Ravor"Lord Cap'n, we have arrived in Phton IV's system. Our translation from the warp was a little rough — a net loss of about 500 souls on the middle and service decks, and God-Emperor only knows how many wounded. But that's only the half of it: the brainboxes on the augurs are sending me reports that aren't doing my mood any favours. Realspace here's got more holes than a sieve, and all our sensors are playing up — it's got to be sorcery, Lord Cap'n."