Ninke couldn't help but smile as she watched the scene around her. Guardsmen reveling in their victory, happy faces all around. The Cadian she had been speaking to had even started to take part in somekind of ball game started by a Guardswoman who looked a bit odd, but at this point Ninke hardly cared. She took several more swigs of her amasec, slow and small at first but as she went she drank more and more until her flask was empty and she frowned a bit, turning it upside down to make sure it was all gone. She quickly devorued the rest of the spicy red meat from the squig, gulopoing the meat down hungrily heedless of the grease that dribbled down her chin and onto her poncho, smiling at the taste. She began walking over to those fancing about the fire with new liquid courage in her veins... which was when the Commissar arrived.

Even the drunkest Guardsmen stopped for a moment when he appeared, fear and trepidation filled the air as Ninke gulped, worried aboout what he would do... but such was not needed. With a warm smile and a question to join in was met with cheers and the music being turned back up and Ninke smilling and laughing despite the cold stings against her scars... she supposed then everything might just be alright. It was then that the ork head rolled towards her, stopping at her legs as hit bonked against them. She smiled and looked down... the snarling face of an ork staring back up at her.

All at once Ninke's smile dissapeared, color draining from her face as she stood over the macabre ball that glared up at her...  she couldn't move for a good few moments. Slowly though, her face darkened. Suddenly the little pin pricks of the cold air against her scars felt like agony endless, the aching of her metal limbs seemed to weigh all the heavier on her and the party dissapeared. She was at the breach... no the ork trap... no the  cathedral. The Snarling, shouting and screaming greenskins laughing and cutting down everyone she ever knew. Sergeant Boers, Privat Teks, Commissar Jarack, Lt. Aveeris, the cadian whose name she never learned... Belgond... tears streemed down her face, catching in the webbing of her scars. She lifted her left foot but did not kick the ball, instead she stomped it. Hard.

A harsh crack sounded as she smashed its nose. Then she did it again. And again. again. She kept stomping on the ork skull heedless of the metal that had been added, cracks sounding as her bionic leg fractured the bones in the orks face and dented the metal that had been added. She stomped for Boers, Jarack, that Cadian, her scars and her limbs... and Belgond. She started screaming, the music loud enough to drown it out for anyone near the fire. Then with a last scream she finally kicked it away as hard as she could, the 'ball' sailing through the air, the orks snarling face now a mess of cracked bone, dented metal and even more deformed than before. She slowly calmed, looking up at the Cadian woman, the felinid, the man from a regiment she hadn't known and the commissar... then she turned.

She had fucked up. Why had she done that? What was that? She started clumsily running away, tears blinding her as she stumble-ran away with alcohol still running through her veins. She had no idea she was running straight towards what was about to be a fight between human and abhuman. getting in between them would most likely be a bad idea but she could not tell where she was going.