She smiled happily at her sister as they walked through the market. Once every two years there would be celebration in the city, a moral boost, a celebration of survival and to remember the lost souls.
It had been her first time here, she was excited as it was the second biggest celebration of this country. She had been on those smaller once, those that was close to her place.
After gathering supply and tickets she had dragged her sister on a seven hours trip one way to get there.
Over the net she had kept contact with one guy who sounded like a nice person. Even promised her to let borrow some clothes to fit into his group.
He had said something about two others, one was even from a different colonie then them. But their language barrier should not be any problem as it was close.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw him, gulped and how she wished she had never taken contact with him.
A navy and a commissar was looking their way, soon heading to them when stopped talking to others.
Her sister gave a slight smile, huff and gave her sis a small pat on the back.
"Hi, nice to meet you." He said after saying her name. She cursed deep down , it really was the one she had been talking to.
"Nice to meet you too."
He eagerly show her the way to the clothes storage room. They easily enter thanks to the navy guy. Maybe he was more then that, as they entered some huge room.
Looking slowly around as he opened a suitcase and took out a commissar uniform.
"I think it will fit as it was little to small on me on my shoulder. Shrink in the washing machine..." The gave a small nervous smile. Before showing the changing room.
The throuses were little to big, but with the belt it would keep up. The jacket fit like a glove.
Doing a huge crime, but yet not. No one else knew about this then them.
She took a deep breath before walking out, so afraid of even thinking what he would do afterwards with the clothes.
What if he was going to keep them dirty, to use them after her, to sniff them.
Walking out, she stopped. Now there was a couple's date this. To navy and to commissar.
"F*** this.." she cursed before walking out to them smiling.
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the broken Commissar
FanfictionA Warhammer fanfic. The commissar looked out the window, one girl had broken his heart jet he didn't wanted to admit it. He would make her his. while she looked lonely out the window, why wouldn't she just meet the right one. it's a try on Warhamm...
