The sensors flickered to life with a pleasant hum at the direction of their friend and mistress.  A soft vibration of ancient technology emerged under Seda’s fingertips and the high pitched cry of the sensor array could be heard making the proper adjustments and configurations.  There was a slight adjustment to be made and the machinery pulsed contently while the readings began to show themselves on the visual and audio feedback monitors.  Unfortunately, the trade houses of the Navigator families were sorely inadequate in instructing their navigators to use such machinery.  There was simply little need to read the arrays when the minds of a Navigator were tuned to the warp and to pressing through the deprivations of the demonic chaos.  Nothing of meaning appeared on the array for Abran to interpret except for perhaps a seemingly harmless phallus shaped creation on the screen.<br/><br/>Insight might be further gained from the third eye that Navigators were trained to harness.  Yet here there was such interference with his naturally keen sight.  As Abran opened himself up to the passing of the immaterium there was a high pitched scream.  Blood slipped down from the canals of his ears as the scream grew louder, more inhuman and bestial.  He could almost feel the desire to feast and devour, to consume and be one with a larger entity.  Knees buckled and the world spun as something so alien invaded his very thoughts.  Then came the pain, the horror of victims tearing at his stomach.  Lives he had taken, lives he had taken into himself to satisfy a deeper hunger.  Darkness came together to block out his sight and send him to the floor with a gush of vomit.<br/>