The commissar stared blankly at the dark-skinned man with a claw-marked scar on his face holding what seemed like a fruit; he appeared to be a fruit vendor. He understood the vendor's language but could not read the any of the written signs. The man offered his product again.

"So are you buying-"

Commissar Forschner cut him off and asked, "Where am I, citizen?"

"What?" the vendor asked in confusion, "If you don't know, why were you staring at my products for so long?"

"Answer my question, citizen!" the commissar demanded, raising his voice, "Where is this?"

"Why the Kingdom of Lugnica, of course. What are you, a fool?" the vendor scoffed.

Irked by mockery from a merely imperial citizen, the commissar lashed out and grabbed the vendor by his collar. The commissar's eyes showed that the vendor's next words can decide his life or death.

"Do not TRIFLE with me, citizen. I am asking you which planet this is," the commissar clarified, raising his bolt pistol to the vendor's head.

"Hey! You need to calm down," the vendor yelled, startled, "What is that thing anyway?"

The commissar lowered his weapon and gave the man a chance to talk.

"Look, I don't know what you mean by this 'Planet'. This is the Kingdom of Lugnica. I don't know what more you want to know."

The commissar turned away to think. By some chance, he woke in a different place. He had heard the rumors of the effects of the Warp, like the Warp drive used in cruisers and other vessels, how a malfunction could send people to strange worlds and times. Perhaps he was sent to a feral world, savages disconnected from the Imperium and the Immortal Emperor of Mankind.

"Is there a planetary defense force around here? An Imperial Guard post?" the commissar switched his tone.

"Guard house? Yeah. You follow up that road, to that castle," the vendor answered.

"You have my gratitude, citizen. I shall forgive your misdoings for this time, for you had no way of knowing who I am. May the Emperor guide your soul, even in this lost world," Commissar Forschner replied as he took off towards the direction that the vendor pointed out to.

As he walked, Forschner discovered that a massive abhuman populations, like the felinids, dwelled in this world. Some were borderline Xenos, having the appearance of Kroots and such. It was strange, but he decided to pay no mind. Not too long after leaving the vendor, Forschner spotted a silver haired female speaking with two guards. They were hardly armoured, dressed in fancy white garments. Commissar walked up to ask them questions. He overheard their conversation as he approached them.

"It's an invaluable piece of item. Please help me find that insignia," the silver hair female requested.

"Guardsmen!" the commissar called out, "I am commissar of the 8th Cadian Regiment, the Lord Castellan's Own. Lead me to your post, or the nearest communication method."

The men and the female standing next to them seemed confused.

"I gave you an order, guardsmen," the commissar confirmed.

A guard stepped up and asked the demanding commissar a question instead.

"An order? Are you lost, citizen?" he mocked.

"Citizen?" Forschner jumped, "You dare refer to an officer of the Imperial Guard as 'citizen' and ignore his order? Your disrespect is noted and will be punished accordingly!"

Forschner raised his voice. Threatened, the guards took a defensive stance and hovered their hands above their swords.

"Treachery! You dare challenge me?" the commissar screamed; he drew his power cutlass from its scabbard and prepared for combat.

The two guards charged at the commissar with their blades drawn. The commissar shot a round into one of the guards, exploding his head. The thundering noise of the bolt pistol and the bloody corpse caused a massive panic in the streets. The second guard's sword clashed with the power cutlass, resulting the sword being split into two. The commissar cut down the other guard with ease, leaving only a bloody mess. He turned to see the terrified silver haired female conjuring some sort of magic and discovered that she had pointy ears.

"Your trickery will not work on me, Eldar witch!" the commissar yelled. He shot his bolt pistol at the female. Blood splattered as the female fell. Satisfied in his victory, Forschner smiled and awaited loyal guardsmen to arrive and resolve the situation. To his surprise, the air around began to freeze. Behind him, there was a giant being in the shape of a beast staring down at the commissar.

DIE! The commissar heard, as his head dropped to the floor.

The commissar regained his vision to see the same fruit vendor before him.

"What? So you want this apple or not?" he asked in a familiar tone.

The commissar's eyes widened in disbelief as whispered to himself, "By the Emperor, what is happening to me?"