Departure to parts unknown

The work-songs of voidsmen and the clank and hiss of machinery were alien to Tornika, and she stuck tight to Bloody Sunday as they wound their way through a dizzying maze of passages until they reached a gilded door with the imperial Aquilla on it. The door hissed open, and the trio entered. As soon as the door closed, gremayre said "adept, we'll need to get you in something a tad more presentable." He snapped his fingers, and an eldar appeared from behind a curtain. She moved with a lithe sinuous grace, and her beauty had been unmatched, until Tornika saw the ugly scar that ran across her throat. The eldar took Tornika by the arm and led her behind the curtain. Once behind the curtain, the eldar was a flurry of motion. In seconds, Tornika had been stripped nude, the cold air making her nipples harden and her dick rise to half-mast. The eldar noticed and quickly added a few characters in a looping script to a data-slate, then moved out from behind the curtain, her hands speaking to the inquisitor