Praise the Omnisiah! Medaira was smiling as she was pacing back and forth at one side of the room, tilting her head occasionally, making a thinking expression, mechadendrites twitching whenever she would suddenly resume moving. The techpriestess was in the process of the mythical brainstorming, a process so ancient and secret that about half the priesthood had forgotten it! Those were the hardline conservatives! The ones who had left the technology degrede and knowledge of crafting the great marvels of hte Omnisiah vanish into obscurity.

 [color=8dc73f]"Mm Yes~"[/color] She had a plan, now only needed the plans. Her thought process suddenly froze however as the psyker of all people came to her to ask for apparetnly a tune up or at least check up on her good old plasma pistol.

 [color=8dc73f][i]'This is new...'[/i][/color] She thought, tilting her head innocently at the way taller woman, a servo head flying circles around them, taking photos and images for future refererences.[color=8dc73f][i]' I usually have to PRY the things out of their twitching arms to give hte poor things a good maintenance and repair.'[/i][/color] The tech priestess mused in her head, smiling innocently at the woman still, having fond memories of incapacitated fools who weren't taking good care of ther gear. Seems the woman earned herself some Don't Prank me points here! Good Medaira appreciated people who knew that their gear needed help! She'd ease up on the PSyker's pranks for a bit.[color=8dc73f][i]' THUS IT'S BEEN DECIDED! Praise the OMNISIAH!'[/i][/color] She giggled as she thought and nodded.

 [color=8dc73f]"I will, give it a tune up and see where the problem lies~ So is my duty~!"[/color] She practically sang with chirpy childish glee in her voice as her arms were brought forward to grasp the weapon. Her fingers twitched, face filled with glee and very wide grin, eyes lookeing at the plasma weapon like a starving man at food. 

 To her bad luck, the Celestian decided to bring them around for a last time and give them the free time to prepare. She prompty picked one of the rooms to leave what little luggage she carried on her and well she left her trusty Servo head to guard her base of pranking operations. The rest of the group were potential pranking rivals and enemies! She couldn't allow them free reign of her living space, thus she left it guarded.[color=8dc73f]" Come now, Psyker Friend! We've got plasma pistol to repair! We shall make use fo the tools that have been provided to us! Off the the Armory~!"[/color] Medaira proclaimed, removing the title of 'prank victim' from the woman for the time being, until the Don't Prank me Points are used up.

 Medaira moved with glee as she rushed into the Armory with a wide childishly innocent grin on her face. WEAPONS! Sure she liked the vehicles, but weapons were good and she was to repair a misbehaving plasma pistol! Was it being possessed!? Was it... EVIL!? Maybe it was a prankster gun, that would explain everything as it's Machine Spirit was pranking it's user. She could understand such logic, but she had to confirm it wasn't dangerous to everybody involved first. Now that seh was in the Armory, she did a rare thing for techpriests and removed her hood, letting her gray hair fall free as she looked with her big expecting eyes at the tall psyker, arms reaching out expectingly, waiting for the weapon to be handed over like it was a precious treasure.[color=8dc73f]" I will make it work~! BETTER~!"[/color] She chirped happily, already wondering why stop at violet glow when you could have it glow in a rainbow colors! Raibow colors were better! Not as much as gold, but gold color glow pasma weapons, she felt were best suited to be developped and delivered to Terra!