Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Drip-drip-"

Howard slowly opened his eyes as the instrument rang.

At first, he could only see a hazy white layer, as if his eyes were covered by thick fog. Then, as his dilated pupils gradually focused, he began to vaguely see some figures walking back and forth.

The figures were talking to each other, but Howard's ears had not yet recovered their function, so he could not understand the meaning of their words.

One of the figures noticed that Howard had opened his eyes. He walked up to Howard, lifted his eyelids, and shone a glowing object. Howard's pupils instinctively moved with the light. The figure confirmed Howard's condition, nodded, and injected something into Howard.

A strong sense of fatigue came over Howard, and although he tried his best to resist, he still fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Howard opened his eyes again. This time he could see a complete and clear image. He saw himself lying in a chair that looked a bit like the one patients lie in at the dentist's. The surroundings were indeed like those in a dental clinic, filled with machines whose functions he didn't understand.

"Imperial citizen, are you awake?" Howard heard someone talking. He looked at the man and instantly felt like he had seen a ghost.

Because the person who spoke to him was the priest who died protecting him in Shylock.

Howard felt a chill in his heart. He struggled to leave, but his limbs were completely powerless. So he could only twist and turn on the recliner with strange cries, and was hugged by the pastor before he almost fell down.

The priest put Howard back on the recliner and said soothingly, "Citizen of the Empire, don't be afraid. You are safe now."

"The logs from the hibernation chamber show that you've been drifting for almost a Terran year, so your memory and thoughts will be a bit confused when you first wake up." Another voice came at this time, and Howard recognized it as the technical sergeant of the Blood Angels Company that was also wiped out by Chaos on Sherlock.

Howard looked at the two people who were resurrecting from the dead in front of him with surprise and doubt, thinking to himself, I am not going to die, right? There should be no heaven in the Warhammer world, right?

Or was it that everything he had experienced before, from Sherlock being attacked to crossing the warp to meet Slaanesh, was just an illusion?

"Citizen of the Empire, we detected abnormal Warp fluctuations on our way to Baal and recovered your escape pod near the fluctuation area." The priest explained to Howard, "Tell us, what happened to you?"

Howard still didn't dare to speak. After a moment of silence, the technical sergeant held up something and asked, "Ancient and strange technology. Are you from the Mechanicum?"

The Tech-Sergeant was holding the sleeping Om-Messiah. In the Astartes's massive hands, the Om-Messiah looked like a potato chip.

Howard shook his head.

Then the atmosphere fell silent again. Finally, the technical sergeant spread his hands and said to the chaplain, "Frank, I told you to leave him to the ship's medic. You insisted on caring for him yourself. I don't have the experience you have in supporting the Salamanders. Now that this mortal has awakened, I have completed the task you asked of me. I leave this mortal to you."

After saying this, the technical sergeant gently placed the Om Messiah on the table and left.

However, the pastor didn't lose his patience with Howard. He continued in a gentle tone, "Citizen of the Empire, don't let Ivan scare you. He's been watching over you all this time. But now that you've woken up, we need to know what happened to you and why you've been drifting alone in an escape pod for so long."

Although Howard still didn't understand what was going on, his brain, which had not yet fully recovered, knew that he must not reveal his experience to the Astartes in front of him.

Moreover, judging from the fact that these Astartes were resurrecting, it was still unknown whether the experiences in his memory were true or false.

"I... I don't know..." Howard was concocting a lie. "I was taken on board the spacecraft, and then... then there was an explosion. I don't know what happened. I only remember the captain telling us to evacuate... and then... then I don't remember anything..."

Pastor: "Why were you taken on board? Which ship were you taken on?"

"My home was... attacked. The angels asked us to board a ship, but I don't know which ship..." Howard continued to make up a story, because he knew that in the Warhammer universe, the human world was under attack all the time, and his rhetoric could be applied to most planets that were attacked. The priest asking him which ship he boarded was similar to asking "What is the license plate number of the car you boarded" in real life, and Howard's answer was equivalent to "I only remember that I boarded a van."

Pastor: "Do you remember the name of your hometown?"

Howard: "Cybertron."

The pastor turned on the internal call and said to the person on the other end, "Evan, please help me check a planet called "Cybertron."

The priest received a reply soon, and then he shook his head at Howard and said, "I'm sorry, Imperial citizen, we didn't find the planet you mentioned."

Howard pretended to be confused and lost.

The pastor looked at Howard. The human being in front of him was suspicious at one point and not suspicious at the other.

Because if you look deeper, you can say that this imperial citizen is lying and is an enemy with ulterior motives, because he knows nothing about anything and cannot provide evidence for what he says, so it is obvious that he is hiding something.

But on the other hand, these questionable points can all be explained by "forgetting" or "not paying attention".

According to the description of this Imperial citizen, his hometown was attacked, and other Imperial regiments or navy were attacked on the way to evacuate, so he escaped in an escape pod. If this is the case, then he really does not know the name of the warship at all.

Moreover, the galaxy is too big and there are too many people. Even if this imperial citizen can tell the name of the spaceship, unless it is a spaceship of the level of "Phalanx" or "Emperor's Dream", it may not be possible to find an ordinary spaceship such as a strike cruiser.

As for his claim that his homeworld is "Cybertron," that's actually easier to understand. Some planets are so uninformed that their inhabitants might not even know what Terra is, let alone its official name within the Imperial system. Even now, some people still call Mars "Yinghuo," but searching for "Yinghuo" doesn't yield any matching names.

In the end, the priest chose to believe what the imperial citizen said. After all, he had no reason to doubt it. If he assumed that everyone he met was an enemy and then made guesses about it, the world would be in chaos.

So the priest continued to comfort him, "It's okay, citizen of the Empire. No matter what happened to you before, you are absolutely safe here. Just focus on recovering."

Howard nodded, and then the pastor said to him again, "You can call me Frank, whatever your name is."

Howard: "Geralt of Rivia."