<em>The Lance of Enlightenment</em>was six months journey from the nearest Imperium position, without use of the Warp. A humble sized vessel fully that could be fully maintained and crewed by just two dozen, most of which were automated servants. There was room for more, if the cargo bay was emptied, but then they'd have no space to hold colonization beacons or the strange Xenos or ancient human artifacts they hunted to gleefully. The ships bridge was alive with activity, the servitors working away at taking down large quantities of information as they continually scanned every direction. Its guns were silent but never asleep. Just waiting. Always waiting.<br/><br/>It had been four full weeks since the last time<em>anything</em>had happened, there had not been a lost scout vessel or a populated asteroid or sentry installation. Nothing. Some were growing anxious. Supplies were well stocked, they would last years. But it was growing tiresome. That would be ending soon however, the ship was moving towards an energy signature. Impossible to tell much detail, for the Warp was being treacherousness, as was its way. The Navigator, Inquisitor Lucien Anshelm stood at the bridge, glaring out into the void of space as he performed his duty on ship. He was good for that. Performing his duties. As an Inquisitor one would think no less.<br/><br/>At the ships rear, where the top level cargo area ended and the engine room began there was a strange noise, a repetitive noise. It didn't sound like any single thing in particular, different people or servitors who had come back to investigate the anomaly had reported it differently. From "back and forth, movement" to "energy looping" and one servitor who suffered an overload during the process reported (or rather his cogitator detailed he had intended to report) it sounding like "the center of the universe." How he'd know what that sounded like was of course the first reason to dismiss such a thing. Regardless, it was not a usual feature of the ship and needed to be dealt with.