Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 11==
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It's been a busy few days, with it being end of month, there's a lot of paperwork to be filled out, the monthly commendations list to be signed, any other disciplinary disputes to be cleared, and of course, the monthly Valkyrie drop practice.

Kriegers love a lot of things, The Emperor, killing heretics, xenos and traitors, dessert rations, digging trenches, and flying in Valkyries.

I limped to the landing pad with 6345 at my side, and boarded the Valk last, I wasn't up to jumping with them, but I would go along for the ride. Made for a nice change of pace from being cooped up in my office.

The Valk took off, engines roaring, as we flew to the drop point. Now I know what your thinking, Kriegers are trench warfare and siege specialists, what are they doing practicing drops? Well, who do you think does all the reconnaissance? The Forward Recon teams are regarded as the crazy black grox of the Krieg family. Turns out, 6345 was one of them.
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I was wearing the standard flight harness that everyone got when flying in a Valkyrie, and i stood with everyone else as the drop zone approached. The side door opened, and Kriegers began jumping out like clockwork.

6345 fiddled with my harness, and then started pushing us both towards the door. I pushed back as best i could with my injured leg, but she kept pushing, before one of the flight crew shoved us both out.

I have never been in so much terror in my life. Give me Orks, give me Eldar, just never throw me out of a Valkyrie without telling me I'm strapped to someone. 6345 had strapped my harness to her, so we were falling in tandem.

I felt the jerk of the grav chute being deployed, and 6345 hugged me from behind, mumbling something like "Did i scare you" into my ear. I thanked the Emperor that she had convinced me to wear my mask today, as it was keeping my face protected, and had these ingenious little straps to keep my hat in place.

I mumbled back that yes she had scared me, and I hoped she was happy about that, to which I got a very enthusiastic nodding.

We made a rather bad landing, my leg gave out, causing us to pitch sideways, getting a fair few laughs from the troops, but, her sergeant explained on the chimera ride home, considering the injury I had sustained, it was an acceptable landing.

That girl is crazy I tell you, but I wouldn't have her any other way.

Recorded 4201988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288