Lucien was aboard the bridge, unsurprising as he was the Navigator. They had not seen anything for quite some time but he was leading towards something,<em>something</em>. Something could be an awful lot of things. A Ork Hulk or Hive Fleet, or perhaps a long forgotten world. All he knew was that out there somewhere, and not too far away, there was energy. Enough energy to be made out through a veil of the warp that made viewing difficult. His robes were hanging low, moving slightly as the breeze of the bridge venting system moved through. Both eyes were focused outward, both his real and prosthetic eye. Although he wasn't looking at any literal stars, his gaze was into the warp.