Commissar Forschner sat in the back of a wagon, heading over to the Roswaal Estate. He held the insignia in his hand, fidgeting it around. It was a small black piece with a gem in the middle. It had golden symbol, but it was not a symbol of the Imperium.

Some time ago, he visited the Guard Post. The post was nothing like he imagined. It had no insignia or symbol of the Emperor or Imperium. When he asked the guardsmen, they had no idea what a commissar was. Commissar was getting frustrated from their lack of knowledge.

"Is there anyone who might know something about the Imperium?" Forschner asked.

"Like I said, I doubt anyone has even heard of the place you speak of," the guard answered.

"What of the Eldar who lost her insignia? Did she come by?" he asked.

"Eldar?"

"The pointy-ear with silver hair," the commissar described.

"Oh, you mean Lady Emilia. She's currently resides in the Roswaal Estates," the guard informed him.

"Locate to me its coordinates," the commissar demanded.

The guard pointed out to him the general direction.

"Any coach will know where to go if you tell them you're going to the Roswaal Estate. But it's not a place I'd go myself, to tell the truth."

"I care little for you or your cowardice," the commissar brushed off the guard's remark. "Stay vigilant, guardsman. For the Emperor," he told him as he left.

The guard waved him off, "Uh... bye? What a strange man."

Forschner bartered off many of his trivial items that he had picked up during the battles at the Cadian Gates, including a fancy combat knife, and his gloves, to make enough money for the carriage ride to the Roswaal Estates. It was a bumpy ride, nothing new to the commissar. After a long ride through dense woods, the coach stopped at a small village.

"Why do you stop? The mansion is further in the woods," said the commissar, pointing at the mansion.

"I don't think I can go any farther with this carriage, nor do I want to. This place is filled with demon beasts."

"You refuse to transport because you fear some daemon beasts that live in the woods? Is lack of backbone a common mutation in this wretched world? You still believe in daemons, you coward?" the commissar shouted angrily.

"Look, if you want to go further, go on your own," said the coachman.

The commissar jumped out from the carriage. Once he was off, he kicked the carriage, startling the horses. The coachman curse him as he took off. Infuriated commissar started walking up the road leading to the mansion. It was almost sunset, traveling by night would be dangerous, but he decided to hurry his steps and get there before it's too late.

By nightfall, the woods became a place of horrors. Sounds of beasts howling and skittering around placed even the battle-hardened commissar on the edge. He moved with caution and his blade and bolt pistol at hand.

A beast resembling a wolf with a horn crept near; its eyes glowing crimson red. It growled as it approached the commissar. The commissar raised his weapon and fired. The creature took a direct hit, painting the floor with blood and guts. The booming noise of the bolter round scared away some of the other beasts that lurked. Not all the beasts fled, however, some retreated so a safer distance and observed their prey.

The commissar followed the road, caring not to get lost or trapped. Two more beasts began to trail him. He realized that his magazine should be low of ammunition. He prepared to fire two more shots, when a large flail flew out, crushing both beasts in a sweeping motion. The commissar turned and pointed his weapon at towards the wielder. The figure was a blue-haired young female, dressed in a black and white frilly dress.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Commissar Viktor Forschner," he answered, "I was on my way to the Roswaal Estate."

"Why?" she questioned, staying on guard.

"Are you from the mansion? Good. Lead me to it," he ordered.

"What is your objective?" she asked in a threatening voice?

The commissar sighed, "I have come to make a deal with Emilia. I hold her insignia in my possession." He waved the insignia as he spoke.

Her eyes flashed of hostility when she saw Forschner reveal the insignia. She charged towards the stranger in black coat, throwing the commissar off guard. He tried to brace, but she struck him with tremendous strength, like that of an Ogryn. The commissar flew back into a tree. His armour and refractor field absorbed most of the damage, but he was still fazed from the sheer force of the assault. The female made a loop with the chains of the flail and snared the distorted commissar to choke him. The commissar tried to free himself, but her strengthen was unmatched. His conscience faded, falling helplessly to the floor.

Forschner awoke to a violent strike to his body. It was dawn, coloring the woods in orange light of daybreak. The commissar found himself stripped of his coat and wargears, chained to a tree. He was bare chested, revealing his scars and the Aquilia mark stretching across his chest. He tried to free himself with no avail. He found his assailant and another female who looked almost identical if not for her pink hair.

"Emperor forgive me," he said, spitting blood out of his mouth, "My lack of vigilance has gotten the best of me."

"Who hired you?" the blue hair questioned.

"A child," he answered.

"Who?" she repeated.

"A child. She paid with the emblem, which I believe is in your possession now."

"What did she want?"

"Protection from assassins."

She struck him with the chains again.

"Stop with the nonsense!" she screamed.

The commissar began laughing hysterically.

"Who do you serve?" she questioned in a threatening tone.

"Who do I serve? I SERVE the one true lord, THE EMPEROR, THE RULER OF HEAVEN AND EARTH!"

She struck him again, yet he was unrelenting in his revelation.

"AND UPON ALL DEATH, HE RETRIEVES THE SOULS OF HIS LOYAL SERVANTS!"

The man laughed with great fanaticism that made his interrogator retract in disgust.

"Let's end this, Rem," the other female suggested, raising her hand in a blade like manner.

"Stop, both of you," another female commanded.

Both interrogators bowed as the familiar figure approached.

"Emilia," Forschner laughed, "How careless of me. Of course the Eldar would be behind this."

"Who are you? How do you know me?" she asked in distress.

"I figure by now, all of you should have heard at least my name," he boasted, "But I shall introduce myself again, I am Commissar Viktor Forschner of the 8th Cadian Regiment."

"What do you want? How do you have my insignia?" she asked.

"I acquired your insignia through my blood and sweat, so that I may trade it with you in exchange for information. But I see that you have taken it back without giving me a hint of information. How cunning of you, as expected of an Eldar witch!"

Rem struck him again, but his eyes did not lose spirit. He glared with burning hatred towards Emilia.

"Why do you call me 'eldar witch'? What is an eldar?" she asked in complete obliviousness.

The commissar was confused. "You mean, you do not know what Eldar is? Are you not one of them?"

"That term is unknown to me," she answered.

The commissar was at a loss for words, for he had thought that finding Emilia would lead to answers. He must start his search for answers anew. He lowered his head in disappointment.

"And what does this mean? I see so many of your belongings have a symbol like it," Emilia asked, dangling the Aquilia pendant in her hand.

Forschner lost himself; he lashed out like a rabid beast.

"Unhand that pendent right this moment! It is not an object so lightly handled by your kind, you foul-" he screamed, struggling violently in the chains.

Emilia fell back, startled by Forschner's sudden reaction. Rem raised her flail.

"I didn't mean to offend you," Emilia said, "Here, you can have it back."

She tossed it on the ground. He tried to reach for it with his feet, but it was out of his reach. Rem grabbed it and handed it back. He grabbed the pendant and gripped it, closing his eyes in relief.

"Where did you get my insignia?" Emilia asked again, carefully.

"From a child named Felt," he answered, calmer than before, "An assassin by the name of Elsa Granhiert wanted to buy it for a large price. I interfered and took it."

"How did you know it was mine?"

"I overheard you looking for it," he said, looking lifeless, "I thought you looked like someone I knew."

"The eldar witch?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"You can't trust him, Lady Emilia," the pink hair stated.

"Unchain him, Ram," she commanded.

"But-" Rem tried to speak.

"He did not come here aiming for my life," Emilia told her.

"We can't be sure, Lady Emilia," Rem explained.

"Look at him," said Emilia, "He's a warrior, not an assassin. That is a genuine expression of someone who is hurt."

The commissar's face and body was full of battle scars. He has a cut run from his bottom lip to his chin, cut running for his forehead down to his right cheek, and a burn scar on his left ear. He made a grim expression.

"I do not need your pity," he muttered, "Kill me and be done with it, fiends. Unchaining me will be the last mistake you make."

Rem walked up. The commissar closed his eyes, preparing himself for another death. She broke the chains.

"If Rems sees you do anything suspicious," Rem threatened, "Rem will end your life."

"The Emperor protects," he murmured, as the shirtless man fell to the ground.

Forschner woke up in a bed unlike before, the most luxurious bed he had ever seen in his life. He sat up in disbelief. He found Rem and Ram guarding the bedroom door.

"By the Emperor, what have you done?" he asked the females.

"We are guarding you to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Ram said.

"Loyal dogs, you are," he muttered, getting out of the bed, "I wish to leave."

"Lady Emilia has kindly ordered to keep you here until you are healed and rested," Rem stated.

"Does this please you? Do you feel empowered by your show of mercy?" he asked, irritated.

"If I had a say, I would have killed you," Rem answered with a cold stare.

"You think I appreciate your mercy? Emperor save my soul," he cried, sitting down, "Am I not to leave the room?"

The two females looked at each other and shook their heads in sync.

They heard knocking, and Ram opened the door. Emilia in her sleepwear entered the room.

"How do you feel, Forschner?" she asked with a smile.

"It's Commissar Forschner," he corrected her.

"Is that your name, Commissar?" she asked curiously.

"It's my rank," he answered, "Officer of the Imperial Guards."

"Then how rude of you," Ram interrupted, "Lady Emilia is the candidate for the 42nd King of Lugnica."

Commissar looked in disbelief at Emilia. It was a feral world, lost to the Imperium, but she did outrank him. He slowly rose from his chair.

"King candidate? You are the Planetary Governor of this..." he stuttered his speech.

"Is something the matter?" Emilia asked.

"I..." the commissar bit his lips, as he was confused whether a governor of a feral world disconnected with the Imperium is still considered part of the hierarchy. If so, she outranked him, despite looking like a Xenos.

"I humbly apologize," he said, taking a bow, "I did not realize who you were. I assumed that you were not human due to your looks."

Despite looking like a Xenos, she may be abhuman. If so, it wasn't unheard of for mutants to hold power in some worlds, especially when backed by men with high powers.

"It's alright, I'm only half human anyway," she said, shaking her hands in denial.

"Half?" the commissar looked up with hostility.

"I'm a half elf, you see. That's why many people don't like me or think that I'm the Witch."

The commissar looked relieved. "I suppose such confusion is common. I do not know what an elf is, but as long as your kind is sanctioned by Imperial standards, I hold no opposition to your claims, my Lady."

"Um, why don't you get dressed? The owner of this estate, Roswaal L. Mathers wants to meet you."

He was dressed in clothes provided by the two females in frilly dress. He was led to a large dinning room by Ram. He was greeted by a pale man with dark blue hair. His attire was pompous, colorful and eccentric, almost like an Eldar Harlequinn. It was obvious that he was of noble birth. The commissar took a seat farthest from Emilia and the noble.

"I'm glad you are awake," he said, "I am Lord Roswaal L. Mathers, the owner of this estate."

"So I heard, my lord," commissar replied.

"I heard there was some discrepancy between you and my maids. I apologize for their rudeness."

"It was nothing, my lord."

"I held these feast as a form of apology. I hope you accept it," said Lord Roswaal.

"I humbly accept your kindness, my lord," he made a slight bow with his head.

"Let us eat, then," Lord Roswaal announced; they began eating.

In the middle of the meal, Roswaal asked the commissar.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"I," the commissar paused for a moment, "I do not have any plans. I suppose I can repay for you kindness by working for you and Lady Emilia, my lord."

"Even if she looks like an Eldar?" Roswaal asked.

The commissar almost choked on his food. He looked at Roswaal in astonishment.

"How do you-"

"Did you believe everyone in this world was oblivious of the world outside? I am well aware of what you are, Commissar," he interrupted.

"You know of the Imperial Guards? Can you perhaps contact my regiment, my lord?" he asked with hopefulness.

"Who? The 8th Cadians?" he asked.

"Yes! The 8th!" he exclaimed.

Roswaal made a grim expression. "So you haven't heard," he lamented, "Your regiment is gone and scattered. Cadia was destroyed."

Light was lost from the commissar's eyes. "Wha- Impossible! Cadia can not fall, my lord. Where have you heard this news?"

"Do you not believe me?" Roswaal glared; the commissar fell silent.

The commissar sank into his seat, devastated by the news.

"Such a shame. It seemed that those loyalists did put up a good fight," said Roswaal.

There was a period of silence; the commissar froze where he sat.

"Those loyalists?" the commissar asked, feeling a chill running down his spine.

Emilia saw that the commissar was trembling in his seat.

"Forschner, what's wrong?" she asked, worried.

"Yes," Roswaal stated, "the lapdogs of the corpse Emperor. Your people, Commissar."