[@Dannyrulx] "Looks good. Get your regiment if you want, this thing is fucking huge, and apparently the boys have got some extra food in the back as well. WE ARE GONNA HAVE A FUCKING PARTY!" The Cadian who appeared to be the leader shouted as the regiment started playing music through their vox-casters. "I like the way they think!" Marcus thought out loud as he went to retrieve his squadmates.

Running back to the bonfire, he called out to his fellow troops. "Hey boys! Get off your drunk asses and come with me!" He shouted at them. "What's going on? Did you find that Ork tooth set you dropped on the way to the capital?" Bertolt asked. "Hah! I wish! But nah, what I found is a a hell of a party with everything washed up Guardsmen like us could ask for, now come on before they finish eating the Squig." Marcus replied as he gestures for them to follow. 

"Squig?" Hardin asked in mild confusion. "Move your ass!" Marcus shouted as he jogged. Eventually, the four Flashflooders reached the location of the party. The female Cadian who had addressed him earlier passed him a piece of the Squig and told him to give her the ration cards later. "That's awfully generous. Thanks!" Marcus shouted back as he took a bite out of the alien creature.

"This... isn't half bad." Marcus said as he struggled a bit to cut a piece with his combat knife and passed it to Bertolt who was nearest to him. "Heh, and they expected us to kill Orks with these blades." Marcus added, noting the difficulty he had with cutting through the smallest variant of Ork. A thumping beat was now echoing around the camp as the vox-casters played music. Hardin had brought the alcohol and meat they had requisitioned earlier, and the group of four continued their revelry in the presence of all the other surviving regiments. Some other Guardsmen had joined their small group as well, sharing food and drunken tales. A Guardsman from the Catachan Jungle Fighters was arguing with Bertolt about the viability of using Chimeras in tight spaces ("If you can't find a use for a Chimera in close quarters, you're not driving them right!"), while Dace was flirting with one of the ladies from the Elysian Drop Troopers.

In the midst of this, an abhuman Felinid suddenly came into the scene, kicking what appeared to be an Ork head filled with metal fragments and shouting obscenities at it. After they kicked it a bit too hard, it rolled near the first where what remained of the Squig was roasting , and they invited others to join their stress release. 

[@NecroKnight]"Hhey! Anybody up for some kharmic payback? I ghots one ork skull made into a ball - and eight tickets worth of booze! Anybody up for kicking some ork skull-bhall?" She asked in between fits of laughter. Marcus looked up towards the Felinid and stood up. "Now yer talkin' my language!" he shouted at them as he walked towards them, now quite a bit beyond tipsy and walked in an odd, wobbly manner as he took the head from them. He started kicking it in no particular direction as he dedicated each kick to members of his regiment.

"This is for Cyrus!"
"That's for Ash!"
"AND THIS IS FOR THAT ONE BLONDE GIT WHOSE NAME STARTED WITH 'S'!"

Without meaning to, he had rolled the Ork head towards the female Cadian he had spoken to earlier, and the scarred lady with bionic implants who were chatting some distance away from the party. "Whoops. Sorry ladies! Looks like this Ork got a little too deep into your flanks. Hahaha!" Marcus said as he laughed hysterically. "Would you care to join us in punishing this trespasser, courtesy of our furry ally over here?" He added as he bounced the morbid ball in his hands and glanced back at the Felinid.

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