Why Does Ragnite Burn Blue: A VC2 Satire Chronicle
gallianchronicles:

Source: Pixiv

SO MUCH CUTE
I
I JUST CAN’T

gallianchronicles:

Source: Pixiv

SO MUCH CUTE

I

I JUST CAN’T

Part 1.03: “The Lancers”

Avan Hardins

The drill grounds sure are big, huh…







Reiner Tristan

HEY.






Reiner Tristan

YOU.






Avan Hardins

Wha—







Rene Randall

SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOORTS







Avan Hardins









Rene Randall

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA







Reiner Tristan

Lancers! We come with ROCKET LANCES!! They’re ROCKETS!!!! On LANCES!!!!!!!








Now where have we POWERTHIRST seen this before?




Reiner Tristan

Our BLAST-RESISTANT CLOTHING!!! protects us from EXPLOSIONS!!!!!!!!






Avan Hardins

Well that’s pretty co—







Reiner Tristan

EXPLOSIOOOOOOOONS!!!!!







Avan Hardins









Reiner Tristan

EXPLOOOOOOOOOSIOOOOOOONSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!







Avan Hardins

…Well then.







Noel Willoch

My name’s Noel, by th—







Avan Hardins

No one else here, huh? See you all in the field!







Noel Willoch






Noel Willoch

:3








gallianchronicles:

Valkyria Chronicle 2’s trio of laughs, intelligence and clumsiness

It takes a special kind of stupid to hold one’s breath to the point of near-suffocation just because someone told you to be quiet.
We still love you, though, Cosette.

gallianchronicles:

Valkyria Chronicle 2’s trio of laughs, intelligence and clumsiness

It takes a special kind of stupid to hold one’s breath to the point of near-suffocation just because someone told you to be quiet.

We still love you, though, Cosette.

Part 1.02: “The Troopers”

Avan Hardins

Time for class, huh?







Franca Martin

Hey you. Mr. Class Chair.







Avan Hardins

Yeah?







Franca Martin

YOU SUUUUUUUUUCK.







Avan Hardins









Anisette Nelson

I DON’T suck! I also taste like licorice!







Avan Hardins

You what







Anisette Nelson

Whoops, let me just patch up that broken fourth wall there.







Marion Siegbahn

I hope we’ll get along famously, whatever the heck that means.







Marion Siegbahn

Anyway, I’m off to make sweet, sweet love to my machine gun. Quite literally!







Avan Hardins









Avan Hardins









Avan Hardins

Wh—







Erik Kampmann

YOU SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.







Avan Hardins

I LOOK FORWARD TO WORKING WITH YOU, DICKS.







Franca Martin

…you still suck.







all of the adorable

all of the adorable

Part 1.01: “The Scouts”

Avan

This must be the mess hall. Good thing, too, because I’m sta—







Lotte

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU







Avan

What the hell?!







Lotte

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU







Avan

I—







Lotte

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE







Avan

…yeah, I’m gone.







Part 1: In Which An Idiot Learns of His Brother’s Death and Goes to School

Europe, 1937 AD!

Oh, I’m sorry, Europa, EC 1937.

Whatever, SEGA, you’re not fooling anyone.

VC2 logo

So anyway, 2 years ago, in AD— I mean EC 1935, the East Europan Imperial Alliance (which shall henceforth be shortened to “the Empire” because who wants to remember that) and the Atlantic Federation (the “Federation”) were at war, with little tiny Gallia caught in the middle. See, though, Gallia, even though it’s TINY, has ENORMOUS underground deposits of Wonderflonium… I’m sorry, I’m being informed that it’s called “Ragnite.” But yeah, this Ragnite is apparently the best energy source in the history of ever, and everyone was fighting over it. The Empire invaded Gallia to get ahold of all this juicy, delectable Ragnite, which was bad news for Gallia’s citizens, because who likes being invaded? Not me, that’s for sure.

Anyway, Gallia was none too happy with being invaded so rudely like this, so they called up their militia to combat the invading Imperial forces. Under normal circumstances, this would be like fighting a horde of elephants with a single ant, except apparently this ant had nuclear superpowers and was made of titanium or something, so Gallia won. Yay for happy endings.

Oh, except this wasn’t exactly a happy ending, because at the end of everything, the Archduchess of Gallia revealed that she, and by extension the ENTIRE GALLIAN ROYAL FAMILY, was of Darcsen blood, and Darcsens are basically the Jews of this franchise. I say that because, well, it’s really appropriate considering how Jews were being discriminated against at the time in actual history. Now, suddenly finding out that one’s ruler was of an “inferior race” would obviously piss some people off extra, so a bunch of Gallian soldiers defected from the militia and formed the Gallian Revolutionary Army, or the GRA for short, but I’ll be referring to them as the Rebels from here on in. The leaders of the rebel movement were a family known as House Gassenarl, which are the main antagonists of our story, as well as proud members of the Names To Run Away From Really Fast club.


Where was I? Ah yes, the Rebels. Anyway, since Gallian law forbade the formation of a militia to combat internal threats, the responsibility of fighting the rebels fell to the students (yes, STUDENTS) of Lanseal Royal Military Academy, the oldest and most prestigious (and as we later learn, the ONLY) military institution in all of Gallia. And that is where our story begins…



Mellvere, EC 1937



Avan Hardins

Just another lovely day in this quiet little village, hmm hmm, nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong as I am OBVIOUSLY not the protagonist or anythi—





Hubert Brixham

Avan Hardins?









Avan Hardins

DAMMIT







Hubert Brixham

My name is Hubert Brixham. I’m a teacher at Lanseal Royal Military Academy. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your brother, Leon Hardins, is sort of dead.







Avan Hardins

GODDAMMIT— wait, “Sort of?”







Hubert Brixham

Whoops, sorry, ignore the PLAINLY OBVIOUS FORESHADOWING. Yep, he’s dead.








Avan Hardins

How could my brother be dead? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK HE IS?








The narration would like to take this time to remind the readers that this is NOT Gurren Lagann.



Avan Hardins

…Aaaaanyway, how did he die? I mean, he IS dead, right?







Hubert Brixham

Yes, Avan, he is dead. Yep. Mmhmm. But anyway, I’m not allowed to tell you anything that goes on at Lanseal. National security and all.



(whistles off-key)



Avan Hardins









Hubert Brixham










Avan Hardins

Well then, I’ll just have to ENROLL at Lanseal! THEN I’ll find out the truth! Because THERE IS OBVIOUSLY NO WAY THAT MY BROTHER COULD BE DEAD.





Hubert Brixham

In that case, you’ll need this application form, which I definitely did not bring along with me on the chance that you’d react to the news of your brother’s death by deciding to enroll at Lanseal! Nope, pure chance. Yessiree.




(whistles off-key)

Avan Hardins









Hubert Brixham










Avan Hardins

Well isn’t THAT just convenient!











Avan goes and makes his way to the academy after like a week, because apparently hotheaded blind determination is only good for so much.


Avan Hardins

Apparently you need to wear the uniform just to get in. Welp, looks like I’m out of luck.







Avan Hardins









Avan Hardins

Psyche, I’ve got a loaner right here or something! Time to go change!









Avan arrives at the classroom, where he must do battle with his greatest nemesis: ACADEMICS!

Avan Hardins

OH NO! MY GREATEST NEMESIS: ACADEMICS! Oh well, better get this over with.






Cosette Coalhearth

HI DESU IS THIS SEAT TAKEN DESU








Avan Hardins

OH GOD A FEMALE







Avan Hardins









Avan Hardins

Sure, go right ahead! My name’s Avan by the way.







Zeri

MY GOD WILL BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP








Avan Hardins









Cosette Coalhearth












Avan fails the test. Or does he?




Avan Hardins

OH GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD







Avan Hardins

Next up is the field test, though, and that means SHOOTING THINGS!







Cosette Coalhearth

YAY!








Zeri

OH MY GOD








Zeri

SHUT








Zeri

UP











Avan and crew shoot things! And pass the field test, but who cares about that?



Rodriguez

Alright, you all passed. But you also suck, so you get put into Class G, full of people like you who also suck. Happy hunting!





Avan Hardins

WHO CARES, WE MADE IT!







Zeri

DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT THE DRILL INSTRUCTOR SAID









And thus began Avan’s life at Lanseal.