www.tate.org.uk/art/images/work/AL/AL00117_10.jpg [Verse 1] I was perched outside in the pouring rain Trying to make myself a sail Then I'll float to you, my darlin' With the evening on my tail [Verse 2] Although not the most honest means of travel It gets me there nonetheless I'm a heartless man a...

Navigator's Quarters Andrea watches Praetus walking towards her, and sees him finally notice her presence. Is he even up for this? "Lord Navigator, I hope I'm not intruding on you. I know your time is valuable, and you're very busy. However, I wanted to ask you if there are any major ports of ...

Praetus' Offices Andrea, thankful to be away from the ratings, and trying desperately not to think of the naked man's shamelessness, approaches the door to Navigator's dwelling. Using the keypad, she signals her intent to speak with Navigator Praetus. She's a little nervous about the encounter, con...

Injerian Praetus the Second walked slowly out of the san-cubicle into his chambers. A trembling hand ran down his face and dropped to his side, cold sweat dripping onto the Cadian rugs. Pale and clammy, he walked to his desk and slumped into a high-back chair. Naked, he just sat there looking at a p...

Praetus the Second was lounging back on a high-backed chair, hands folded on his lap. His boots were raised on the seat of another chair, his hat lowered down over his third eye, obscuring his black eyes in shadow. The Navigator simply smiled as Drak Kung relayed his very brief overview of the event...

Navigator Praetus was standing near a group of heavily augmented servitors, as he glanced around a brightly-lit cavern-section of Footfall. Several ex-guardsmen lounged near some faded ammo-crates, and behind them, near a roughened rockcrete wall, was a floating servitor skull. The navigator kept hi...

Injerian Praetus took a mouthful of the amasec and slouched back into the chair quietly, allowing the liquor to warm his throat. With the back of a hand he wiped the drops from his lips, and smiled to himself. "I noticed nothing unusual," he said softly, "just having the air of an exp...

"Of course," the navigator said with a slight tilt of his head, "I look forward to that amasec." He then turned around and saw the techpriest. Without even acknowledging the explorator, he strode away to his own quarters.

I haven't even seen his first episode, but I just know he will be miles ahead of Tennant.

Navigator Praetus fondled his gun conspicuously, looking at it with a grin. "Sorry," he said softly, "I cannot avoid handling this priceless weapon. It was handed to me by the Novator - my father. But, despite its monetary and personal worth, one must understand that it is a weapon fi...

"Comrade Praetus," Zarkov found himself unconsciously addressing the Navigator in the formal tone usually reserved for ships commisars. "I have not had the opportunity to personally commend you for your heroic actions in the passage." A few of the bridge crew within earshot turn...

Navigator Praetus probably had rolled his eyes and smirked at least three times during the Seneschal's speech. He had never heard of 'Cyrus Deltael' and just as much did not care. In all honesty, having a battlecruiser meant nothing to him. So, with sarcasm he gave a small clap at the end of the spe...

Injerian sniffed the amadeac wine and grinned widely, although more in reaction to the Amphael's words than to the wine. As though it was the most important, and last drink, that he would ever taste, he merely sipped it and allowed the mellow fluid to warm his mouth and throat. "An excellent wi...

Navigator Praetus smiled grimly and fingered the lho stick that was in his top jacket pocket. Then, taking a step back and rubbing his lean face he laughed with derision, although it was not clear if he was laughing at the Amphael. The navigator turned to the chair facing the rogue trader's desk and...

Navigator Praetus takes the bottle of liquor and walks out of the room with a faint smile on his face - partly mocking. He returns to his chamber and places it on his table and then collapses on to the bed.

Praetus placed a cigar in his mouth and inhaled deeply, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the men. A grin was forming on his lips. Pulling the cigar out, he leaned forward and pointed it at Peraton. "The Amphael is new to this ship, and I believe he is trying hard to impress the crew members. ...

"I was not aware that Peraton was of noble birth," Praetus said with a smile, "but this is a large vessel. A finer drink would not be out of place in tonight's schedule." Navigator Praetus nodded to his dinner companions and then stood up. A moment later, he was following the mi...

The lord navigator was still reeling from the events in the lower decks, and despite the effects of the amasec and a fine cigar, the shock of nearly being stabbed was still fresh in his mind. That is why he did not notice the midshipman sit next to him, nor pay attention to his breach of etiquette. ...

Navigator Praetus was pulled to his feet by the Amphael, and he closed his third eye immediately. Quickly finding his cap, he covered his forehead and turned to face the rogue trader. The navigator was at a loss for words, for the man had treated, and spoken to, him with respect. A kin . . . he was ...

The problem has always been that Injerian Praetus II is self-absorbed, and so he failed to see the grenade as it hurtled to the air and then land on the ground beside him. Praising the Emperor that it was only a smoke grenade, and cursing his enemies - whoever they were - after smoke filled his visi...