A guardsman, a techpriest and a Commissar!

I groaned as I sat up again, my muscles didn't ache but I had an even bigger migraine than when I first woke up and I could feel... something in my head, as if I had an extra limb, I tried to flex my new limb when my hand started to crackle, lightning arced between my fingers and lanced everywhere but me, scorching everything the lightning struck. I could feel myself being drained though, not physically but mentally, as if I had just done a hard puzzle. I quickly released my new 'limb' and the lightning stopped. I stood up and looked around, my surroundings had changed drastically, the walls were stone and the Aquila was carved into the wall's, all in all it looked like a standard bunker, but with differences, there was a machine in the wall, a large steel door and a ladder going up and down. Putting down my loot which had stayed with me I walked over to the ladder and looked down, the ladder glinted as it went down before ending 3 floors down.

I quickly climbed down the ladder to the floor beneath the starting one, inside was several bunks and footlockers, the beds were clean to an extent and the footlockers empty, each footlocker at the imperial two headed eagle stenciled on the front. I turned around and continued down another level, although this level contained several machines, most of which looked like miniature Manufactorum, a large monitor was on the side but was blank. I continued down, the next floor was what looked like an armory, several shelves and Armor stands were lines against the wall with lockers and another monitor. As I stepped back I noticed a flash of white in the corner of my eye, my face quickly swung in it's direction as I started walking towards it, when I reached it I felt relief. It was a piece of paper written in low gothic, I raised the page up to my eyes and started reading what was on it.

Status report

Sergeant Avitus, 2nd battalion 3rd company 2nd krieg regiment

Date: Unknown

This is Sergeant avitus, I'm writing this message to report what happened and hope you find a way to get back to imperial space. Several months ago my squad and I were transported here, we have no knowledge of how or why but we know it wasn't our own fault. When we arrived we found we weren't the only ones, several other soldiers had arrived here by unknown means. Several of our rank had become psykers, we don't know why but this discovery leads us to believe we were transported here either by the Emperor... or chaos. The original psyker attached to my squad had attempted to delve into the warp, imagine our surprise when he started crying and screaming that the warp was calm, no chaos, no daemons. We're lucky though, a techpriest was brought with us, he is eccentric but he managed to craft us these small manufactorum's for creation of gear and parts.

Our attempts to explore outside have proven fruitful, although many of the men are furious. Our bunker is located on a xenos world, several types of xenos live on this world, reminds me of the T'au, These ponies as far as we can tell from a scout from the Tallarn regiment had managed to eavesdrop on, are the dominant species, not very advanced technology wise and making advanced use of the warp. Our attempt to make first contact went horrible as several of the ponies attacked, they managed to kill a soldier from the cadian regiment, young lad died from a spear to the throat. We of course executed the xenos and burned their village to the ground, they deserved it.

Hopefully if you found this note then you are purging the planet as you read this.

I let of a sigh as I finished the note, looks like I wasn't the only one here. A large clang echoed throughout the bunker making me spin around quickly, my lasgun at the ready. I waited tensely as shuffling and muttering could be heard above, quickly followed by clanging as something climbed down the ladder. I grimaced as my headache came back in full force, my weapon swaying as a red robe climbed down the ladder, a large mechanical limb was attached to the beings back, my gun lowered slightly as I took notice of the symbol of the adeptus mechanicus imprinted on his robe.

"Hello techpriest," I said, making him jump in shock and whip out a laspistol.

"Who are you?" he questioned, his voice sounding filtered and mechanical.

"Names lance corporal Irons, Was stationed on Satia when tyranids attacked, we were supposed be in a sector without the fraggen bastards and were waiting for reinforcements when they struck," I muttered, my hand clenched in anger, "I'm probably the last survivor of the 3rd Guards Rifles, thats what it looked like when I had woken up,"

He didn't have time to answer as a large thud echoed upstairs. I glanced at the techpriest, his face hidden by his hood as he turned to the ladder and started to climb.