Time has passed, the nixie displays are now reading 2 minuets and 24 . . 23 . . 22 seconds.

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++This is the Captain, all hands brace for Immaterial breach++ She broadcasts to the bridge before ensuring Shireen is locked firmly in the restraints of the throne as she sits in one of the reserve seats near the captain's throne.

Scarlet swore as she went for the nearest empty room with a pressure hatch, ensuring it was closed as she prepared herself, physically and mentally, for the ensuing warp breach, breathing as deep and steady as she could manage, reciting the scriptures of her youth and performing the breathing exercises her mother had taught her, warp breaches were arguably the most unpleasant part of being a shipborne astropath, and she didn't have her comfortable quarters to stay in this time. She would have to make due with a hard metal floor and her training, grabbing a pair of padded cuffs without any actual locks, locking it around a nearby pipe as she closed her eyes, she didn't know what she would see or feel this time, but she wanted to ensure she wouldn't hurt herself or others.

It was a little different each time she experienced a warp breach, but always the world felt like it was collapsing in on her, as if reality has shrunk to herself and the infinite expanse, nothing but her memories playing out in its infinite plains, her greatest moments and deepest traumas all on display, playing on repeat in front of her.

With her past experiences with warp breaching rather fresh in her mind, she sat and breathed, ready for it.

OOC: I'm aware that it's not happening quite yet, but given warp breaching is quite intense for psykers and its different for each person, just wanted to throw out what it's like for Scarlet, just in case the DM wanted to be mean or do something with it :P

ne of the problems with a space-borne command center designed to withstand the rigor of void travel is that there isn't a lot of space to sit down, yet one might need to do just that to withstand orders like "brace for impact!" or "warp translation imminent!"

And, as Gregory discovers, it's worse when you have a claustrophobic Ogryn that you can't keep in the command center.

Still, there are solutions to these issues. One of them is a separate, armored cabin with a nice big harness that can hold even Slab. Katyusha takes his mind off the impending transition by encouraging him to join her in singing "The Wheels On The Land Raider Go Round And Round" to distract the gigantic abhuman. The crisis, it seems has been averted.

++This is the Captain, all hands brace for Immaterial breach++

"Oh feth," Gregory mutters. He'd thought to head back inside the command center, but he really, really doesn't want to be anything but stowed and secured when they make the jump into the Immaterium, and there's a long stretch of corridor between him and the nearest berth. Thus, he ducks inside the nearest room to him... and finds himself face to face with Scarlet.

"Hey," he begins, and then he notices something; her eyes are closed, she's securing herself to a nearby pipe, and they could be translating any minute now.

He abandons all thought of disturbing her. Instead, he sinks to the ground, braces against the nearby corner and walls, and reaches up to grab the pipe before quietly intoning the parts of the Voidfarer's Prayer For Safe Passage that he remembers.

"Master of Mankind, smile upon your servant's plight, shine upon him with thy light, Master of Mankind show thy hand, return they servant to thy blessed land..."

She hardly even notices when the Archmilitant entered, speaking prayers to the emperor under her breath, her left hand cuffed the the pipe, making sure she couldn't move away while incapacitated by the transition. A measure of surprise crosses her face as her eyes flutter open, feeling Gregory beside her, his hand brushing against her own, she had worked with him enough that they could be considered friends of sort, colleagues really, but one wasn't picky when facing existential dread, her hand slowly closing around his, thankful for the comfort of another person, as she continued her steady breathing, drawing her knees anxiously up to her chest as she awaits the imminent transition.

Anticipation.

It was always a strange sensation in moments like these when so many of the crew whispered prayers of protection and deliverance from what lay ahead. Still, it was here that her pride was validated, that her duty to her fellow man fulfilled, and the value of her expertise, her knowledge, and her experience all justified. That moment combined with her communion with the greater whole of the Pious Lament through the interface of the Navigator's throne was almost enough to forget the wretched state her body had been reduced to for those same gifts she so reveled in.

Her mind focused, instinctively, on the sensations of the Gellar Field. It felt strong as it tingled over what her mind interpreted as her flesh. In kind, she could feel the thrum of redirected power to only those systems most essential to the task at hand... and the greedy hunger of both the Gellar Field Emitters and the Warp Drive that enabled such a violation and subsequent escape from the constraints of the natural order. She could even convince herself, with some effort, that she could feel the state of the crew though if that was merely perceptions of their warp shadow or an echo of internal auspex read was a matter of some internal debate as she turned her attention then fully away from what was mortal and sane to the immortal and logic defying.

Vision, such as it was, through the lens of her third and blessed eye was a strange affair that she was never certain she might ever truly explain to an ordinary man, let alone one of her kinfolk. Those sensations, those inputs, that might hold and capture the mortal eye seemed to fade away into muted static of greys, blacks, and whites that seemed weakly super imposed over the roiling expanses of the Endless Sea that lurked across a gulf that seemed all too inconsequential distance as she drew one more breath inward and released it slowly. Her mind knowing with certainty that it rolled from her in a cloud of condensation in the cold of the Immaterial Observatory. The steady hisses, beeps, and more esoteric sounds of the arcane machinery incorporated into and slaved to the Navigator's Throne growing more urgent in their tempo as their spirits sensed the soon to be fissure between realities.

"By His Light our way is lit, By His Will we see our souls home, By the Dutiful Will of the Machine, We are protected from disorder and our journey given speed." the Navigatrix whispered to herself and whomever of her kin may be near at hand as she sought the brilliant light of the Astronomicon so as to orient them according to the galactic center as reckoned by the Imperium.


Preemptive roll but just so you all know things are going smoothly. If you'll excuse me, I'll be reducing a piece of wood to saw dust by knocking on it. :D

18:01, Today: Cennet Melek Shiraishi rolled 45 -- 2 degrees of success using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 65.  Locating the Astronomican (Psyniscience +10).

Alexei quietly braced herself, despite the many countless times she had done this she never ever got used to the eery feeling the act of translation into the Warp gave her. She simply gave words to the prayers in silence as she surveyed the bridge. Maintaining a cold steely outward demeanour for the sake of the crew as she held her own anxiety and nerves at this hidden.

Transition is over in a moment, it's not pleasant for most and each experiences it in their own way but mostly it's over very quickly and as the sounds and vibrations of the ship settle down the nixie display resets to 22 days 14 hours 11 minuets and 11 . . 10 . . 9 seconds which is the soonest time you might return to normal space.

Please would everybody give me a Routine (+20) WP test against Warp Travel Hallucinations and just PM me if you fail.
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It feels just like it did when he translated for the first time; the sensation of phantom vertigo and the world blacking out, as though the universe had disappeared and he was plunging into an endless lightless void of utter cold and silence. Something inside him feels like it was trying to escape his body, pressing against the insides of his head and chest and abdomen in all directions at once and squeezing against his organs. The visceral compression makes him want to vomit, but he isn't that callow youth from Karacallia IV-G any more and he resists the urge to throw up like he did back then.

The warmth on his hand reminds him that he isn't alone here, and as he gets his breathing back under control, he glances over to check on Scarlet.

OOC:
08:26, Today: Gregory Asgard rolled 30 -- 3 degrees of success using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 60.  Warp Travel Hallucination +20 WP test.
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Scarlet felt reality collapse in on her as she always remembered it, even though she could see the room around her, she couldn't seem to make sense of it, it almost rippled as if it was alive, unnaturally shiny, she hadn't experienced anything like it before. She almost opened her mouth to speak and question what she was experiencing before the walls begin to move, a horrid skittering filling her ears as dread gripped her, the walls weren't different, just buried under a thick layer of cockroaches, a silent scream being caught in her throat as she just hides her head in her knees, completely taken by terror.

Scarlet sat beside Gregory, silently sobbing, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she's curled into about the smallest ball she could manage, mumbling something about them "being on the walls". Of course, nothing was particularly out of place if Gregory were to look, the walls are the same as the last he had seen them before the warp transition, but that didn't really help the quite terrified and sobbing girl beside him.
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Gregory wonders if he should say something to Scarlet, but then he sees that she's sobbing, and he realises that no words are needed. There is a faint voice reminding him that he could be taking advantage of her, that it's unprofessional and so on, but he brushes it aside as he settles down next to her, putting an arm around the Astropath's shoulders and guiding him into his embrace. He pats her gently and speaks as soothingly as he can manage.

"Hey, Scarlet. It's okay. I'm here. We're all here. You're safe."

Looking down at Scarlet, he thinks about how someone as sensitive to the Warp as her must feel when she crosses the boundary into the Immaterium, even behind the safety of the Gellar Field. It makes him squeeze her tenderly, reminding her that she's not alone.
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Vormav sat calmly at his 'station' his role on the bridge was limited in general but it did serve as the command center for the whole of the vessel and if there were massed casualties or rioting it was good to be able to communicate with the rest of the leadership without worrying that the vox would go out from Gellar interference.

As the ship lurched and transitioned out of real space Vormav became a bit light headed but quickly blinked the spots out of his eyes and took a drink from his flask to clear his head.

"Well then, lets hope for a good clean trip. The obvious emergent issues not withstanding."

12:19, Today: Vormav rolled 34 -- 3 degrees of success using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 65.  Warp Resistance.

All is calm and peaceful on entering the warp, for a moment at least, then the alarms go off and the screaming starts. Across the ship security troops are on the alert, firstly for signs of disturbance within their own ranks, then tackle the rest of the crew, using non-lethal force wherever possible, fortunately the military can be relied upon to take care of their own. Soon the Hospice begins filling with, attempted suicides, the wounded and a large number of sedated people, the morgue in the Hall of St Gothren receives its first customers and the cells behind the security office also start to fill, mostly for the prisoners own protection. Reports begin to arrive about the more serious incidents, but in general things are better than expected. The Pious Lament has an experienced and well-motivated crew and know how to handle the effects of a warp transition.


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Harmonia shuddered as the vessel flew into the Warp--she had never felt especially comfortable in transit, despite the best efforts of the Tech-Priests to maintain the sanctity of Reality As It Should Be.

But she knew the rites, she knew the rituals, and with a little effort and getting back to her blessings once the issue with the mines was sorted out, everything would be fine, she was sure of it.

OOC: Succeeded, spent 1 FP to make it happen, currently at 2/4 for the scene

Searlait gently grips Shireen's shoulder as they pass through the event horizon of the warp breech partially in a motion to give comfort but also to restrain her should something happen. When she was younger the crossing of the breech used to cause her to lash out in fear, and it appears this time she managed to keep herself composed.

Whenever she cross over into the Immaterium, Sabrynn said a little prayer to be extra vigilant with her mind and soul. This passage was no different.  Only she had to make sure that no foul Xenos popped out of the shadows to skewer her Mistress at the same time.

She was pleased to see that neither her mind, nor her charge, were harmed during the passage.

OOC Mechanics
08:58, Today: Sabrynn Rose rolled 33 -- 4 degrees of success using the Warhammer Test system with a target number of 80. Willpower.

++Translation complete and we are bathed in His Light, Lady Captain.++ the Navigator declared as she rested fully back into the throne, gently shifting the tarot deck to the arm of the Navigator's throne and thumbing the gene lock of her Navis Prima. Each motion so refreshingly numb and distant as she forced her mind to define the boundaries between woman and the greater breadth of the Pious Lament. Another motion soon connected her prized possession to the cogitators of the throne and begin the task of charting the journey in earnest.

The path was unlikely to be direct given the navigational hazards she could anticipate but it was something of value and one more component of her duty as her fingers moved to flag the entry point and other pertinent data such as orientation in relation to the Astronomicon, orbital positions in real space and endless other variables whilst never truly taking her eye of the endless sea stretching out before her on curved horizons. Any weakness of her treacherous flesh held at bay by the endless assault of chymical compounds that would sustain her for the duration of her rotation.
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++Excellent transition Navigatrix, my compliments++ she sends back before walking around the front of the throne "Well my love should we go home for a spell and let the crew get on with their duties?" she tells Shireen who gets up from the throne and says "First officer you have the bridge" before taking Searlait's hand as they walk from the bridge and head back to their quarters.

Once she's there Shireen runs off either to her room or to look for her other mother while Searlait goes to her office and contacts Asgard ++Any update on our unwanted guest?++

Gregory is still soothing Scarlet in his arms when the call from Searlait comes through. That said, she doesn't seem quite ready to be released for the moment, so he continues patting her while keying up his microbead.

++Asgard here. Ma'am, I passed down word about the intruder and ordered everyone to alert status, but the warp translation happened before we could go too far with it. Once we get everything settled down we'll start a deck by deck sweep. Mr. Vormav's helped a lot by providing us with the pick of his counter-insurgency gear, but the plan is to keep his people and the crew as far from the xenos as possible; report sightings, then send our breachers in to cordon and hopefully take them down.++

Having followed her mistress back to her quarters, Sabrynn tried to be as invisible as possible. Which was hard to do when you were wearing ancient power armor and carrying mighty weapons of war, but she tried her best. This was Searlait inner sanctum, a place to live her private life with her family. Sabrynn very much felt like she was intruding. But for now, until this Xenos invader was caught, she could not afford to leave the Captain unprotected. That would be a failure of duty.

And so, the looming, scarred woman tried to find a quiet corner from which to observe her charges, while still not impacting their leisure overmuch.

++My pleasure, Lady Captain.++

There was a certain relish in Cennet's voice but whether that came from the compliment itself or merely that she had performed to her own exacting standards was a mystery to those beyond the confine of her mind and immediate company. The truth was simply that to be recognized was a sorely needed thing and one intimately coupled with the need to perform again and again to impossible expectations. After all, she had once been thought perfect and fallen from that lofty pedestal through nothing more than the crass betrayal of her own flesh. The least she might do, by such standards, was prove exemplary at the sole task expected of her now.

It was to that end that her attention turned fully back to the expanse of the Endless Sea before her. An endless litany of considerations and calculations playing out within her mind, aided in kind by the arcane edifice and cogitators of the Navigator's throne before finally being translated and transmitted to the Helsmens' consoles. The seemingly endless stream of course corrections necessary to keeping them away from the most dire of threats that might be found in the Sea of Souls and adhering to the, by necessity, indirect route that would bring them to their final destination in time.
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Alexei nodded a bit to Searlait's orders. As much as she had wanted to sleep a bit, with the sounds of a unfamiliar ship to her during Warp Transit, she doubted she'd get much of it anyway, instead she simply opted to sit in her chair and rest as best she could whilst keeping a watchful eye on what happened there.

OOC. I’m going to move things on a bit here.

The consequences of the transition into the warp, as usual, provoked a certain degree of mental instability resulting in two fires, a riot in the mechanicus temple, one trooper killing his captain, a man destroying files in the admin office, and a small riot on Gabriel St. This sort of thing is expected and for the most part quickly delt with. After several hours Gregory finally manages to coax Scarlet out of the room she thinks is full of roaches and she is then able to carry on as normal, apparat from freaking out on a couple of occasions when she sees a real roach. The hospice and temple are inundated with crew seeking help and solace but it passes quickly and things return to normal.

Before entering into the warp Mr Church, the twist catcher had already prepared a search operation to seek out the missing unregistered communities, with the help of a couple of hundred breachers loaned by Gregory, they also undertook to search for any Eldar that might be hiding in the hidden places on the ship while the entire security contingent made a thorough search of ship proper. Neither missing communities or Eldar were found, a number of mutants were caught and dealt with, one borderline case has been imprisoned pending the Captain’s judgement and two more psykers have been placed in the black cells. Of more interest are the several thousand fruit husks and twenty-two incendiary bombs discovered during the operation.

The fruit husks were all together in space, under the floor of a long and rarely used maintenance corridor, low down on the starboard side, towards the rear of the ship. The fruit had been ‘lelequins’, commonly found across the sector, the tough skin is orangey yellow when ripe, as these were, about ten inches long and four across, the flesh is a creamy pink, shot through with tiny black seeds. Although not particularly tasty they are highly nutritious and one would feed a person for two or three days. In amongst these husks were a large number of rages, possibly clothing from the missing unregistered. On the floor of the corridor, there were fresh scratch marks and gouges where something very heavy had been turned through ninety degrees. Whatever it had been had four sharply pointed feet in two pairs, each foot being about eighteen inches from its partner and each pair being about eight feet from the other. There was no further sign of what the object had been, where it had come from or where it had gone, just that it had initially been across the corridor and had been dragged around to be along it.

The twenty-two incendiaries were a different matter, militarrium issue, with the batch numbers and other identifying information intact, each is a series of interlocking cylinders about eighteen inches long and four wide, they had been discovered mainly by the mechanicus who were carrying out their own search for the Eldar. Each had been placed in a location likely to continue burning once they had gone off. These were not well hidden; some were in plain view and adjacent to much better hiding places.

In the meantime, the Inquisition team had been pursuing their investigation. The body of Lord Harington Velspar was removed from the statis chamber and taken to a surgery in the hospice were the autopsy was carried out by the Chief Chirurgen, Hadrian Kennek. The servitors have been investigated by experts in the Hospice Mechanicum, the scene of the event has been meticulously examined and surviving witnesses have been questioned. All this aided and observed by the Exploritor, Arius Draccius.

The ship had run smoothly through the warp, the Navigator steering a deft, if slightly convoluted path that had avoided any serious incident and now that the transition back to real space was approaching there is the usual air of excitement and tension as the ship was readied.

The Nixie reads four hours, eleven minuets, fifty-eight . . . fifty-seven . . . fifty-six seconds to transit.

Please feel free to react retrospectively to any of the above.

Any hallucination don't persist back into real space.

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Searlait spent the days between her official life and private life in an unfortunate 14/10 split, coordinating with departments over the search for the Xenos aboard, discovery and disarmament of explosives, the search for mutants, to the clearing of the former captain's quarters.

When the Captain's quarters are declared free Medb immediately goes through the entire space, with her servants deciding what stays and what goes, which room turns from a tertiary waiting room to Searlait's new personal armoury, fifth bedroom to Shireen's practice room. The planning would take hours, the moving and redecorating, days.

On the bridge she would do her shifts, dealing with problems as they appear, occasionally Shireen would join her as well, doing the initial training of being a naval officer and occasionally some crew begin treating her like a good luck charm and enjoy her time on deck and dutifully fulfill her orders as if she were a Solar Admiral walked on deck.

On the 'civilian' side of things the childrens football game gets organised with the tournament beginning 2 days before they drop from the warp, the round robin on the first with each team having two games before the last eight are determined. On the second the teams all play against each other, the victors advancing to the quarter then semi-finals. Shireen's team made it to the quarter finals before losing to a last minute shot and getting 4th place while the finalists are the Launch Deck Furies in their black team uniforms with a stylised fury interceptor logo and the Cathedral Aquilae in their golden yellow team uniforms with a silver aquila icon.

The game is a thriller, displayed across the various screens on the ship's recreation and meals areas. Searlait is sure that massive gambling is taking place but she pays that little mind. In the final minutes the furies have a break away, two players rushing the keeper, passing between them and when the keeper expects a pass then shot and moves but a small girl, barely 10 if her slightly malnourished frame was anything to go by takes the shot into a now wide open space and wins the game. The crowd explodes with the children all celebrating or commiserating.

Taking the field she moves over amongst the crowd of children, shakes all of their hands and makes some small talk before inviting all of the children unto the pitch to celebrate as the crowd cheers for them. Each of the children are given a specialty frozen treat flavoured with fruits and berries and at her demand a fortified with nutrient while those in logistics  were in place to get them and their families their extra rations.
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High Factotum Vormav will inform the Captain and Crew that he has located the empty dunnage of 27 explosive devices matching the description of those that were found in the sweep of the hull. While he is no expert in military matters the managing of sums happens to be his specialty so he estimates that there are 5 bomb clusters still at large.

OOC: This seemed an obvious connection so correct me if for some reason I think these are unrelated. He will cross reference serial numbers if available.