Kylara, having strapped herself into one of the chairs lining the walls of the craft, scouted out ahead with her mind when the warning claxon sounded. She noticed how Nanbar was missing immediately to her left in her mind's eye -- he just wasn't there. Not even a curiously empty hole in the fabric of reality... just his absence. As if he wasn't there with her. She ignored it and continued, widening the search. She could sense the kinetic energies buffeting the craft and the hole in its belly. The stench of the Plague Marine was distracting and she adjusted the air-filters of her psychic hood. Her breathing became laboured but that was just something she would have to bear as she searched for something, anything, to help. Finally her mind reached the ground below as the craft descended at an alarming rate. Thinking quickly, she steered the craft's descend a bit with her powers -- it was beyond her to arrest its fall completely but she guided it away from a direct impact with the urban buildings below, aiming for an empty freeway so that the craft wouldn't become mangled as it tore through structures. The air inside the cabin became static as Kylara concentrated, the hull whining under the stress of her psi-pressure. It would have to do.