Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 10==
Hey, wake up, come on scriber, up and at them.

It's here, it arrived today. She brought it in, and was completely clueless to what it was. I asked her to run some errands to the logistics group, to buy me the time I needed. Everything was set up and in place by time she came back.

She let herself into my office, closed the door in her usual matter, and then nearly dropped her dataslate. Standing beside me was her CO. They quickly conversed in the muffled language they always used, and then she rushed up to the desk.

It was all there, the administratum paperwork removing her from probational assignment, and describing her now official position as my aide.

Her CO signed the paperwork, and left us, mumbling something to 6345 as he left. She snapped him a salute, and escorted him to the door. The moment the door shut, 6345 moved faster than i have ever seen anyone move before. She was in my lap, hugging me, faster than a Ratling onto a dropped gelt.

I asked her what her commanding officer had said to her, and she mumbled into my shoulder,
"Permission to act freely, granted."

I smiled, her CO had taken a lot of convincing to let me do what I had done. Shifting her from my lap, I reached under the desk and retrieved the box that had arrived earlier that day.
"Considering your new post as my official commissariat appointed aide, I present you, 6345, Stabsgefreiter Sc-

sorry, what? Oh, of course, let me fix that for you. I'll get a new ink tube for you tomorrow.

"Present you with this".
I handed her the box, which she opened with all due care and reverence. Inside, sitting on commissariat red velvet, was a Carapace breastplate and a new laspistol, fresh from the forge world a few hops away.

Her eyes lit up at the gleaming carapace, as she almost tore her great coat off so she could try it on. I then noticed how different the cut of a female Krieger's tunic was.
<...buffering...>
A fleeting glimpse of flawless pale skin was quickly covered up under gleaming carapace, and then by her greatcoat, which was not not done up all the way. She wrapped her new holster around her waist, and stood at attention.
"You look immaculate" I told her, as i forced myself to my feet.

She tried to help me, but I stopped her with a hand, before pulling myself to attention as well. I saluted her. She saluted me. I was then tackled back into my seat, as she cuddled up to me again. I finished my reports like that, her cuddled in my lap.

She then skipped, literally, skipped, to the mess to get something to eat for lunch. I have never seen her so happy.

And I'll tell you this, my servitor friend, today has been the best day of my career, of my life. The Emperor must have had a smile on his face when I got posted here.

Recorded 4128988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288