Balerius Kosh was a busy man, and that's what was expected of an inquisitor, feared and respected equally by his peers and anyone who crossed his path, whether noble or imperial soldier. His appearance helped in that regard, a rugged-looking man like a veteran soldier with a stern gaze, pale skin, pale blue eyes, bald with a diagonal scar on his face from an Aeldari blade years ago, plus standing at around 1.92 meters tall, not to mention being a psychic.

He was a servant of the Ordo Xenos, sworn to combat the threats of alien civilizations, yet his past was also marked by encounters with the corrupting influence of Chaos and the Warp.

But, despite his intimidating appearance, which sometimes led people to believe he was dangerous or even sadistic, he was above all a loyal servant of the Empire and humanity.

The Inquisitors were widely regarded as the Emperor's representatives and enforcers throughout the Empire, a perception that was reinforced by the diverse nature of the Inquisitors themselves. They differed not only in their physical appearance and gender but also in their personalities and modus operandi. Balerius, for instance, was a loyal servant of the Inquisition, yet he often carried out his duties in his own unique way, deviating from the prescribed methods and expectations.

It was the pursuit of a lead on a potential xenoheresy case that brought him to the planet Thel Amar, following a trail of cryptic clues suggesting the presence of unknown and possibly hazardous alien technology.

It turned out to be true. The group had arrived on this planet in the Ultima Segmentum sector, a world that went unnoticed, not a hive world, although it had a large population. Another thing that characterized the planet was its culture, humans here had a almost medieval attire, more specifically, what once was the ancient Holy Roman Empire, but had been changing gradually over the centuries.

The xenos artifacts didn't seem to belong to any known race. The heretics who were captured confessed to having acquired them from non-human traders, although they didn't remember the species' name, describing them as bird-like or reptilian. The artifacts' function was to open a breach in the Immaterium, but they claimed it was not with malicious intent, but rather for useful research purposes, for the benefit of humanity, and they even conducted some successful tests. The case was closed after obtaining the artifacts and killing the heretics, who resisted, as well as securing all information about possible contacts and involved parties, but they should have stayed a little longer on the planet to ensure they didn't leave any loose ends. And then it happened.

Inquisitor Balerius was alerted to a strange occurrence requiring his attention. Apparently, some guards who were resting near the military base in the capital reported seeing a mysterious white portal. It appeared momentarily and a child emerged from it, just like that.

The child, as described, wore strange clothing, but what stood out was that his hair was white.

Finally, he arrived at the room where he was being taken, a chamber guarded by four Imperial Guards. Their armor was a mix between standard Imperial armor and that of medieval knights.

Balerius Kosh wore unremarkable attire for his office, resembling a military uniform akin to a commissar's, but without the cap and with some shoulder plates, and his only weapon was a laser pistol holstered at his waist.

"He's in there, chained up as per the captain's orders," one of the guards replied in a formal, respectful tone.

Caution was necessary; nobody shows up out of nowhere like that, and those with more knowledge thought the worst. That this would be related to Chaos, obviously the chains would do little if that were true, but it was better to be prepared.

It was now time for the inquisitor to enter and see the child. He indicated to the guards that they should not enter. He would handle it alone, perhaps a bit arrogant, but he would call it caution.

The first thing he saw upon entering the dimly lit room, illuminated only by a small window high up on the wall, was the boy, just as described. He had shackles on his hands and feet, and was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. The boy looked up at him, and he could see that the expression on his face was a mix of fear and confusion.

Although, maybe he's faking it. We have to be cautious.

The two of them kept staring at each other. Finally, Balerius decided to make the first move. "So, you're just going to stay silent?" he asked, trying to gauge the boy's reaction, attempting to be kind, at least initially. If the boy became difficult or attacked, then he would have to take a more forceful approach.

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Lincoln had no idea what was happening. He had just woken up and was already nervous, confused, and scared. He didn't remember anything after touching the ground when he came out of that strange place. And now, this intimidating man in a strange suit was standing in front of him, speaking a language he didn't understand. He simply didn't understand anything. Where had he ended up?

"Look... sir, I'm sorry, but I don't understand you. I'm just as confused as you are... Ah, do you understand what I'm saying?" Lincoln said, somewhat nervously, realizing that the man didn't comprehend him, evident from the confused expression on his face.

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That wasn't what he had anticipated. He was aware that Low Gothic was the official language of the Human Empire, but he also knew it wasn't the only language in use. Other, lesser languages were spoken on various planets across the galaxy, a vast expanse with countless possibilities. He just hadn't expected this specific situation to arise at this moment.

True, he might be feigning ignorance, if this is a case of Chaos corruption... but what if he's genuinely bewildered?

Inquisitor Balerius hadn't expected to have to use his trump card, but it seemed there was no other option. He was a natural psychic, and telepathy was where his talent shone brightest, although, to be honest, it wasn't very well viewed within the Order by his more puritanical colleagues. But that didn't matter now. What he was about to do had to be effective. Slowly, he began to walk closer to the boy, making him nervous, then he stared at him intently. What happened next was an experience he would never forget.

The Inquisitor's eyes gleamed with a deep blue, like they were on fire. Lincoln looked at him with fear and amazement. But that didn't last long, because what came next was something he couldn't have anticipated. He had felt the shock that brought him to this place, like it had passed through his skull. At first, he didn't feel anything, but then came a pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He had undergone some of Lisa's experiments, both voluntarily and involuntarily, and remembered that they were painful, but nothing compared to this. He didn't think he would ever feel something like this. It was new, not just pain, but also a sensation like his brain was being crushed and squeezed by an invisible hand, something truly unpleasant. Images began to flash through his mind, recent events, names, and words from familiar and known places. He didn't know how long it lasted, but he already wanted it to end.

Accessing his mind proved to be surprisingly effortless, almost too simplistic. He had anticipated a struggle, some mental pushback or a potentially hazardous response, but instead, he gained the necessary insight, which only added to his confusion.

His name was Lincoln Loud, and from what he could gather, he lived in Royal Woods, Michigan, United States... Those names were unfamiliar to him, but the recent memories were what caught his attention. They showed Lincoln in a room with a young girl (who he now knew was his younger sister) working on a strange machine that, from what he could gather, was a device capable of teleportation...

Next, more girls emerged, also his sisters, and two more arrived, sparking a heated discussion. Eventually, another woman entered the scene, the eldest sister. 'By the Emperor, how many sisters does this boy have?' Inquisitor Balerius thought to himself.

Refocusing on the memories, he sees the situation escalate, causing the sisters to fight. This somehow involves the boy, leading to the machine firing at him, making him disappear in pieces. Then, the images become distorted, but that's when he heard something. Distorted whispers.

That would be the excuse to accuse the boy of heresy and link him to Chaos. Clearly, the place where he ended up was the Realm of Dissonance. By instinct, upon feeling the vile voices, he grasped the hilt of his weapon, he could shoot him now, but no, that would be something another Inquisitor would do. Balerius could see confusion and fear in the boy's thoughts, he clearly had no idea where he was. He continued to see the memories, and that's when he saw a light that slowly pulled him out of there, bringing him here.

That was perplexing. Everything was, for that matter. He responded to some questions and raised even more. Balerius ceased to probe the boy's mind and observed that he was grasping his head, shaking and gasping for breath as if he had been suffocated. He also noted that the boy's nose was bleeding. This was an unusual and intriguing case, thought the Inquisitor to himself, and now he knew from the memories he extracted from the boy's mind that the language he spoke was called English. He backed away, giving the boy some space, and took a few minutes to try to communicate with him again, but this time using a different tactic. He noticed that the boy was still looking at him with fear, but there was also a hint of resentment in his gaze. With that observation, the Inquisitor proceeded with his questioning.

'Your situation is quite rare. Not so, Lincoln.'

He saw how the boy opened his eyes, "you... spoke to me..."

'your mind child, don't use your mouth, for now this will do'

A moment of silence passed, and then Lincoln's mind shouted 'Why did you do that, it was necessary!?' as he clutched his head in anguish.

'Forgive my rudeness, I had to see into your mind to check if you were a threat, and certainly what I saw left me... somewhat perplexed.'

'threat... Me... I... I don't even know where I am... and I didn't ask to be here.'

Balerius narrowed his eyes as he thought and analyzed the situation, based on what he had seen so far. Then he asked, 'Answer me this. Which millennium are we in?'

The question left Lincoln confused '...what'

'The millennium, which one are we living in? No, instead, answer me three questions: Which millennium is this?, What is the current year?, and What planet, or more specifically, what is the name of your planet of origin?'

'A feeling of disquiet began to take hold of Lincoln. It all felt dreamlike, and he realized that the man opposite him was waiting for a response, so he broke his silence.'

'Hmm, I think the third millennium started in the year 2000, or was it 2001, I'm not sure?'

'the current year is 2017'

'And the planet I'm from is Earth." Lincoln glanced at his interrogator and noticed a perplexed look, so he elaborated, "You know, Earth, the third planet in the solar system, the only one with life, correct? I mean, you're familiar with the solar system, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter... you understand, don't you?'

The inquisitor's face for a moment showed emotion at that, then the continued.

'Now allow me to inform you of your current location. Firstly, we are on the planet Thel Amar in the Ultima Segmentum sector, not on this... Earth. Secondly, the date you provided is not only incorrect, but if my memory of the Imperial calendars is correct, we are in the 42nd millennium. More specifically, we are in the year 032 of the 42nd millennium... Though I confess it's somewhat challenging to keep track of the current date.'

Many things happened that day for Lincoln.

With each passing moment, the situation grew increasingly bizarre, to put it mildly. His location, the reason for his interrogation, and the fact that the conversation was happening through telepathy... But just when he thought he'd reached the limit of his endurance, the universe came to mock him, as if fate itself was playing a cruel joke. He wasn't on Earth, a fact he sensed deep down, perhaps due to some primal instinct, or maybe he just imagined it. He was no longer on Earth, assuming what they told him was true. But the year 032 of the 42nd millennium... he had traveled to the future, and it wasn't just a matter of a few years, a decade, or even a century or two.

Unaware, he had grown nervous, his face draining of color until he was pale. Only then did the inquisitor speak again, 'I see your confusion, Lincoln Loud, without needing to use my powers. Perhaps now we can continue our interrogation, which might clarify things for you.'

Lincoln gradually lifted his head, still dazed by the overwhelming information he had been given. He appeared to be on the verge of speaking out loud, but then recalled their telepathic connection. 'And... what is it you want to know about me?'

'I now have many questions about what I've seen from you, and also about what you've shared with me. I'm sure you also want to know some things, right?'

Lincoln simply gazed at him, was on the verge of answering, but was cut off before he could utter a word.

'There are many questions that require clarification, but first, I was impolite. I didn't tell you my name.'

"Balerius Kosh" he said aloud, no longer using telepathy, but his own voice, as he gestured to himself.

'With the formalities aside, we can proceed. We have ample time,' Balerius thought, his mental voice echoing in Lincoln's mind as he approached him. The afternoon loomed ahead, promising to be a grueling and strained experience for Lincoln.

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And well, here is the third chapter. Now I must say something important, please read it.

I already have followers and favorites, thank you. I know this is just the beginning of the story, but thank you anyway.

There's something else I need to tell you. The next chapters won't have much action, it's because it will be to introduce Lincoln to the universe where he is. I know you expect to see action, of course this is WARHAMMER for god's sake, and there will be action, just be patient, thanks.

Something I must say in response to MujonaNemo's comment, thank you. Another reason why I started this story was also because I searched for Loud House and Warhammer stories and found nothing (well, I did find some, but they were incomplete and poorly written), so I decided to write my own story. Let's see how far I can go. Has it ever happened to you when you search out of curiosity for a fanfic with a certain crossover of certain franchises, but there's nothing there?