Hello, people! It's GetterDragonRagnarokSamurai here, writing a story on a complete whim and an obsession with Armored Trooper VOTOMS. This here is a sort of alternate telling of the second game, inspired by a crack RP with a friend. Those of Class E Chronicles, do let me know if I can use your characters for this story! I wanna try my hand at writing, and I'm myself wondering how I can write them corresponding to the situations that will happen in future chapters!


Valkyria Chronicles 2: The Perfect Soldier

By GetterDragonRagnarokSamurai

Prologue Chapter: Destiny of Fire

A Randgriz Bar, December 29, 1936

Brigitte "Rosie" Stark. Former hero of the Gallian militia, now a humble singer(and lust object of Dallas Wyatt). The redheaded woman looked over the song sheet she'd created, and chuckled darkly. That was depressing. But then, the state of affairs in her very country was depressing right now. Looking down at the simple black dress she was going to wear for this performance, and sighed. She was meant to be supporting Gallia the best she could, and here she was during the opening salvos of its civil war, dressed like she was going to a funeral, and about to sing a song that had much the same tone. But the crowd was waiting. They were waiting to hear her wonderful voice and be cheered up. Maybe if she sang it right, their mind wouldn't be on the lyrics.

Rosie resolved to make it sound as nice as possible, then. She stood from the chair of her prep room, making sure all her makeup was in order, and that she looked fully presentable, before taking one last look at the lyrics sheet. The musicians were already ready for their part in it as well. The redhead then walked out, and onto the stage. Sitting at the front row table was, of course, Dallas, waving enthusiastically with a none-too-subtle blush on her face. The rest of the populace looked particularly sad, though, for the most part. Especially the Darcsens. They thought, with the revelation of Lady Cordelia's heritage, they'd get some respect. Instead, they got such stigma that what seemed like half the damn country had turned on them, wishing to drive each and every member of the race out.

"Alright, everyone… I know it's tough out there right now, but you know pretty damn well we gotta stay strong." Some of Rosie's casual self, particularly from the days of the Second War, had surely seeped into her stage persona. "You've been listening to me this long, and it's made ya smile, so don't stop now. Let's do this thing." A snap of her fingers signaled the band to start playing, and already a slow, measured drum beat came with some trumpets assisting. Tapping her foot in sync with it, the singer started the tune, once the last three dramatic trumpet notes of the opening finished.

"Continuing to search for my stolen past… I wander…

Through an unfamiliar town… Where am I?

The scent of fire is still choking me… To the bone..

Even though I've long since left it far behind,

If you gaze into hell,

It will suck your he~art dry,

I've grown weary of all these wars and fights

If it's my destiny, I'll choose,

Just cut me a little break,

Surely there'll be a tomorrow, after today!

Won't you stop all this fighting now, todaaaaay?

The trumpets returned, keeping a slow, sad-sounding, and yet somehow still triumphant tune, before the next verse came.

Picking up and collecting the shattered dreams, I still roam,

Without a cause, and without any sort of goal,

The flickering shadows are like my nightmares come to life,

Even though… I've already left it all far behind!

As soon as I look at you, my heart becomes so cold,

Even though I'm tired of all this fighting…

If it's my destiny, I'll choose,

Just cut me a little break,

Surely there'll be a tomorrow, afte~er today!

Won't you stop all this fighting now, todaaaay?

That same tune as before, with a single tear coming down the singer's face, as came the repeat and finish.

If you gaze into hell,

It will suck your he~art dry,

I've grown weary of all these wars and fights

If it's my destiny, I'll choose,

Just cut me a little break,

Surely there'll be a tomorrow, after today!

Won't you stop all this fighting now, todaaaaay?"

The song finished, once again, with a triumphant-sounding tune to it. The only thing that really gave Rosie any solace was that it was begging to stop fighting. And yet, that song, which she herself wrote, sounded so oppressive… Still, her creative instinct wished to let it out… There was applause, though, even if it too was a bit sobered and sad. Before she turned to leave, she gave one last little speech.

"To all the Darcens in the audience, and those who support them… Your peace will come one day, I'm sure of it. Don't let those Rebels put you down, got it?" Wiping that tear she'd let out, Rosie grinned at them, eliciting full-on cheers from them all. The most enthusiastic was, of course, Dallas. Despite herself, another tear rolled down the woman's cheek. It was just like old times.

Temporary Research Base, Undisclosed Location within Revolutionary Territory

A man whom still wore the Gallian military uniform took off a pair of sunglasses which were hiding his green eyes. He was of about six foot two, and looked rather imposing in general, and surely quite serious. Former Gallian Colonel Yoran Pailsen looked at the various troops in front of him, while removing his commander's cap and smoothing out his .

So many men, from all walks of Gallian life, being experimented on with varying forms of Ragnite. As well as undergoing severe psychological conditioning. They all had one thing in common, though: They were physically strong, far stronger than ordinary men. Thus, they were perfect for continuing the sister project to Gallia's Project Valhalla: The Perfect Soldier Project. Gallia wished to create the ultimate soldier by granting them the ancient powers of the Valkyrur, and that was acceptable to Colonel Pailsen. But they would still be human. To him, and certain other individuals in his country, that was unacceptable. The Perfect Soldier would be unyielding, unquestioning, and, with the help of Project Valhalla, unbeatable. But it was shut down due to its incredibly brutal nature.

Thus Pailsen defected to the Revolutionaries so that he might better continue the experiments. He watched the results with a neutral expression. So far, they were only replicating what had been achieved so far: A hypnotic switch that turned the Perfect Soldier candidates into little more than obedient automatons. But that was just it—it was a switch. They were still not fully in that mindset. They were, when switched "off" still capable of feeling anger and fear. The true Perfect Soldier would feel none of those things. He would know only orders and their execution. And power, if combined with Project Valhalla.


I'll be honest, I never played VC2, but Class E Chronicles should at least help me out a little in that respect. This story will be covering both canons and OCs, as there's lots we don't know about what else goes on. Surprises abound!