Harlan Alexander Tolivar Cain was content, at least as content as he ever was. The man stood on the bridge of the massive ironclad, the thrum of the engines underfoot, the faint tingling of the skin whenever some eddy of the warp washed over the vessel's hull and broke against the gellar field. It was one of his favorite sensations... the danger and the promise of what the end of the journey would hold. New places, new experiences. Breathing air no other man that had walked the Imperium had in thousands of years or watching an ancient star flicker in its final moments, never to be seen again. Why anyone would chain themselves to a single world was beyond him.<br/><br/>Pacing around the bridge he smiled upon inquiring of the Captain's whereabouts. The woman definitely had an interesting air to her, and his vivid imagination had all sorts of questions of what she was doing behind closed doors.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>