The room was dark and dimly lit by some old, flickering lights attached to the walls alongside the endless, wiry mess of tubes, plates and heavy circuitry that ran across the interior of the room.

The wall furthermost in the room consisted of a large, slightly dirty pane of glass that loomed over the rest of the room, staring right out into the empty darkness of space. The room was large, reaching almost ten meeters before its curved metal roof. Despite its size, it was almost completely empty.

All except for one lone figure, an ashen haired woman sitting cross legged right in the middle of the room, the large pane staring out into the void right behind her.

The woman was donned in a tight, deep brown elastic jumpsuit adorned with a web like pattern of metal threads running about its surface. Above it she wore a set of segmented half plate, consisting of a chestguard, a pair of shoulderpads, with two long metal greaves and gauntlets running almost up to her elbows and thighs respectively. Hanging from her back and attached to her elbows was a long, flowing blue cloak, tattered in its appearance as it laid out around her. And along her torso hung a heavy tome on her left side, bound by a hard chain of steel running across her torso diagonally. Her hair, pale as snow, would be hanging out behind her in a long, ashen ponytail that ran down to her lower back.

Adrianne's eyes were closed as she sat in her position cross legged, meditating, frozen like a statue.

Then, suddenly, her violet eyes would open; a faint shimmer of sickly purple light emanating from them before she blinked once more, and they were back to their normal violet hue. As if summoned by an invisible calling, she reached forward to pick up the metal helmet in front of her. An armored zero-g helmet fashioned much like the rest of her gothic plate armor, and with a skeletal skull at the center of it where the facemask should be.

Standing up, she reached forward and made a gesture with her hand. Lying motionless some feet in front of her was her staff, and upon her gesture, it would suddenly fly up from the ground and land right in the palm of her hand, Adrianne grasping it as it came at her.

"This is Information specialist Flores, by order of Inquisitor Icarus, all those that are part of the Inquisitors retinue must report to the meeting room immediately for information about the mission at hand." 

A voice suddenly sounded across the room, coming from the vox speaker located somewhere up in the darkness of the roof of the room. But by then, Adrianne had already reached the door, which she opened with a slight gesture, walking through staff in hand. As she passed through the heavy iron door, two shadows located at either side of the door would come to life, snaking their way down through the air like it was water. As the snake like figures entered the light of the corridor behind them, they would be revealed to the be servo-skulls, each with a long, snake-like metallic human spine snaking out from the back of their skulls like a vicious, pointed tail. They followed Adrianne like a pair of shades, hovering behind the psyker as she marched through the vessel towards their intended destination.

And with one final step, the woman would suddenly disappear in a crack of black smoke, vanishing instantly!

*

A creeping, unnatural sense of cold would suddenly wash of the briefing room for a short moment that could be experienced by every organic being within. The unusual sensation was followed shortly by what might have felt like the beginning of a migraine, as if the center of balance in the room shifted ever so slightly for a moment - before everything suddenly returned to normal.

Now standing behind Vala would be the figure of Adrianne, the psyker seemingly having materialized out of nowhere!

The psyker was quiet, not saying a word. Indeed, standing as she did in the half-shadows and wearing her mask, she almost looked like some dark spirit! Throwing a glance at the back of the red haired woman standing in front of her, a sense of curiosity ran through her mind.

The woman definitely didn't look like any imperial official or soldier that she had seen, and she looked far too regal and proud to be a deck monkey. She was a mystery, though Adrianne did not speak. Instead, the psyker continued to stand directly behind Vala, deciding instead to see how long it would take the woman to even notice her.

Turning around, she could see another guardsman and the fellow Psyker present.

The guardsman looked as grim and spartan as ever, though unusually clean from the pictures she had usually seen of his division. The way he stood, his posture, everything about him simply radiated a steely, grim resolve, like that of a man ready, perhaps even eager, to throw himself into almost certain death to fulfill the purpose of his existence. Yet, for some reason, and almost comically so, there was something about him that made him rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it was the social gathering and lack of dangerous bullets whizzing by and the smell of bodies?

Adrianne took a moment to try to remember his name, if she even knew, though quickly gave up, realizing the foolish errand of befriending a guardsman. A guardsman of Krieg nonetheless!

Looking the other way, she saw a woman, sporting a funny hat in a rather swashbuckling attire. The way Maria stood still like a statue, and her quaint outfit, made her in some way almost resemble an imperial naval officer. If she had not already known she was a fellow psyker, Adrianne might initially have assumed she was simply an officer or a very flamboyant mercenary come to serve. 

Finally, Adrianne continued to stare right forward, over Vala's shoulder. Which quite frankly wasn't that difficult, as Adrianne was quite a bit taller than the other woman. 
Instead, she made sure to cross glances with the Inquisitor, Icarus, simply nodding with the empty, dark sockets of her mask when she met the Inquisitor's gaze, acknowledging her presence and attendance, before continuing to listen.