"Incoming requests from non-Mechanicum personnel are to be expected." Secunda clicked through the terminal with a serene smile of a haze-junkie finally getting a fix. "In fact, you, of all people, might understand why a message flagged as coming from Mechanicum personnel should be considered as a priority one incident for any Adeptus servants."

Old commsec protocols coil down, slithering beneath the walls of fire, whisper-lines reaching to the tech that can listen. Old ghost signals stalk the dark wire-paths speaking of dangers long dead, speaking of lies long believed and, just sometimes, behind the veil of white noise, speaking her name. Toros never considered chasing shadows to be part of her accountabilities, yet it's been a hobby of hers some five decades ago. She specifically made sure to excise the results from her memory leaving herself a memo that some locked doors should not be opened. 

Well, she never told herself not to listen to what happens on the other side. The venerable comm-terminal still served as a reminder of those grim times. Sometimes, it misbehaved. Sometimes, it heard a bit too much. It never malfunctioned and never betrayed her. In fact, she loved the old beast more than a lot of people around.

"Sister, would you be so kind as to give me that sampling tube? Yes, the one with bio-auspex. Green flashing grey gizmo.", Secunda stretched her hands as she engaged the rune re-enabling the lights in the laboratorium. "Courtesy of your marksmanship, we should have at least some genetic material of the suspect splashed around here and there. Courtesy of [i]their[/i] marksmanship, we should have at least several bolt-shells stuck into something that is not me."

The list was curious, yet there was some clear prioritizing to get done. Holy Ordos were not to be ignored, but they were to be deprioritized for now. Lord-General could and should wait. Whoever Hawr is, she'll deal with them later. 

The list of (inherently more important) servants of the Omnissiah was equally peculiar. Tiefenbronn, quickly reacting to political change, was to be expected. Passivity-SEA was expected as well - datasmith was best positioned to detect the triggered data-bomb making its waves through the noosphere, their friendship with the Inqusition being another thorn in the all-too sensitive back of Secunda. 

ZRK-333?.. Electromancer should have been in her dojo, wooing her pet murder-angel, not at the comms. An aberration, of sorts.

Secunda sighed as she knelt to collect some blood from the ground. There was going to be a lot of talking. Still, just being reactive would put her nowhere. Power, as usual, was found somewhere you were not invited to come.

"Fire up the direct line to Stoll. Necromechanic has some debriefing to do."