“Someone of you inform the tech priests that are arriving about possible security measures turning hostile."

"Yeah, yeah, I am already on it." Adrianne gently placed her gloved fingers on top of Vala's head to give her hair a gentle pat as the tech-heretic worked furiously on the console, and the tall Psyker stepped away; her ragged cloak flowing ghosty behind her.

"I think they have found trouble already... " Adrianne said, as she watched a video feed in the corner of her her HUD from one of her servo skulls: currently hovering high over a narrow mechanical corridor filled to the brim with a mob of greenskin attempting to open a heavy bulk that would lead them on an intercept course to Techpriestess Malig! A pair of mekboys were attempting to cut their way through it whilst ignoring the impatient jeering from the mob behind them shouting at them to work faster!

The sound of hungry, crackling purple and reddish energy flailing wildly about could be heard in the control room as the Psyker grabbed the upper handle of her staff and pulled her long, curved two-handed powerblade from its socket.

"I will see to them. Arbites, I'll need you for this task!"

Without asking for permission, Adrianne would place her left hand upon the back of Herold's collar, before in the next second; both the Arbites and the Psyker would vanish in a snap of air as Adrianne teleported them out of the room; leaving behind only the smell of brimstone in the air!

*

Techpriestess Malig's entourage flowered through the corridors of the Titan forge like a river of red; spear-headed by a cadre of red robed Skitarii cybernetic warriors armed and at the ready wielding long, galvanic rifles. Yet as they were leaving their last elevator, stepping into the maze-like corridors of the forge, a blast could be heard from their left as one of the heavy bulkheads were blasted inwards in a flurry of lights and explosive discharges.

"OI! WERE YOU THINKING OF LEAVING WITHOUT SAYING AT LEAST GOODBYE TO DA BOYS?! WOT GIVES!" 

Sounded the groveling voice of a hunched-over Ork as he stepped out of the fire and smoke, surrounded by lesser Orks. The greenskin in question was covered in head-to-toe in layers of strange, alien effigies and trinkets adorning his heavy metal plate armor that was grafted directly into his green skin. The top of his head was bulbous, as if his tiny green skin brain had grown to abnormal proportions and was threatening to burst from his head at any moment; only kept contained by a crackling metallic crown surrounding it! A shimmering field surrounded the greenskin, emanating from a generator backpack with two rising bulbous orbs behind him; and in his hands he cradled a staff made out of metal and bones.

The Skitarii would react instantly with mechanical efficiency and discipline, spinning around and dropping three Ork boys within the blink of an eye in flashes of blue light from their galvanic rifles! The eviscerated green bodies of the Orks falling flat before the Ork weirdboy, spilling ash and blood into the air.

"Now dat's just rude dat is, I better teach you some manners!" 

The weirdboy grumbled, his gaze moving back up from the corpses to stare at Malig's entourage. But before the Ork could take a single step more, the heavy grinding of gears made both sides pause as high above them in the ceiling; two dual-mounted heavy bolter turrets would descend from their rickety platforms to aim directly at each of the parties, a mechanical blink confirming target lock!

The first of the heavy turrets opened fire, annihilating half a dozen greenskin within the blink of an eye with murderous overkill before the second could could even stop to gawk at the merciless fire being spat their way by the ancient weapon hanging overhead!
However, before the second turret could even contemplate opening fire on Malig's own entourage, a spinning, crackling power sword would fly through the air to sever the attachments above the turret; causing the whole thing to fall with a crash into the tiled floor below!

The spinning power sword, as if commanded by invisible powers, would fly back to return to the hands of a skull masked psyker and a much shorter arbites that had just appeared on a ledge above them!

"Tech-Priestess Malig!" Adrianne made a gesture of acknowledgement at the tech priestess and her entourage below; not really having much time for a conversation as she instead gave Herold a nudge in the side!

She was unsure how Herold would react to what might have been the man's first experience of teleportation, but Adrianne felt relatively confident that the Arbites' soul hadn't been devoured by some malignant entity in the brief trip from the control room.

"Arbites! The greenskin! Fire already! Fire!"