[color=8dc73f]„Indeed, pondering is a dangerous activity!”[/color] Medaira confirmed with an exclamation and all too serious look given at the Celestian.[color=8dc73f]” I knew a… colleague who was pondering the origin of the chicken and the egg conundrum! He suffered serious overheating damage, dehydratation and logic errors after 10 days of pondering!”[/color] The tech priestess proclaimed, but whether or not she was serious or she was suffering her own logic error was completely in the eye of the beholder.

 [color=8dc73f]“On it, Leader Lady Andromedai~[/color]” Mediara chirped as she followed closely after the Celestian, her mechadendrites moving jolly around her as she held her boltgun in her right arm and her Melee weapon in the left. The servo head was merrily and sneakily following somewhat behind them, Medaira now using it to keep an eye on their flanks.

 Medaira made a curious sound, studying the traps too.[color=8dc73f]” With chaos and traps like this, it’s usually for corruption later or ritual sacrifices.” [/color]She said with weirdly amused voice.[color=8dc73f]” Since it’s the big brain cult at play, I’d say it’s part of a the later rather than the former.”[/color] Medaira added with a shoulder shrug and continued to follow deeper into the complex of the base.[color=8dc73f]” This looks… like an arena!”[/color] The tech priestess mused and looked at the big rune covered door.[color=8dc73f]” Who want’s to bet there’s something really big and scary on the other side? I’m betting a month’s supplies of sanctified screws.”[/color]

  And then suddenly a deamonette! A daemonette that speaks!!! What is this madness!? Medaira suddenly recovered from her mock shock and horror as she laid her eyes on the female warpspawn, evaluating her while she spoke. Her gaze momentary turned to Adrianne as if to confirm she has heard the request, but rested her gaze on her chest for a moment instead, then turned to the celestian and her power armored torso, followed by Stukov’s for some reason before looking down at herself and back to the Daemonette’s chest with the most intense stare she had ever displayed. It wasn’t lewd or leering. No it was a 100% deathly serious, studying one. Finally she let out a sigh so great and turned her head to the side, great disappointment filling her eyes.

 [color=8dc73f]“So fake… must be dirt poor or low on the power rankings to not even be able to afford proper ‘improvements’… Psyker Friend’s tactical padding/secondary sexual characteristics is both greater and natural. Sigh… seen better on pleasure worlds, standards in Daemonette recruitment must have fallen.”[/color] She finished her sentence with another great sigh, all the while her servo head was tactically making it’s way across the roof of the dome, waiting for the right time to zip over and drop some proper frag presents!