"This is a lot of trust for the semi-decanted unrecognized replicae, November. One could say, a personal risk of yours in a precarious position. I recognize, appreciate, and fully intend to compensate for that.", Secunda tilted her head to the side, examining Marshal. She was used to Magi pretending to be complex; she rarely cared to remember how Skitarii loved pretending to be simple. November might have positioned herself to be insufferable, inflexible, and deliberately obscure, and yet she was the only force guarding her world in absentia. 

"Starting now, of course.", Secunda returned her head to the terminal and frowned. "A missing piece in your puzzle. Displacer field, ZRK-333 craftsmanship, uniquely perverted, allowing for long-range jumps, visual ID on the suspect about fifteen minutes ago. They have their own points of ingress and egress, so your initial assumptions are already flawed. Flash in, score a surprise hit through two-field interference, take their time to prepare a crime scene, break a window to push you for a wild grox chase, detonate a plasma grenade to trigger a response, flash out before you even hit the scene. Still needs validating, but hits most of the same notes, just in the other order."

Granted, she had zero idea about what "two-field interference" was supposed to be. It wasn't an often scenario when two displacer fields were forced to operate in the same room - the relative abundance of those on Isohedron (pushing them from "stuff of legends" to "obscenely rare") was solely the consequence of ZRK-333 closely guarded expertise. The research on multi-field interaction in enclosed spaces was, for the most part, nonexistent. For the lesser part, at least one tech-adept fresh from the Explorator Ark swore on his life that some disgusting Xeno creatures managed to propel their inbred progeny through warp straight into the target as a crude weapon - the results being unpredictable and devastating. Although this may not be entirely accurate, it definitely dissuaded most magi from authorizing research in this direction. Electromancer was not "most magi", though. She might have needed to pay him a visit.

Still, she had unfinished business here. Gene-samples to secure for re-validation, bodies to burn, and at least one of her old weapon stashes to hit. The novelty and appeal of being the least dangerous thing in the room for the third time in the row was decaying faster than transuranic arquebuse slug mid-flight.

"And before we go validating, I feel like I would give this bloodbath a little more attention. Could we, pretty please, repower the laboratorium - or what's left of it?"