As soon as his instruments noted that they had translated back to normal space--even still in the middle of the mine field--Xanatov was working other controls.  Sitting in his great throne on the bridge, covered in a dozen arcane pannels, most of which he knew how to operate, his right hand was prepared to relay orders to the gunners to shoot down something Katarina called to him that she couldn't evade.  His left hand cued machines running along the ridge of the ship. Great blinds that had blocked the view of the warp rolled back and fit into bulkheads, baring great diamond and adamant panes in the ceiling above many of the most important stations, including the bridge itself, including the hallways surrounding the temple of the God-Emperor.<br/><br/>Above the vessel now, anyone at the top level of the ship could see without.<br/><br/>Blessed stars.<br/><br/>Blessed darkness.<br/><br/>And the blessed statue of Saint Beatrice on their prow, a relic that projected a Geller field that had protected them from the evils of the immaterial—most of them at least!<br/><br/>The Light of Terra and the skill of their navigator had lead them true.  They had returned to reality.<br/><br/>“All hands,” he called, “Let us give thanks to the Emperor for our safe emergence from the imaterium.”<br/><br/>He sent a small text to Celeste asking the beautiful young chaplain to hold services for the crew before they made planet fall.<br/><br/>Once he had a report that they were clear of the mine field, Xanatov asked, “Keep the shields up for now, there could be Xeno patrols.”  He glanced about for their ranking tech priestess.  Xanatov had been on her case repeatedly to check the geller fields through their transit in response to the instances of madness.  This time, he offered her an easy smile, “Seda, what do the auger arrays reveal?”<br/><br/>“Arban,” he gave an approving nod.  “Excellent work.  You've earned a drink on me, but before you rest, coordinate with Seda, Nikolai, and Zhou.  I need to know what's out there.”<br/><br/>Xanatov glanced about the bridge to see who else was present.  Noting another young beauty knew to her position, he gestured his seneshal over, “Claudia.  Prepare assignments.  Even with a veteran crew like ours, someone will want to throw a damper on our safe emergence from the imaterium.  I want those people checking our supplies for loss or spoilage 'til I have something better to do with their energy.”<br/><br/>Finally he glanced about for the arc-militant.  “Axis. Keep those gun crews on their toes.”