"[color=a187be]I can deal with the debris! Mere material obstacles hold no sway over anyone who transcends reality![/color]"

Adrianne answered with an enthusiastic tone, holding a clenched metal glove up in front of her as her eyes briefly shimmered with purple, warp energy from behind her skeletal mask. Then a pause.

"[color=a187be]So... where actually is that cave in?[/color]"

"Bzt... " One of the red robed, half robotic tech priests chirped as she looked up at the tall psyker.
"The structural collapse occured in hallway B89 Echolon of the Varastrium section on the northern Supply Ban,-"

"[color=a187be]Could you just phrase it in standard Gothic, please?[/color]"

The Tech Priest looked at her for a moment through his heavy metal faceplate beneath the tattered red hood, a heavy tube going out from where supposedly his mouth was. Or her mouth. Or its??

"Tzzzp.... 01110011 01101001 01100111 01101000, yes. Take to the right, head down the stairs. Walk 50 steps forward, taking your leg length into account. Then walk in the door marked Ministorum, go through, then head to the right whereupon,-"

"[color=a187be]Eeeehhhhhh... why don't you just show me instead?[/color]"

"Tzzip *Crackle*. That may be the optimal solution."

*

Almost 40 minutes later, after having had to march through the endless gothic halls and dusty, ramshackled labourites of the complex, Adrianne finally arrived together with the tech priest and an accompanying guardsman to the area where the collapse had happened.

"[color=a187be]Alright, I recommend you guys take a step back. I need some room to work. My powers are very dangerous, and I do not want any of your craniums to suddenly implode...[/color] " She said, giving a short pause to change a glance over at the tech priest walking silently next to her.
" [color=a187be]... or for your circuit to short-circuit.[/color]"

"Wait, cranium implosion?" The guardsman named Frank who was accompanying them suddenly said, taking a moment to pause his nose-picking.

"Bz. It is the will of the machine spirit that I am still cursed with a brain of flesh and blood. By the will of the Omnissiah, my head cavity will be replaced with a glorious central processing unit come the end of the next moon cycle... also, we have arrived our destination, Madam Psyker."

"Hold on... what was that about cranium implosions!?"

"[color=a187be]Great! Now just how much rubble are we dealing... with...[/color] " 

Adrianne ended up eating whatever she was planning on saying next as they entered through a heavy blast door to see the large, open hallway, appearing to be part of some manufacturum where the central hallway had been totally collapsed as mounds upon mounds of bent steel, blocks of concrete and a heretical amount of dust and dirt had created a massive, 50ft tall, almost 100ft wide wall of debris in front of them.

...

"[color=a187be]... emperor, fuck me![/color]"