"Does that satisfy your curiosity for now, ma'am? My neck is getting stiff."
That last comment made Adrianne raise an eyebrow and tilt her neck slightly as she looked down at the shorter krieg guardsman, before throwing a more amused smile and nodding.
"That it does, Krieger." She said. The mention of tyranids did not have much of an impact on Adrianne, as it was a threat she had fortunately never had to deal with herself. Nor did she envy those who actually had seen them. As the rumors went, to be put against the tyranids meant almost certain death to any warrior, whether guardsman or adeptus astartes alike.
That being said, she was not sure what else to ask the Krieger. He certainly did not seem to be the talkative type; rather, the reputation of the Death Korps of Krieg was the polar opposite of chatty. Perhaps she might learn a thing or two about the tyranids from him. Knowledge was power, after all; a lesson that Adrianne as a psyker had learned well. And knowledge could sometimes be found in the unlikeliest of places, whether from a hive world urchin from the dark underworld or the mind of a guardsman who had survived through multiple campaigns. And, although not as impressive and seemingly mundane for a person of Adrianne's supernatural powers; she knew that a simple conversation was often the safest source of information, as opposed to other means that might be available to a Psyker like her.
"I am certainly intrigued by your experiences. I may probe you for stories in the future, to share what's not too heavily classified." Adrianne said with a soft smile, before turning around to enter the Typhon.
"What you were not informed about is the fact that we will be rooting out Chaos infiltrators that have taken root someone upon the Capital Planet Erebus."
The tall Psyker peered out from her seat; Adrianne's violet eyes fixing on Celestian Superior Aviza as she spoke.
"Chaos infiltration on a rich, wealthy world of system aristocrats, high military officials and merchant lords? My guess would be either the agents of the changer, or perhaps even the debauched servants of She who thirsts."
Adrianne took the information in, chewing on it. She was no stranger to the servants of the ruinous powers, she had faced them before on different worlds; each god's minions unique in the ways they preferred to work and spread their mad gospel. She had opposed them all; all except the minions of the changer. To be fair, Adrianne privately hoped it would be the minions of the changer they would find on the world. She knew that they could be particularly difficult to catch, being masters of guile, cunning, plots and schemes; even moreso than the servants of the three other gods. This was mostly due to her curiosity; she had faced the minions of the other three, it'd be fitting she finally got a chance to face the servants of the fourth.
But there were more selfish reasons why she hoped it was not the servants of She Who Thirsts, and that was because she had had a bad run in with those before. Having been part of an inquisitorially lead effort to dispatch one of their cults, she had come into contact with one of their daemonic patrons. Whatever the daemon was, it had been powerful; and not only had it been strangely nonplussed about having its local cult destroyed; but also displayed an uncomfortable level of curiosity towards Adrianne through the veil.
Whoever you were, gaining the attention of a powerful daemon was bad. And the fact that the daemon hadn't even been angry, but pleased to meet her made her fell all the more worse for it!
The thought of getting into contact with that daemon again through whatever mortal servants might be operating on the world did not reassure Adrianne in the slightest. She did not need to use her powers to scrye through the veil to get the distinct feeling she was being followed somehow.
And then, lastly; there was the idea that there might be servants of BOTH chaos gods on the planet. Which, at the very least, might be a small boon given how awful the chaotic forces of the different gods were to cooperative.
" I mean, do we have potential estimates of the degree of infiltration or should we proceed by the usual 'all are guilty until proven otherwise' course of action here?"
It was the heretech's words that finally snapped the Psyker out of her deep thoughts, causing her to blink and peer towards the shorter woman with a coy smile.
"Oh, I would not worry too much." Adrianne said with a nod towards Vala.
"The servants of chaos are marked by the foul powers which they serve, and the more important they are; the bigger the mark. If there truly is a significant chaos element on the planet, I should be able to find its rough source with relative ease."
Adrianne explained, her gloved hands resting around her staff as she spoke. That was one of the benefits of being a psyker; she was very sensitive to the touch of chaos on a level the normal blunts in the ship could never comprehend. Granted, that 'blessing' was also a double-edged sword, given that Adrianne suspected none of the blunts around her had to worry about becoming the object of curiosity for powerful daemons.