<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's going to be against a 32 with the -10, and I got 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=53503).  That's a success!  Whoo!</div></div><br/>The strain showed clearly on Katarina's face, growing more and more apparent as the days in Warp began to stretch on into weeks, and her forearm showed scarred marks, one for each of the men and women that she had been forced to kill throughout the passage of the warp.  They were matched to the scars on her other forearm, several dozen tiny little marks that seemed only a few years old.  Aside from this, and the rather obvious mental strain caused by her nightmares, nightmares she was all too familiar with having been through the Warp before, she was not given to complaining, instead spending most of her available time working over the entire ship, taking a mental and datapad inventory of all the various parts that she herself was going to be worried about, only exempting the engine room from her scrutiny.<br/><br/>Relatively speaking, this was a somewhat easier passage than the prior one, a trip where she had stared into the very face of horror and come away with no apparent damage to herself.  But her nightmares had never really gone away from that glimpse, and it was only made worse by renewed exposure.  Quite often she slept maybe an hour or two each night, if that much, and spent the rest glued to the ship's controls, or reading over a much-folded letter with a look like she was staring at a ghost.<br/><br/>When the alerts sounded, she had been leaned back at her station, staring out at the black, only to snap forward, her hands snapping to the controls as she barely managed to veer the ship just enough to avoid a series of six explosions, her lips drawn into a tight line as she worked the controls, even as the ship sang around them.  "By all the stars and in the name of the Emperor," she swore through gritted teeth, her eyes wide and darting over the console, even as her hands and fingers danced and worked each control with slight caresses.  "Hold on, we're almost clear," she hissed, drawing a deep breath and holding it as she moved the ship clear of the debris field.