"Ah!" Vala suddenly jolted to a sitting position from as she woke up from her nightmares. She was breathing heavily as she regained her bearings and looked around her room. It was the same as she had left it when she went to sleep. The door was still secured tightly by a magnetic lock she put together just to secure it, because she trusted those buckets of bolts that called themselves techpriests about as much as she'd trust a daemon or rather she might trust the daemon more... It hadn't been once or twice her defenses caught someone trying to get inside the room and she did have a bug or two on occasion in hte past. Techpriests hated her guts and to most of them she was ready to return in kind. She was just as worthy to tinker and deal with technology as any of them!

	She moved her feet off the side of the bed and sat properly, rubbing her face with her hands. Bare skin revealed from her sleepware, feeling the coolness of the air. It's been quite a bit of time already since she entered the services of the inquisition... how long was it? A few years now? She still had nightmares. The initiation into the inquisition wasn't the nicest thing ever, especially since they found her so near chaos vessels. She was proved, studied, interrogated in many ways until she was deemed safe from chaotic corruption. And she suspected she was not exectured on the spot simply because of luck back then. Anyways it didn't matter anymore, but honestly those 'studies' left a huge scar on her, nto so much physical as mental. And she was fine physically only because they did a good job.

	Taking a deep breath, she walked into the shower unit, and took a breif shower before she moved over to her usual equipment for a mission and changed into it. With the suit and armored secured, she got her weapons in place and no one could call her unprepared. She had a lot of weapons on herself. Better be safe than sorry, was her motto and she was still alive because of it.

	As she opened the door of her room, she saw a servitor 'innocently' milling about with some tasks. She narrowed her eyes, sighed and then did an eyeroll. No doubt it was placed here to keep an eye on her or something else. She was going to have to do a sweep of her room when they return later... If they dared mess with ehr stuff while she was gone, she was going to show them what she thought of their tech heresies opinions and this time with 50% more explosions...

	She closed the door of her room behind herself and proceeded to attach the magnetic lock on it for good measure, before pulling a pen and a note from ehr pockets, scribbling.' It explodes if tempered. Try unlocking this one.' And attached it to the device before heading off to the hangar where they were to meet up for the upcoming mission. Needless to say it was likely her 'owner' would recieve a very disgruntled message from teh tech priests of the place at a later date... as usual. But no matter what, she WAS in service of the fucking inquisition, so the bags of bolts couldn't touch her none of her devices had proved any of hteir claims for heresy so far and they wouldn't.

	As she entered the hanger she spotted her Celestian Superior Aviza, doing some preparations about hte mission of her own. Vala, made a note to step heavier to signal her arrival as she walked to a nearby crate that she decided to use as improvised table and started going through her gear there. Mostly confirming there wasn't any issue with the cells for the sniper. A while back one was defective and she nearly ended blowing off both her hands. Somehow a recharged by fire cell ended up in her supply. Vala was sure it was teh techies, hadn't had a proof though.