Editing The Commissar and His Maid (section)

==Part 5==
Looks like you double stamped the date yesterday, did the cogboy not treat you right?

By the emperor, 6345 can move. The men and I went down to the hastily prepared scrumball field, only to find that 6345 had made some preparations of her own.
Standing on the sidelines at attention, was an exalting team, made up of the females of the unit.

They seemed very excited, it seems that scrumball is a very serious thing for the company. The men behind me started pulling off their greatcoats, and then, most curiously, their shirts as well. They all looked at me, gas masks still on, naked to the waist, and one made a muffled comment that sounded like
"Come on sir, aren't you going to play?"
I realized what that meant, when on Ultramar, do as the Ultramarines do. I shed my greatcoat and tunic, handing them to 6345 who appeared out of nowhere, and placed my hat upon her head.

I swear she blushed under that mask, as the hat sank to sit on the lenses of her mask, her blond hair flowing out from under it. She looked, dare I say it, adorable.

One of the Valhallans yelled that it was unfair that I was on the team, because I could just execute them all. I yelled back that I would only execute them if they played like a bunch of Eldar farseers. To which there was a hearty laugh.

Half way through the game, Male Krieger 68A #762 copped a concussion from taking on three of the Valhallan forwards, remind me to get him a double ration for that, so we were down a player.

Sorry, the mess hall calls, hold that thought.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

Back, sorry, that scrumball game took it out of me.

So she steps up to the line, to replace the injured 68A #762 but 6345. Everyone protested, us, the Valhallans, even the exalting team. But she looked at me, and that look told me that she could do it. So i told everyone to settle down, or they could complain to my bolt pistol.

And by the Emperor himself on Holy Terra, she did. Never before have i seen such fluid grace, such dexterity. She moved like one of those Callidus assassins you see in the holovids. She scored the winning point for us, rolling across one of the Valhallans' chests to plant the ball over the line.

Low on paper? oh, right, let me fix that for you.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288

There, full roll there for you.

She had done it, 6345 had carried us to victory just as the whistle blew. The whole team crashed together in what can only be described as a group at rest. And that's when things got strange. 6345 tore off her mask and kissed me.

She kissed me.

And everyone stopped. I froze for a second. And then i pulled something out of my ass about how the Emperor loves us, and that expressing your affection is okay, so long as you don't get heretical about it.

They bought it. 6345 pulled her mask back down over her bright red cheeks, and mumbled something I didn't hear. I was just glad I wouldn't have to report her, as I was not technically on duty at the time. And yes, I did check the regulations. The Team hoisted us onto their shoulders and carried us back to the barracks. Their still celebrating in the mess, I said that due to gallant conduct, there was a double ration of dessert to be served. They love their dessert, these Kriegers.

And they gave me a gas mask. I think they like me.

Recorded 4122988.M41
68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
Autoscribe #303440288