>The Navigator plunged into the abyssal grip of warp madness, her third eye staring blindly into the roiling void beyond reality. Her mortal orbs rolled back into their sockets, whites gleaming like polished bone under the flickering lumen-strips, while her tongue lolled from her slackened jaw, swollen and slick with ropes of drool that spattered the deck plating. Her frame locked rigid, quivering as if she was being shocked with an electric current, every muscle taut and trembling in futile resistance of what was happening to her. A dark, acrid bloom spread across the crotch of her ornate robes, the unmistakable reek of voided bowels and bladder rising to mingle with the stale recirculated air: a final, humiliating surrender of flesh to the warp's insatiable hunger. Her lips parted and snapped shut in frantic rhythm, as though whispering forbidden litanies to unseen horrors, yet only guttural moans escaped, wet and strangled.