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!

Because of accomplishments such as these, you were promoted to an elite Kasrkin Guardsman! How glorious! Only problem is, you have no idea on how to use an Automatic Lasrifle.Luckliy for you, one of your comrades named Lizzie was happy to lead on how to use such advanced weaponry.

Near one of the many Supply Trenches, you and your Kasrkin comrades were doing some target practice on some tied up POWs. Lizzie was there, in her coat, helping you out.

"So, first step of using a Lasrifle like this is to keep a good stance. Like this..."

She said, before taking a wide stance towards the squirming enemies. You tried to mimic the stance, but there were a few flaws. Lizzie chuckled and came up to you, fixing your stance manually. She whispered into your ear, with you back to her front.

"Be sure to keep your feet straight, dude..."

She assisted you in lining up your shot and blew a puff of smoke away. To say you two were close was a severe understatement.

"Ready when you are...~"