Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 1==
Activate, scribe, do what it is you do, you pile of gears. Wait, you're already working? Oh, she is good isn't she.

Today, I woke to find my newly appointed maid standing at attention with a what passed for breakfast on Saghalain, and a steaming pot of [[recaf]]. I mumbled good morning as i stretched, and she placed the breakfast tray down on the side table.

I yawned, and when my eyes opened after it, she was gone again, and i heard muffled noises out in my office. Grabbing a ration bar from the tray, i duffed my commissarial hat, bathrobe and slippers, and made my way to the small table in my sleeping quarters.

This had been morning routine before she had arrived, so to my surprise, the table was already set out. Dataslates containing all the reports for the day, another pot of recaf.

and a small vase, with a flower in it.

Saghalain is a desert, we're surrounded for the next forty kilos by sand, sand, and more sand.

I'll give her one thing, the girl knows how to get things done.

Recorded 4111988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288