Julianus reclined into his seat just as the pilot finished preparations for take-off.  With a simple command in the Drakari language from the Emperor, the pilot maneuvered the skycar out of the hangar and carefully merged with the traffic of the capital.

"Well..." the young monarch said, "My people enter a realm that we call Warp Space as a means of travelling between star systems.  From what I recall from my lessons in physics as a boy, the warp engines use particle accelerations to generate portals similar to that of wormholes as entrances to Warp Space, though nowhere near as quick as we are told wormhole travel is.  Our ships then enter these portals, traveling through the currents of that strange realm until we reach our destination, with the estimated time of arrival heavily depending on how far the destination is."

"That's not to say that Warp Space is not without it's risks.  Without precise calculations, a vessel can be pulled out by a system's center of gravity such as it's star or the planetary body they wish to arrive at.  Some can end up at the system's edge and have to trudge through at impulse speeds.  And..." Julianus shuddered as he thought back.

"The... radiation, or energy, or manifestations within Warp Space can have an effect on the minds of a vessel's passengers or crew if shielding fails or if they stare too long into it's depths.  Some have gone mad, screaming about 'ancient horrors', others are rendered catatonic for a brief period of time, others have more benign reactions similar to that of a religious epiphany and claim to have seen a 'Great Cosmic Truth'.  Short-lived cults have sprung up as a result."