base designated for sniper training, as he was walking he saw the Darcsen woman from early hitting at a fifty-fifty percent, he glanced for maybe a second too long as the woman turned around and smiled at him causing him to glare with his blue eyes walking off.

There stood a boy probably no older the fifteen with a cross shaped scar on his forehead, talking about how he will make the imperial pay and become a hero 'what a fool, probably won't last two days'. Listening to the boy was an older woman smiling kindly showering him with words of encouragement. The other sniper who got his attention was a woman in a corner glaring icily at anyone who dared approach her 'crap that chick gives me the creeps, like she's a wolf looking for her prey'.

The others didn't look important to him; taking a empty seat far away from the others so he can think of ways to get discharged 'Hmm maybe if I slack off enough they'll just give me the boot, or maybe pick a fi-' his thoughts were interrupted by the boy he saw earlier with the woman behind him. "Hey there mister the names Oscar Bielert and this is Catharine, what's your name mister" said the boy extending his hand with a large smile.

Grunting in annoyance as he glared at the annoying teen "What the hell you want brat can't you see I'm busy here thinking" said Cezary sitting back. "Geez mister don't have to be a douche about it just trying to be friendly here" responded Oscar. "Well kid I ain't your friend, and have no urge to be, you'll probably die anyway so do me a favor and piss off, kay" said Cezary with a smirk. Catherine smile fell for a second and grabbed Oscar "sorry to bother you" said the woman softly dragging the teen away before things got out of hand.

The sniper corp. instructor walked in with a lazy look on his face sighing he said "How bothersome, the names Sergeant Anavel Gato, so follow me to acquire your new rifles and do some drills so I can begin assessing your skills" was all the man said grabbing his pack in his breast pocket and lighting his cigarette.

"Repeat after me" shouted Sergeant Gato.

"This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God, I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is Gallia's and there is no enemy!" repeated all the snipers with a hand on their rifles. 'What a joke if this one breaks I'll just get a new one and I am only fighting till they say the Empire left and I can go home' thought Cezary.

"Well mister Regard congratulations on passing all test and trials, you're now a Private first class make your country proud, you're to wait in the designated gathering area for squad seven, commanding officer, for further orders" was all Rodriguez said. Cezary walked away without a word. 'Well at least I won't be in the meat grinder; hey if I am lucky I won't even get shot at or risk my life once' were his thoughts as he walked to the staging area.

As he got there he was bombarded by loud noise of people talking over each other, rubbing his head in annoyance he bumped into a quiet woman who was in a trance stroking her sub-machine gun. 'What a weirdo, man I just need a nap' thought Cezary walking towards a tree and taking a seat on the ground holding his rifle between his legs, his eyes closed as the chaos around him continued. He heard a rustle by him, he ignored it; but then he felt someone sit next to him which caused him to awaken and look in the direction of the offender, and was yet again facing the Darcsen woman from early smiling gently at him.

"Hi nice to meet you I am Nadine, an engineer assigned to squad seven as of today and you are" said Nadine not noticing the look of pure disgust and annoyance on Cezary face. As Cezary was going to shout at the woman to stay as far away from him and to never come near him ever again, he was interrupted by the entrance of all the squad's commanding officers.

"Ummmm hello if all of squad seven please follow me *glared from behind* oh yes my name is Welkin Gunther" was all Welkin said earning a glare from Alicia. All members of squad seven got up He could see other snipers he remembers from training a few shock troopers including the crazy lady from earlier and a guy with a see thru eye patch with an orange haired girl on his arm, none of the scouts seem bothersome to him beside the old Darcsen man who he remembers from the truck drive. As for engineers he saw a guy who had what looked like a Darcsen doll tied to his gear and then that Nadine girl who was behind him.

"Did I offend someone in the brass or something? Why me? God why can't you not stop messing with me? Bad enough I am going to fight but with two oily bastards who only bring bad luck….. I hate this shit but I won't die, cause number one always comes back alive as long as he looks out for number one" said Cezary to himself.

Well what cha think I know pretty bad but like I said its to kill stress, plus I like Cezary and Nadine not enough stories about em. well R&R