The first thing that Stern felt as he awoke was rage. He had been so close this time. M'Kachen had almost been his, finally! Instead, some sort of beam shot out of the foul daemon, knocking him out. As he examined his surroundings, he was immediately aware he was somewhere else. His space marine physique allowed him to quickly come to his senses, fortunately, as he examined his armor's readings. Fortunately, everything remained functional, and his gear was still with him. He stood to his full stature of eight feet tall, his white armor bearing the crest of his chapter, and gazed around at the room. It was such a strange layout. Then Stern was aware of the others in the room, and he swore by the throne. He immediately drew his force halberd, finding himself surrounded by a strange crowd of xenos and heretics. Only one other being seemed awake yet, a human with a strange device strapped to him. Clearly, he was a heretech. His full hulking stature approached the strange man, and he aimed his wrist mounted storm bolter right at his face. "You there, Heretech!", he shouted in a booming voice, his vox amplifier making him even more intimidating. "What foul thing have you done? Where am I?"