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The Kriegsman, when he arrived in his quarters didn't have anything to do. He lay down his gear and after a rapid check on it followed by a much longer prayer, sat on the bed, waiting. Eventually he pushed further back until he was reclined upon the wall, and went into deeper thought. As it stood there was no assignment he currently had so there was absolutely nothing to do but wait in silence. So, he did.

Naturally, it was not long after until he was interrupted. A flash grenade went inside and following drilled procedure Draeta stood up and went forth, shielding himself whilst also trying to escape and somehow resist the enemy all at once. It was futile, for after a shock and a whack or two he was more or less helpless. He tried to resist as only someone that believed his life's worth was in it's potential for sacrifice could, but it amounted to no success beyond the spasms from the shocks including more movement than the henchmen would most likely expect. Epsilon didn't faint until his body forced him.

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Once he awoke, someone spoke. That was only of secondary importance, considering he wasn't aware of the entirety of his surroundings. it was awfully cold... Epsilon had dealt with cold before, much worse than this but something about it was different and piercing; it even got to the air he breathed. Only then did the reason for this alien sensation dawn. He was out of uniform, particularly his gas mask and it wasn't even because he was injured which would have been acceptable - relieving even, when compared to the horror of this. He struggled a little, trying to break free of the bondages but it was to no avail. Then, he did his best to examine the person(s) interrogating him but once again it was a hopeless effort, even if hope was every something that crossed the mind of the Guardsman. He was stripped down, and the best he could guess then was that he was somehow captured by a hidden boarding party from Chaos pirates of the purple-pink variety he sawn on his first deployment, the ones that somehow tried to lure him by wearing little and having strange voices. However, if these were enemies of man he'd smite them just like the last, caring not for any pathetic lusts they tried to find in him. 

No, there were more important things than answering whatever these heretics had in mind. "Where is my equipment." he said, knowing the Holy Bond with it was currently broken. If he was any judge he had already skipped another maintenance and performance check upon it. "My issued gear was entrusted to me by the Quartermaster Cadre by the Company Commander until the Chain of Righteous command reaches the God-Emperor himself, so it is my duty to keep proper care of it. Where is my equipment." After repeating his question a few times he'd take a break so the counterpart could reply. During this time, Epsilon shivered. By the standards of the other Guards to be in this special unit he was most likely not naked, but by his own standards he could only get more naked if he started peeling skin like a potato.