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[Avis-Mergulus]

Amalia had gone from being as chatty and energetic as usual to being worryingly silent... and upon looking at the young psyker, one would see that she had broken into a cold sweat. Some rather horrific thoughts were surging to the fore unbidden (memories of That Place) and they had her locked into a silent misery, hemmed in by the suffocating remnants of past experiences.

It took Artho's suspicious "Amalia, the hell are you so quiet f--" to jolt Amalia into breaking the silence. First she made something of a strangled gasping sound, and then she began to babble. "Something-- something is up, something's going on, I don't know what, but something is very very very wrong!" She nervously put a hand to her temple and began looking around at the walls, trying to detect whatever was causing this.

Spoiler: Psyniscience (click to show/hide)

Assuming that there is no additional difficulty: 37 Perception + 10 Trained = DC 47
Roll of 41!

You focus on the fabric of reality around you. Usually, you can feel the resonance of a Gellar field while on a voidship: a complex rhythm of psychic pulses emanating from the generator, too fast to comprehend in realtime - you're not entirely sure if it's even in one temporal dimension. To your supernatural senses, it's instantly recognizable, though. This time, something seems amiss with it: there's another, perhaps even stronger beat - simple and regular, unlike the usual rhythm - disrupting the field. It seems to be mostly functional despite it, but with each pulse, you can feel eddies of the Immaterium seeping into realspace. What's worse, it seems to be getting stronger.

================================Diego and Viverde

Kimmirel shakes her head as if trying to dislodge something. "There's this... There's a hole. There's a hole somewhere, and it's talking through it. Saying... saying those things. It does not need to, we're lost anyway. It does it just because it can, because it knows all about me. It craves us. It's found a hole. It's found a hole."
She sinks slowly to the floor, sitting down against a container wall.

================================Marn

Driving along, you spot Viverde, Diego, and the Tamerian sniper to the side of your intended route. The sniper is sitting down for some reason.

[Caellath]

The strange ambiance nearly passes unnoticed by the commissar's scrambled mind, but... "What is going on? What is wrong?" Bartolomeu asks, reflexively drawing both sword and bolt pistol and raising the latter as if to aim it at Amalia's head any moment. Then, as if being suddenly hit with realization, he picks up the vox. "++Commissar Polevykh? Are you still on the line?++"

[Aseaheru]

Marn pulls the chimera up alongside the trio and stops the vehicle, keeping the engine running.

[Comrade P.]

- Get into Chimera, Kimmerel. We are in a hurry.

Grab her hand and urge her to get into Chimera. Drag her if necessary.

[Powder Miner]

Amalia clenched her teeth and stared harder at the wall before gasping out a: "The Gellar field! The Gellar field! There's something messing with the Gellar field! It-- it's not broken, it still works, but there's something else THERE, there's another pulse, and it's getting stronger!"

[Caellath]

"By the Emperor. Bastardos!" Bartolomeu first performed the aquila then yelled, proceeding to pop his head out of the Chimera's rear hatch. "Get inside unless you want to be eaten by the Warp itself! NOW!" Following that, the overweight political officer knocks on the metal wall separating the passenger and crew compartment with the pommel of his sword. "Trooper Marn, I want something after everyone gets inside. Get us QUICKLY to the camp but if you floor it and crash on something I will have your head."

[Aseaheru]

"Yessir!"

[Digital Hellhound]

'The warp...?' Viverde blurted out, blinking. He looked at the babbling sniper. He looked at the withdrawing head of the frantic senior Commissar. He got the hell in the vehicle.

Board! Help drag Kimmel into the Chimera. Keep bolt pistol ready in case she needs some executing. Or if our psyker does, because, you know, totally getting eaten by the Warp.

[Caellath]

Hit by yet another moment of sudden realization that he was forgetting something, Bartolomeu turned to the newcomer priest. "Oh, welcome. I am Lieutenant-Commissar Bartolomeu Denos and we're currently facing a problem that might be disastrous. Make the squad your acquaintance." he says before turning his attention back to the vox-caster.

[zomara0292]

"How may the servant of the God Emperor be of service to you? With word or with sword?"

[Caellath]

"We don't need any talking except a response from the vox. If you see a daemon appearing out of thin air, stab it. Repeatedly." Bartolomeu replies helpfully without taking his attention from the vox-caster.

[Avis-Mergulus]

The strange ambiance nearly passes unnoticed by the commissar's scrambled mind, but... "What is going on? What is wrong?" Bartolomeu asks, reflexively drawing both sword and bolt pistol and raising the latter as if to aim it at Amalia's head any moment. Then, as if being suddenly hit with realization, he picks up the vox. "++Commissar Polevykh? Are you still on the line?++"

"++No, I'm en route to the Navigator's quarters - that's my standard procedure for realspace transitions, except that this time Toran didn't even warn me about it. I'll request reassignment, I swear...++" It seems that she tried for anger, but managed only weary resignation. "++Hopefully, he'll have put his thugs on hold.++"

==========================================Everyone

Diego helps Kimmirel, who sort of stumbles along, almost collapsing on one of the seats. Viverde boards after them, keeping an eye on the sniper. Her eyes meet Amalia's, and she smiles weakly. "You hear it too?"
Marn puts the pedal to the floor and the Chimera lurches forward.

[Comrade P.]

- Keep it to yourself, Kimmerel, or I swear by Throne I'll gag your heathen mouth. We will enter Imperial space in a few minutes, last that long, will you?

Wait till we get to the camp, I guess.

[Caellath]

The commissar stares at Kimmerel's seemingly sympathetic attitude towards Amalia and the question she poses. He shakes his head and gets back to the vox. "++I was just told by the psyker under my command that the Gellar Field is either weakening or under assault, or both, and whatever is disrupting it is getting stronger. She is usually carefree, but she is desperate and dead serious right now.++" Bartolomeu says over the vox, falling silent for a few seconds to let the weight of the message fully sink in. "++Commissar Polevykh, I advise you to find a safe location, preferably close to you and with more people nearby.++"

[Avis-Mergulus]

The commissar stares at Kimmerel's seemingly sympathetic attitude towards Amalia and the question she poses. He shakes his head and gets back to the vox. "++I was just told by the psyker under my command that the Gellar Field is either weakening or under assault, or both, and whatever is disrupting it is getting stronger. She is usually carefree, but she is desperate and dead serious right now.++" Bartolomeu says over the vox, falling silent for a few seconds to let the weight of the message fully sink in. "++Commissar Polevykh, I advise you to find a safe location, preferably close to you and with more people nearby.++"

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There's a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "++Khek. Okay. Okay. I really have to get to the Navigator right now. I just have to. Not sure if I'll be able to do anything. Okay. Over.++" The link cuts off.

You check your chrono - you still have two minutes, apparently. Then the hand stops. Then it starts crawling backwards. There is a shrill whine in your ears, which increases in pitch as the hand accelerates, then disappears in a blur. The sound increases to an almost unbearable intensity, then vanishes, leaving a popping sensation in your ears. There's no face on the chrono now - instead, a single iris-less eye stares at you from the golden frame.

You lift your your head. The Chimera's walls are covered in eyes, and they're all looking at you. You're struck with a disturbing awareness of the way they glisten wetly, of the intricate networks of blood vessels on the whites. A retching sound jars you out it. ((Continued under "Everyone"))

=============================================Everyone (except Marn, Amalia and Inigo)

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The Tamerian sniper looks upwards, a wide smile on her face. Then she shudders once, and teeth fly everywhere.

A clawed arm appears to have burst out of Kimmirel's mouth, and is now exploring her collarbones, moving like somebody looking for a lightswitch in a dark room. It unfastens the first two buttons of her vest, then hooks its fingers under her collarbone and pulls, leaving a gaping, bloody hole through which a face stares out, its leech-like mouth moving silently. Her whole body twists sideways, sprouting new appendages with a sickening crunching noise.

Everybody except Marn, Amalia and Inigo: roll Fear (3)
Everybody except Marn, Amalia and Inigo: gain 1d5 CP

=============================================Marn

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You're making pretty good time, you think to yourself. The cargo bay wall with the entrance to your camp is getting closer. You look to your panel, worried about engine temps - and the pointer is moving from this side to that. Then it disappears entirely. You look closer - instead of temperature indications, the scale is covered in symbols that make your eyes water.

You look back up. The bay wall has vanished. Where it has once stood, there is now an infinite expanse of multicolored space, and a single bloody eye stares at you from it. Its pupil is the void. It pulls at you.

Marn: roll Fear(3)
Marn: Gain 1d10 CP

=============================================Amalia

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The thumping grows louder, then stops abruptly. The pause in the Gellar field's rhythm extends longer than it should. Due to how it stretches irregularly across time, you know that it isn't gone for good - but this pause in the rhythm, it's too wide for you to make it. You pray desperately that you can reach the next beat, but it is too far away, and you plunge head-first into that silence.

The Chimera's interior recedes somewhere, and you are left in total darkness. There's a stone wall at your back. You can feel an endless yawning abyss before you. Something is watching from below.

Amalia: roll Willpower

=============================================Inigo

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You're just leaving the far privy - the crew privy, the one separated from the camp bay by the cramped maintenance tunnels - when you run into your mentor, who seems to be headed the way you came. You open your mouth to greet him, but the air is somehow gone from your lungs. You struggle to breathe as frost crawls across walls and ceilings. Don Diego puts his hands over his unseeing eyes suddenly, and stumbles back, muttering prayers. The world spins around you, and you fall heavily to the ceiling, while Don Diego remains standing above you on the floor.

Inigo: roll Fear(2)
Inigo: Gain 1d5 CP