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	They have never seen snow. We got Valkyrie'd to a large town up in the mountains, where it snows. The Valhallans were actually deployed here, but we shared their base, administrata's idea of saving resources.		They have never seen snow. We got Valkyrie'd to a large town up in the mountains, where it snows. The Valhallans were actually deployed here, but we shared their base, administrata's idea of saving resources.

	It reminded me of the exchange programs we used to do back in the ~~scholar~~. But i digress.		It reminded me of the exchange programs we used to do back in the schola. But i digress.

	6345's eyes were as wide as the rest of the troops as they went outside the barracks this morning, to find snow lightly falling. It wasn't long before snowballs were being thrown, and a few of the more artistic members had made a statue of The Emperor out of a block of ice they had found.		6345's eyes were as wide as the rest of the troops as they went outside the barracks this morning, to find snow lightly falling. It wasn't long before snowballs were being thrown, and a few of the more artistic members had made a statue of The Emperor out of a block of ice they had found.

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	6345 got her Exaltation Team together again. They all stood there in their cold weather gear, pom poms shaking for us, their muffled cheers driving the men to victory.		6345 got her Exaltation Team together again. They all stood there in their cold weather gear, pom poms shaking for us, their muffled cheers driving the men to victory.

	After the game, 6345 and I hitched a on a chimera down to the local town, and enjoyed the entertainment district. It was rather quaint, with quality pubs and eateries, and even an amphitheater, where some local youth were putting on a show about two young nobles who were very much in love or something. 6345 and it ~~watched~~ for a while, my commissarial uniform getting us in for free.		After the game, 6345 and I hitched a on a chimera down to the local town, and enjoyed the entertainment district. It was rather quaint, with quality pubs and eateries, and even an amphitheater, where some local youth were putting on a show about two young nobles who were very much in love or something. 6345 and I watched it for a while, my commissarial uniform getting us in for free.

	We continued on, until 6345 pulled on my jacket, and pointed to a small store on the corner. We entered, the shopkeep welcoming us happily. He said how much of an honor it was to have a member of the guard in his store, and that anything we wanted would be half price.		We continued on, until 6345 pulled on my jacket, and pointed to a small store on the corner. We entered, the shopkeep welcoming us happily. He said how much of an honor it was to have a member of the guard in his store, and that anything we wanted would be half price.

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Part 7

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Part 20

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	Finally, I get a chance to talk to you again Tricero. Things have gotten busy with the end of the RnR.		Finally, I get a chance to talk to you again Tricero. Things have gotten busy with the end of the RnR.

	I used to hate packing up my office. I'd always ~~loose~~ things, or misplace them, or not even bother packing at all. But with 6345 here, things are so much Easier. I had gone out with one of the Reconnaissance Teams to find a new town to turn into a fortified base of operations, leaving 6345 to take care of the packing of our shared work and living spaces. We found a small lower mountain town, to low down for snow, but with huge hydro and geothermal power plants, that provided electricity for the surrounding cities.		I used to hate packing up my office. I'd always lose things, or misplace them, or not even bother packing at all. But with 6345 here, things are so much Easier. I had gone out with one of the Reconnaissance Teams to find a new town to turn into a fortified base of operations, leaving 6345 to take care of the packing of our shared work and living spaces. We found a small lower mountain town, to low down for snow, but with huge hydro and geothermal power plants, that provided electricity for the surrounding cities.

	It was perfect. The mountain behind us acted as a natural wall, and provided the raw materials needed for the manufactorium to produce the fortifications we were to assist in building. While many people point out that the 68th Krieg Field Artillery is just about having big guns, they are also incredibly skilled at making fortifications in which to house them. We joined with the 83rd Krieg Fortification Engineering team, affectionately nicknamed Engineer-tans due to their tan-colored greatcoats that hide the dust that they work in more effectively than the standard grey or black favored by Kriegers. We arrived in the little town, Mikuru, to find that the barracks had already been constructed, in addition to a number of sentry towers, and automated ammunition dispensers at all the key junctions in the quickly growing barracks fortress complex.		It was perfect. The mountain behind us acted as a natural wall, and provided the raw materials needed for the manufactorium to produce the fortifications we were to assist in building. While many people point out that the 68th Krieg Field Artillery is just about having big guns, they are also incredibly skilled at making fortifications in which to house them. We joined with the 83rd Krieg Fortification Engineering team, affectionately nicknamed Engineer-tans due to their tan-colored greatcoats that hide the dust that they work in more effectively than the standard grey or black favored by Kriegers. We arrived in the little town, Mikuru, to find that the barracks had already been constructed, in addition to a number of sentry towers, and automated ammunition dispensers at all the key junctions in the quickly growing barracks fortress complex.

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	What? Valhallans? Scrumball?		What? Valhallans? Scrumball?
	Rally the men, and tell those Valhallans that they're in for it.		Rally the men, and tell those Valhallans that they're in for it.

			Recorded 4120988.M41
			68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain
			Autoscribe #303440288

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	What? Valhallans? Scrumball?		What? Valhallans? Scrumball?
	Rally the men, and tell those Valhallans that they're in for it.		Rally the men, and tell those Valhallans that they're in for it.

	~~Recorded 4120988.M41~~
	~~68th Krieg Field Artillery – Saghalain~~
	~~Autoscribe #303440288~~

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	{{Story}}		{{Story}}
	A spin off of a [[Love and Krieg Spinoffs\|spin off]] of '''[[Love and Krieg]]''' detailing the further adventures and awkward romance between The Commissar and Female Krieger Model 68C #6345. Also contains some nightmare fuel about the scribe servitor who takes down The Commissar's correspondence.		A spin off of a [[Love and Krieg Spinoffs\|spin off]] of '''[[Love and Krieg]]''' detailing the further adventures and awkward romance between The Commissar and Female Krieger Model 68C #6345. Also contains some nightmare fuel about the scribe servitor who takes down The Commissar's correspondence. Depending on how you view it however, it can seem otherwise.

	==Part 1==		==Part 1==

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Part 5

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

	So 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.		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.		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.

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	And I'm missing my carapace. I left it back in the change room. Another whistle, and 6345 dives on top of me, as dirt rains down from another explosion.		And I'm missing my carapace. I left it back in the change room. Another whistle, and 6345 dives on top of me, as dirt rains down from another explosion.
	She looks at me as if to say "We need to get out of here"		She looks at me as if to say "We need to get out of here"
	I nodded and she crawled over me, leading me towards what i reckoned to be the command chimera.		I nodded and she crawled over me, leading me towards what I reckoned to be the command chimera.
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	what does that even mean? would it kill those cog boys to make you easy to understand?		what does that even mean? would it kill those cog boys to make you easy to understand?
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	So we crawled, and we crawled, and we crawled some more, till we finally reached the command chimera. Our guns had begun firing back, and the familiar five rounds a minute thudding out in precision timing. The trench we were crawling in lead to one of the side access hatches of the chimera. I helped 6345 out of the trench, and then hefted myself up.		So we crawled, and we crawled, and we crawled some more, till we finally reached the command chimera. Our guns had begun firing back, and the familiar five rounds a minute thudding out in precision timing. The trench we were crawling in lead to one of the side access hatches of the chimera. I helped 6345 out of the trench, and then hefted myself up.

	What happened next was like something out of the holovids. Everything went slow, i saw the Orks charging. I saw Kriegers forming familiar firing lines, three men deep, las rounds strobing out in controlled bursts, each flash taking another foul xenos life. and then i saw the grenade. A crude cylinder of metal slam into the ground.		What happened next was like something out of the holovids. Everything went slow, I saw the Orks charging. I saw Kriegers forming familiar firing lines, three men deep, las rounds strobing out in controlled bursts, each flash taking another foul xenos life. and then I saw the grenade. A crude cylinder of metal slam into the ground.

	I did the only thing i could do. I tackled 6345 into the chimera. The grenade went off, i felt shrapnel scoring into me and then we landed in the chimera.		I did the only thing I could do. I tackled 6345 into the chimera. The grenade went off, I felt shrapnel scoring into me and then we landed in the chimera.
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	Again? ~~whats~~ the matter with you?		Again? what's the matter with you?

	So there i am, lying on the floor of the chimera, as i feel the pool of blood slowly growing underneath me. Years of training kick in, as i roll over and push myself to my feet. What sort of commissar lets himself get bothered by a little bit of shrapnel in the back? If the legendary Johnathon Fuklaw isn't stopped by it, I won't be stopped by it either.		So there I am, lying on the floor of the chimera, as I feel the pool of blood slowly growing underneath me. Years of training kick in, as I roll over and push myself to my feet. What sort of commissar lets himself get bothered by a little bit of shrapnel in the back? If the legendary Johnathon Fuklaw isn't stopped by it, I won't be stopped by it either.

	I looked at 6345, and noticed she was still wearing her apron. She looked at me, and then removed her pack, producing a thermos of recaf for me. What i would do without that girl, I don't know. I grabbed the thermos, lifted my mask and drained it. The command crew outlined the enemy, a small force of Orks, with artillery, which had mostly been neutralized.		I looked at 6345, and noticed she was still wearing her apron. She looked at me, and then removed her pack, producing a thermos of recaf for me. What I would do without that girl, I don't know. I grabbed the thermos, lifted my mask and drained it. The command crew outlined the enemy, a small force of Orks, with artillery, which had mostly been neutralized.

	Commissarial training guided my actions, If there is one thing Kriegers love more than dessert rations, its a good bayonet charge. Grabbing the external vox line, I roared out the order to fix bayonets, and on my command, to charge the orkish lines.		Commissarial training guided my actions, If there is one thing Kriegers love more than dessert rations, its a good bayonet charge. Grabbing the external vox line, I roared out the order to fix bayonets, and on my command, to charge the orkish lines.
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	And I wanted to impress her. I wanted to impress 6345.		And I wanted to impress her. I wanted to impress 6345.

	Grabbing the external vox feed, i opened the top hatch of the chimera, and stood upon the firing platform. Drawing my sword, I pointed at the rapidly thinning line of Orks and Roared "In the name of the Emperor, BAYONET. CHARGE."		Grabbing the external vox feed, I opened the top hatch of the chimera, and stood upon the firing platform. Drawing my sword, I pointed at the rapidly thinning line of Orks and Roared "In the name of the Emperor, BAYONET. CHARGE."

	The yell from the men was deafening. More las rounds strobed as they charged, and the bark of the Chimera's pintle-mounted bolter added to the cacophony. I looked down at 6345, manning the pintle and smiled under my mask.		The yell from the men was deafening. More las rounds strobed as they charged, and the bark of the Chimera's pintle-mounted bolter added to the cacophony. I looked down at 6345, manning the pintle and smiled under my mask.