<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Oh Emperor of Mankind, <br/>Send Your gaze to me with benevolence, <br/>Watch over Your servant and solider, <br/>And protect me from peril."</span></em></span></div><br/>Cain muttered the Litany of Protection while asleep in his quarters. Warp travel was unnerving to most humans but especially so to psykers. The whispered blasphemies of the daemons beyond the Gheller Field sent chills up Cain's spine and often he forced himself to get inebriated and sleep when possible. Hypno-indoctrination during his years confined to the Black Ships took over and so he repeated in hushed whispers the Litany that help stay the daemons and protect his mind. The daemons still approached him, but they had to meet Cain on his terms, within his own mind.<br/><br/>"Pyrist Cain Mallear," the monotone vox of the servo-skull penetrated his dreams...<br/><br/>... and Cain woke up to the bright incandescent lights in his room. It was decorated with minimal appointments, a couple of purity seals, the skeletal model of some small and vicious feline creature, an aquarium with assorted fish and jellies, and his workbench. "Pyrist Cain, the Esteemed Captain Avorn wishes for you to join her in the Officer's Messhall." The servoskull hovered in place awaiting his answer and began to repeat its message when Cain finally shooed it away.<br/><br/>"Yes, I got your message, be gone with you." He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and massaged the headache from his temples before sliding out of bed. Eyes still blurry, he shuffled over to the shower and disrobed. A quick and refreshing few minutes later and Cain was ready to venture within the long hallways of the<em>Void Bound</em>. Intermittently he met other crew as he walked from floor to floor and room to room. They gave him as wide a berth as possible in the ship, because they were nervous of him. Quite literally the sole survivor of Seldon's Fall unless others managed to leave the planet and he was a psykic to boot.<br/><br/>Stepping into the Officer's Mess, Cain appreciated the form and figure of Captain Avorn. As Cain walked through the ship he felt the psychic resonance of sexual release from many of the ship's officers and crew and here in the Officer's Mess, Captain Avorn almost radiated hers. Walking down the silver gilded floor and wall, Cain took a seat 3 chairs down from the Captain, "Good Evening, Captain, I trust your are feeling at the top of your game?" A knowing smirk crept across his face.<br/><br/>