"Ork biosignature.", Secunda fixed her hair as she rose from the megascope, her finger still pressing down the mute rune. "And it shouldn't be a coincidence that we have Magos Pinel on the other side of the vox-call. The one Councillor capable of taking an ork frame and reconfiguring it into a combat-capable puppet. It's a good, durable body after all, relentlessly robust, ingeniously simple - just take one from Pinel, install decent controls, give a corrupted teleporter from ZRK-333, bolster with some servo-motored armour, give a good bolter... Maybe even run a bit of a live-fire drill against some armoured dangerous women other Magi would never care about... And you have yourself a weapon to kill most Magi. And a weapon to inconvenience me."