Deafening warning claxons began resonating through the metal corridors of the workshop; soon afterward twirling red alert lights were joining in unison adding visual stimulus to the already migraine inducing chime of the alarm. The workshop was bathed in a blood red tint as the main lights dimmed granting a grim and diabolical spirit to the various blades, drills, saws, and presses scattered healthily around the benches and tables throughout the facility.
A lone figure walks through the halls of this workshop, clad in a simple hooded red robe. It strides quickly through the maze of hallways and equipment filled chambers, trudging a well-worn path to the workshops entrance.
The massive rockcreate and adamantium reinforced door was fashioned to resemble a gear. Along every edge of the entryway were a plethora of defenses: lascannons, promethium flamers, void shield generators, electricity drenched mono filament-edged barbs, servitor controlled heavy bolter, and needle gun emplacements. All of which could be unleashed upon the visitors waiting at the very center of the plaza leading into the massive complex.
The figure flips a single switch, massive steam columns bellow from the hydraulics moving the monolithic door clear of the entryway. It steps out into the gloom of artificial light and heat haze from the momentarily dropped void shields. The figure stops a few paces from the group of visitors and, with a swift underhand motion throws a small cube towards the lead in the group. In a blink of an eye he seizes the cube and hands it to the man to his right who proceeds to slide it onto a datpilot to confirm the credit transfer.
After the brief exchange the group retreats leaving only a large bundle, its contents stirring slightly upon the polished obsidian plaza. The lone figure simply grabs it by the cords securing the top shut and drags it into the facility.
The subject the figure requests runs immediately upon the unpacking procedure and in doing so only manages to get lost within the labyrinth of corridors. The figure doesn't follow the startled woman and simply waits for the lone life sign to come to a stop within the complex, more then likely exhausted of its original fight or flight reserves.
Upon the poor woman's face was a mixture of fear and alienation, for she was of the crowded lower hive section of the forge; and so is not used to being in a quiet, and empty place. This the figure used to its advantage and just stood where she could see him, then turning around proceeded to lead the girl through the maze and into a well furnished and warmly inviting room. The woman, being overly cautious, wouldn't enter until the hooded man left, which he did out of prediction of the behavior more then politeness keeping the door open for her to close if she wished.
The next day the man went to see her to find the door open and the girl waiting for him sitting in a plush velvet armchair.
"Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can get you?" was all the hooded man said.
"Food please" she stammered.