Abran reached deep inside himself, walling off the pain and death. And before him shown the path to walk. He could see the torpedoes in flight, their slamming into the vessel. He knew the path they must take, the sure one forward. Every moment sent countless more impressions through the void but this one remained steady.<br/><br/>"Hold your fire... they are about to try to shake us... find the perfect moment as their ship attempts to change vectors and you can strike the ship the hardest. THERE!"<br/><br/>Abran's voice was steady, his normal eyes closed as the third one was fully open, perceiving the void in its infinite glory and terror. It was hidden beneath the scarf he word, but the scarf was nothing to something that could part the veils of reality.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Tackyhillbilly rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 17,<br/>Total: 17</div></div>