Elsewhere in the underhive....<br/><br/>A slim woman treads where even space marines think twice, yet not a soul moves to touch her. The pathetic weaklings dwelling in this rat infested shithole avoided her like soap, her very essence almost anathema to thier dirty souls. The vibrant red hair and pale skin bound beneath tight leathers and chains mark her as a predator amongst sickly sheep, and she stalks down the hive causeway with a dread purpose. A sword taps quietly against her thigh, crimson pommel thorned, hand guard as sharp as the blade itself is. She stops in mid stride, this dark presence, and looks to the ceiling. Her raspy voice crackles with power as she speaks a whisper, the cowardly sheep dwelling in the shadows scream in response, driven mad by the power in her words.<br/><br/>"Yes..... Here....."<br/><br/>Esra waits. The corridors are empty now, not even the pests that live in the dark scamper within a full block of her. The only sound in this dank, rotten place is the dripping of slime out of a vent shaft, and the pattering of feet against durasteel as the courier approaches her. "A missive, Mistressssss." "Read it." "Master threate--" His words are cut off by flick of the psyker's wrist, kineblade lodged within his throat. The message container flings itself into her hands, and she reads it silently... Waiting 2 floors directly beneath the Lower Hive Arbites Judge's office...