Sarah leaves, but Deliah finds that the feeling of creepy, intrusive wrongness does not dissipate. The Immaterium itself seems dull and muffled, as if something with a negative warp presence had been onboard and left an aura of its foul, unnatural taint behind in the metal of the<em>Alexander.</em><br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>The door to the ammunition room cracks open, revealing a relatively young and - as far as the term could be used to apply him - nervous techpriest. His face looks nervous, at least, even if the faintly luminescent disks replacing both of his eyes are featureless. His lips do not move when he speaks, though, instead emanating from a vox box fashioned into a pendant.<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"Void Mistress. How may we assist you in the name of the Omnissiah."</span><br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>Back on the bridge, the crew members diligently worked at sorting though the collated sensor data. They had accumulated a great deal of it, and substantially made work towards their designated mapping tasks. Something odd, though, stuck out, and Lucky voxed down to Sarah. "Ma'am, there's an anomaly here in the sensor readings for that asteroid field from yesterday, could you take a look at it?"<br/>