Martya shoved the bisquit in her mouth and chewed while she ran. She snatched her chaingun up and charged through the closing blast door. Chagrin, the beastman she was on duty with, sighed and shook his horned head. "Martya! You do need to be more professional. You are late everywhere. I had made a point to not ask, but what DID happen to you last year?" She blinked and forced a smile. She swallowed hard. She said, "People said I fell out of a watch tower and struck my head. I did have a concussion. I say I teleported someplace where some city Scavs were assaulting a building that had some wierd colored women in it. I was there and shot some of the people attacking the place. There was a girl that got killed in front of me, and fell into the river. I went beserk and opened up on the other scavs and the humans with them. There was an explosion and I woke up at the base of a tower." Chagrin nodded and said, "Logic would suggest, that you DID strike your head and imagine the whole thing." "I had blast marks on my armor, I expended half my ammo somewhere unheard, and smelled like smoke when I was found. I had shrapnel marks on my skin and the shrapnel didn't match anyplace around here," Martya grinned at him and shrugged. Chagrin looked out of the watch shutters at the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight as the sun set over the Rymmer Highlands. He knew he had a great honor to be posted as one of the first beastmen at the fortress of Shalmiraine. He blinked as he remembered something. He turned to Martya and said, "By the way...Whilest you were busy stuffing you face with dinner rolls, I encountered your brother Vollock and Prince Kugar. They were armored up and headed top-side to the transport that brought in the beastman King, Tahnu, and grand General Gorphon to meet with your soveriegn, Kruag." She thought for a moment. "They're late. The big, important people already came and went before I snuck off to the reception to grab left-overs! What are they ....? Armored up? It's an OP! They are going to Trashtown! Something is up! I taste it in the wind." She quivered like a plucked string. "My fate is there. I'm sorry....I have to go." Chagrin reached for , but she sprinted up the stairs to the red fire-door to the flight deck. She flung it open and ran through. Chagrin was warned that Martya was off, and hadn't been herself since the accident. In all ways, he had found her personable, funny, and sort of child-like and for the most part, unsuited to the military. She had been reputed to have mystic powers of insight now and was completely different in personality from the previous person she was. He didn't know what to think, but he knew she was going to cause trouble. Media is Poser 6, and Wings. I did the Minotaur's helmet and her chaingun in Wings a freebie 3D modeller.