Arcturion: There is a tug of war as you attempt to pierce the veil. You sense the shifting eddies of the realm of the second-sight, the place between here and the warp - although being inside a Space Hulk might be called closer to it than mundane minds would care to admit or recognise. As your will powers your sight, it tests the defences of your quarry. A psyker of some skill, a dark tendril of something greater, something judging what this interruption is: then you're through. T