It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

Thankfully for you, those were the last battles you were going to be facing head-first, because you were being moved to assist in Supply Trench #41. There, you were (relatively) safe from enemy artillery and infantry, standing alongside on-site engineers and Techpriests to work on any damaged Basalisk Batteries. One of these said Techpriests is Gisreldi, as strange as the name may sound. She was... Cold, to say the least, but she warmed up to you.

Weeks later, the two of you were an official couple! Wow, that happened fast. You awoke to the sound of heavy artillery and non-chelantly made your way to the Medical tents. There, Gisreldi was working on adding a prosthetic limb to a groaning guardsman. She instinctively grasps your hand with her Mechadandroid and continues to work on her patient, her skull (named D3-Beta Y, or Debby) gives her light.

"Good morning, my lovely fleshling..."

She says, in her grizzly, metallic voice. She continues to work on the patient, as Basalisk Batteries continue to fire at the enemy.

"How was your rest?"