Chapter 2: What is this

"Sir, something just..appeared in front of Headquarters." Commander Kiven was not having a good day. First, the convoy bearing parts

for the new Hellhound regiment had been waylaid by Dark Eldar raiders, resulting in a week delay while new parts were being shipped

out. Then his subcommander, Renk, had quit because of "too much pressure." Emperor's beard, the man had just sat at his desk all day

and filed his nails. Though Kiven was glad to get rid of the lily-livered weakling, he had to be replaced because Kiven was certainly not

going to be bothered with the masses of paperwork generated by the bureaucracy. Finally, the servitor assigned to bring him lunch had

vanished somewhere en route, meaning Kiven hadn't had lunch yet. All in all, it was a dangerous time to be around him.

"What do you mean, just appeared? Nothing just appears unless it's coming out of the Warp." The clerk trembled, but somehow stood his ground.

"No, sir, we already checked with the psyker. Though there was a ripple in their minds, it was not from the Warp. As you may recall, sir,

psyker's are trained to notice…other disruptions outside your and my perception. This one, according to the textbooks, was a filter in a

different continuum from the Warp field. This was a breach in the time field, sir."

" A breach in the time field? That's impossible. Even the abomination Necrons can't travel in time."

The clerk shook his head. "The possibility technically exists, sir. The field exists- therefore it is possible to cross it. It would require enormous

amounts of energy, not to mention astrophysical knowledge far beyond our own, but it can be done."

"Fine then, let's go see what this thing is. What does it look like."

"It's quite bizarre, sir. It's a blue box, with the inscription "Police Box", with a subinscription "Public Call". We have checked with the primary

databases, and there is no mention of this ever existing in any known world or species. The door doesn't open, and it appears to have some

kind of invulnerable shield. We tried everything from bolters to the Leman Russ' cannon, and it didn't even budge. Not even a scratch, sir."

The Commander shook his head and walked in silence through the hallowed pathways towards the training area where this object had

appeared. The stain glass windows glowed with the late afternoon sunlight, and the figures of ancient heroes long deceased were vividly

painted onto the walls. Despite all the frustration and pain currently passing through his life, Kiven smiled. It was good to be in the Imperium

these days; so many opportunities for glory and prestige if you did your duty to the best of your abilities, and took all the right opportunities

when they presented themselves.

He approached the blue box, and, following an old Terran tradition, knocked his knuckles against the door three times. There was no response,

so he repeated the process. A harried voice from within yelled out "Hold on, hold on, bit of a mess in here. You try a transuniversal materialization

through a collapsing wormhole and see how you fare." A few seconds later, the door swung open and a young man stood there. The Commanders

thick eyebrows rose several inches as he surveyed the man's eccentric attire. He wore a long brown trench coat over a pinstripe suit, glasses that

were high on his nose, and he had an odd looking wand in his hand with a blue globe at the end. His feet had highly unorthodox red high-top shoes

that said Converse on the side. In whole, a very strange appearance. The man flashed him a quick grin. "Hello there, do I know you?"