<em>This was beneath her</em>, Esra thought as she was climbing the grimy cable sheathing that lead into the main cogitation center for Miranda Prime.<em>I should be slaughtering the worshippers of the Corpse, not disabling communications. Do I look like a techpriest?</em>Images of hate and the dismembering of Varo floats through her mind as the pipe ends with a large collar and goes into the floor of the level above her.<br/><br/>Loud grinding can be heard from the floor of the cogitation center. Half of the banks shut off, the cable main cut from below. A sickening yank can be felt by the minds of everyone in the room as Esra telekinetically shoves the rest of the cable through the collar, and floats into the level through the hole, sword out and glowing crimson. The psykers eyes glow as the PDF guarding the facility open fire on her, telekinetic shielding pushing the bullets from the autoguns away from her, and into the tech servitors behind her that were trying to fix the damage. Errant pieces of steel zip across the room unnaturally, lodging into throats and eyes until she is the only person in the room still standing.<br/><br/>"Filthy men." she remarks as she goes from bank to bank and slice them in half, making sure the damage is unrepairable.<br/>