After arriving, the Solitaire headed straight for the Core Region.
The defense system sounded an alarm upon suffering its first psychic strike. The abnormal, immense psyker power nearly overwhelmed the Psyker Detector.
The Solitaire could easily enter most parts of the flagship through martial arts alone. It was terrifying, but understandable.
The Secret Cult's warship had been built jointly by psychic races led by the Aeldari. The Black Library should have held the relevant records. Only some of the strange devices modified by Enke and Annos could detect the Solitaire's fleeting shadow here.
The Adeptus Custodes' technical expert vanished from his workshop. Even he carried precious little machinery on him.
To the Adeptus Custodes, machinery was nothing but a burden.
The Solitaire spun and leaped madly through the corridors, as though already onstage. Slaanesh's seductive steps manifested in the physical world as terrifying psychic enhancements activated. He casually ran his hand over an instrument on the wall, only to discover it had been modified beyond recognition.
It was an Aeldari Psyker Amplifier, now dismantled into broken rods.
The Solitaire did not care. He would wager that even the Secret Cult members who had once piloted this warship knew nothing of some of its hidden openings.
A thread of psyker power floated nimbly beside him, like a little pet.
Passing a corner, the Solitaire leaped into the air. At the very edge of the Ion Storm's firing arc, he gently pinched the psychic thread, turned his wrist, and made an elegant slash.
A metal panel was cut free.
Those stupid, lowly mammals had actually dared to cut through the power conduits at random. Now he had to use the hidden manual switch.
After a flicker of psyker power, he walked backward confidently, drifting through the corridor like a ghost, faster and