Having left behind the briefing room in the trail and maze that was the confusing corridors of the inquisitorial ship, Adrianne would finally return to her own, more quiet compartment of the ship. 

The ship was as large as it was ancient, and understaffed enough to leave a number of its areas mostly devoid of people. Something that suited her taste.

Entering a larger hallroom with large windows facing out into the empty space outside, surrounded by blastshields that would close in case of an attack; Adrianna would step across the metal floor to stand in the center of the room.

She would stand still for a moment, gazing out of the window and at the planet below, stretching out across the lower right corner of the window. 

Friere II...

"What secrets do you hold from me?" Adrianne would mutter to herself as she gazed down across the blue planet, eyeing the expanding body of water only filled by the occasional continent. Even from up in orbit, it already looked beautiful. 

Holding her staff out horizontally in front of her; she let go. As her fingers loosened from the shaft, the staff would not fall, but remained floating in the air in front of her, as if suspended by invisible threads. Sitting down on her knees, she would close her eyes, and take a deep breathe, before slowly exhaling.

Peace and tranquility filled her mind, pushing any thought of worry or mission away. Instead, she left her mind bare, open to any outside stimuli.

Minutes passed of complete serenity, until she could feel it; the tendrils of warp energy that emanated from the planet below, unveiling the communal, beating heart of the planet that was kept alive and powered by all its inhabitants, human or otherwise. The emotions that began to fill her mind were diverse. Most of them were that of delight, of satisfaction, of strong desires and jealousy that seemed to emanate from every populated part of the planet. But in a different point, she could also feel an unrestrained rage, anger and a strong sense of anticipation, as if a gathering of wild, unruly and feral warriors were making ready for war!

But on the planet, amidst all the sensual delights and occasional thought of primal fury, it was one beating impulse that stood out among all the other emotions.

As she focused her mind and went deeper, she could see incomplete fragments of what seemed to be a hive city of some sort. But rather than seeing the massive castle monasteries and gothic spires covered in ash and sot that were so common of the other hive cities she had seen, this one seemed pristine. Clean. Beyond the majestic and grand lights of the city below was a clear night sky, not covered by any industrial cloud or smoke. The buildings were in pristine condition, lavishly decorated by cleanly polished imperial symbolism, and the citizens; either daringly or flamboyantly dressed in luxurious garbs and exquisite raiments. Though she could only see glimpses of it, she soon realized that this was no ordinary hive city. It was reserved to the higher classes and richer tradesmen, unsullied by the poverty, overcrowding and industry that haunted so many other, larger imperial hive worlds.

And she felt the special pulse coming from somewhere on the planet, located on a particular island.

"It's a start."

Suddenly her eyes opened in an instant, her purple irises moving about as she looked at the darkened, metallic hall around her.

She had no idea for how long she had remained in her meditation. Whenever she closed her eyes and opened her mind to the vast tendrils of warp energy that seeped through the universe, time moved at an erratic pace. However long it may have taken her, it was time to inform the others. 

Turning to her servo-skull which was lying on the ground next to her; in power saving mode; having followed her all the way, she would finally speak.

"Contact Inquisitor Zhevon. Inform him that I need to talk to him." Adrianne instructed the servo-skull, which suddenly sprang to life, with lights flickering on and off around the circuits in the skull and eye sockets. A light double beep indicated that the message had been sent, which traveled directly to Zhevon's communicator.

(( if zhevon has any communication equipment on him, imagine he just got the grim, dark, Warhammer 40K equivalent of an SMS xD ))