<em>Things flitted in the darkness as he ran down the dank hallways of the </em>Aquila Pearl<em>. Everything had gone so wrong when the ship entered the warp. A gellar field accident occurred and many of the passengers where nothing but wheat and chaff before the onslaught of daemons and ''that which shouldn't be named". Baromir's lungs burned as he labored to keep ahead of what was chasing him. Some people that were not so lucky were... turned... and it was insidious when something wore a familiar face. Baromir almost died a couple of times because a friend or a teacher pleaded with him to follow or help. He didn't trust them now, couldn't afford it. Then he tripped and fell up towards the vaunted glassteel ceilings of the observation deck, a hole the size of a lander was smashed wide and open to space and the warp...</em><br/><br/>He came to in a medical facility. The biomoniters that chirpped at his elevated rates quickly reset as he calmed down. "I hate nightmares..."<br/>Running his hand through his hair, he felt the familiar bolt caps of the Pain Ward and the Logi Unit and as he reached further toward his neck, he felt it. The MIU he had asked for from Thraxius. It was an odd sensation feeling organic thoughts cross over to the cold metal circuitry, and come back just the same. He had gotten used to the Ward and Logi Unit's input. Looking at his arms and legs, Baromir was appreciative of the masterwork. He looked just the same save for the almost imperceptible lines of the plate edges. Running his fingers along his arms left no doubt that the plates were there as he felt them, but there was almost no tug or pull from tightened skin.<br/><br/>"Avan Baromir... It is good that you are back among the conscious." One of Thrax's underlings, Moetius, if Barmir recalled, came in the room. "It appears that there is quite a huff over something in the Condemnation."<br/><br/>"Trader's work is never done, Moe."<br/><br/><br/>