Records of the Holy Orders of the Emperor's Inquisition, the Forgeworld Journals.
Journal Entry Part Two: December(?) 40,000(?)
What happened next... it just kept getting stranger. I was told that I would be coming with her to a vessel under her command, and that I would tell her everything I knew. With that out of the way, I was almost dragged out of there. I did manage to grab ahold of my lascarbine on the way out, but her guards confiscated that. I was taken aboard the Inquisitor's personal landing craft and up to the vessel waiting in orbit. So far, I had not been treated harshly, or threatened, but I was still worried. No weapons, no squad mates to help, and no bearings. After being brought up to the ship, I was escorted to a room and told to stay in it until summoned. To make sure of this, they had a guard posted outside of my door. What was probably a few hours later, The Inquisitor stepped in. She wanted to know how I was found, what I knew. All of it.
And I told her. I told her how I'd been relaxing one day, fell asleep at one point and woke up in the middle of a battle. I knew a little about the 40,000 millenium, enough to recogonize the two sides, and a little more. And then, then everything faded away. I could still hear my voice, I could hear myself talking, but I couldn't understand the words. This went on for some time, and then it stopped. But the expression on her face... that worried me much more than anything up until then. It was a mixture of grim determination and a slight hint of fear.
I was left alone after that. I'm glad I still write in English. I'm not sure if I want them to know that wasn't myself doing the talking all the way. Now, I think I'm going to rest. It's been a long day, and longer still since I slept in a bed.