Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40k. Warhammer 40k belongs to Games Workshop
The next thing I began to feel after I opened my eyes was a headache that felt like Vulkan was using my head as an anvil.
I felt something wrapped around my chest that was making it hard for me to breath. Groaning I began to open my eyes and looked around.
It looked like I was inside of some kind of transport. I found myself strapped into one of the seats that were on the wall with the seatbelt lightly cutting my of breath. After I had looked my seat for some kind of release I finally found the button that would release me. After that I stood up and began to shake myself to wake up my legs.
When I had finally reorganized myself I began a closer inspection of myself and my surroundings. The first things I noticed about me was my outfit. If was the same I had worn in the warp or dream. It was as mentioned before a normal commissar attire you could find in the commissar miniatures and artwork of 40K.
The weapons were also more or less standard regarding a commissar. The pistol that was holstered on my right hip was actually not just a simple gun but a big blocky Bolt Pistol with golden skulls and imperial Aquila and all.
The sword on my left was also not just a normal one. Instead it was a saber like power sword which I was able to identify because of the small device above the weapons handguard. The blade itself was so polished that I could see myself in it like in a mirror.
The face that looked back at me seemed to be me but about 5 years older than I was. I took one of my gloves off and began to feel my face. It was shaven and i could also feel a scar that went along the right side of my jaw.
After that I continued to inspect the sword and found a small switch at the grip. As soon as I had flipped it the blade was engulfed into a bluish forcefield. If this thing was lore accurate then I would be able to cut through nearly everything.
I kept searching my pockets and uncovered other things like spare magazines and ammo for my gun. I also found a water can, rations and a small book. The book had a red cover and a golden Aquilla on it. When I opened it I discovered that it was filled with prayers and other religious texts. While I red in the book a thought entered my head and I paused. As much as I knew the lingua franca in the imperium was either high or low gothic a language that was as many speculated put together by several earth languages.
So looking at the fact that I only spoke three languages and one of them bad I shouldn't be able to read anything. But I was able to read texts I should not be able to deceiver. I came to the conclusion that whatever had brought me here had also done something with my brain which was concerning at least.
Another thing I was able to find inside my pockets was a little passport also with the Aquilla and the words Imperial Commissariat on the cover. Inside of it were things like personal identifications and personal data.
After I had searched through my pockets I began to inspect my surroundings more intensely. As I had noticed before it seemed to be the inside of some kind of transport with some equipment lying around. I found empty canteens spare lasgun magazines. I also found a gasmask at the exit of the chamber which I decided to take with me.
After that I found a small button neat the hatch and pressed it.
After I had pressed the button the hatch lowered itself and I got the first look at my new environment.
Have you ever seen a picture of a WW1 battlefield? I mean a completely barren wasteland covered in craters and only the skeletal like remains of trees around. This was the sight that greeted me as soon as I had let down the ramp of the vehicle.
Another thing I noticed was the smell. It was like someone had poured bleach ore pool water into my nose. But that wasn't the worst thing.
Immediately I began to cough violently and nausea made my sight blurry. Suddenly a thought came to mind. I once had read a book about the first world war. One chapter I remembered was about the chemical weapons that had been used in the war. One of those had a smell like the one I was currently experiencing. It was the result of releasing liquid chlorine and was used in several battles, in short currently breathed chlorine gas.
I immediately reached for the gas mask that I had found in the transport and hastily begann to secure it on my face. I immediately took dep breaths in hope to get as much fresh air into my system as possible.
But I had breathed in too much gas and slowly darkness begann to creep into the corners of my vison and I begann to fall.
So this was now the second chapter. Looks like our commissar has made his first streps in a new world let's see if can survive it though. I have to apologies that it took me so long to make this chapter. I hope it wasn't too short and I will try to update more often but sadly I can't promise that. I hope you liked it if you have ideas how I could improve my story please leave a review.
Dealer Van Wolfenstein