Abran grunted annoyed as the attempt to use the Augury failed, and reverted to his own abilities. He focused on his powers, drawing into himself... then extended his senses again. Instead of the wide ranging sense he had employed before... this was tightly focused, dedicated to reading the waves of the warp around the ship. He strolled over to the Helm, nodding to the Void Mistress.<br/><br/>"8 Degrees to the left, and slow to 7/8s for a half second. The Gunners will be able to deliver the best shots from there."<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">Roll Result: Tackyhillbilly rolled: 1d100<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 27,<br/>Total: 27<br/><br/>(1 Extra Degree of Success for the Gunners.)</div></div>