Although the Volcano is not a mechanical Ark, as a foundry ship, it also carries high-value production lines inside, and its scale is even larger than a certain furnace in the forge world. .
As long as you enter the hinterland of the foundry ship, you can see countless smelters, weapons shops, armories, refineries, ore warehouses and hangars, and there are also millions of skilled workers, laborers and servitors living inside. It took countless of them to keep the machinery of the foundry running.
Like most foundries in the forge world, the factories inside the Volcano also serve war. It is difficult for the exploration fleet to predict what kind of enemies it will encounter in the void, let alone how many weapons and ammunition it will need to forge iron and steel. The steel cut out can never fill the desire of war.
In the center of the foundry ship, a huge dispatching platform transports thousands of freight containers from various supply depots to the platform for standby, and transports materials to different factories according to instructions.
However, during this time, a special production line was running at full capacity.
Most of the time, this production line is in a dormant state, because its role is rather special-everything about it serves the Astartes.
These foundries produce the weapons used by the Emperor's most fearsome warriors to realize his great dreams. Generally, the most skilled experts in the Forge World are responsible for creating these weapons and guaranteeing that they will never fail. A Stat's armor is meticulously forged on the anvil, then calibrated to the highest standards.
Bolters, lascannons, missile launchers and other Astartes weaponry are manufactured here, shaped armor plates rumble off vast assembly lines, vaulted hangars and entire city-sized assembly areas are dedicated to To produce countless explosive bombs.
As Questing Sage Dije Katona passed beneath the gilded archway that led to the armory, his logic modules were racing.
The past few days have been very sad and torturous for him. Everything he originally planned has gone out of control, and now he must face a difficult choice.
The warehouse outside the arch was brightly lit. The roof was hundreds of meters high from him. The direction at the far end was unclear. The loader operator controlled the whining elevator to transport piles of metal materials in metal containers. They are arranged in a long row along the wall, extending to the far end.
Hundreds of quality inspection experts shuttle from container to container, inspecting each container and checking the measurement readings of each material against preset specifications.
Only in rare cases does a smelter produce raw material that does not meet stringent testing standards, which will lead to a thorough investigation into the cause of the defect. Any defect will become an isolated case, and those who have been lax in causing the defect will people will be severely punished.
Only after every piece of material has been inspected and confirmed can it be put into the actual production line.
'Never fail' is more than just a slogan for the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Especially now.
After walking a few dozen meters, Deejay Katona took a deep breath and turned to the leader of the Volcano, Sage Tammy Poulson.
"Can the production progress be kept up recently?"
"No problem, Great Sage."
The highly mechanized Sage Tammy Bolson uses instruments to simulate the voice of his flesh-and-blood past, but his pronunciation is somewhat nasal and unpleasant.
"It's just that the current inventory capacity of silicon and quenched steel, as well as microcrystalline wax and dilute acid is approaching critical and dangerous levels."
Deejay Katona shook his head.
"No, now is not the time to consider the cost."
"Why are you in such a hurry to produce Astartes equipment?"
"Due to some missteps, we have had some unhappiness with our former partner, who now lacks faith in us and our abilities, so we must show each other the best we can offer the Emperor's warriors. armor and weapons, and can be used to a greater extent.”
"I understand, Great Sage."
That's what the other person said, but Deejay Katona knew that he actually didn't understand.
After all, the whole thing was basically run by myself, and the mistakes were made by myself.
Just then a porter passed by the two sages, pushing a row of gleaming, freshly cleaned pauldrons.
This rough biochemical monster is muscular all over, and the genetically modified thick torso is equipped with pistons to further enhance its strength. The slave worker effortlessly holds the heavy pieces of armor with his hydraulic claws. Each piece of armor is shining with silver. It was left unpainted leaving the Astartes to decorate it with their own livery.
"The day before yesterday, I wanted to try to talk to the Soshiyan Chapter Commander about the previous plasma weapons."
Deejay Cato withdrew his gaze from the slave workers and walked along the production line consisting of pistons and mechanical arms in the room.
"But he's been evasive and shown a fair amount of impatience."
"Did we piss him off?"
"Maybe. I let my emotions and hormones control me during that meeting. This was my mistake. I have made further adjustments to my brain and fluid ratio for this reason, but the mistake must be undone."
As he spoke, the exploring sage pointed to one of the armors being assembled.
"This armor is a resource more valuable than most in the Imperium, and on most days it gives me great satisfaction to know how dependent the Astartes are on us."
He saw Tammy Poulson about to speak, and immediately continued:
"Of course I won't say that on the face of it, but I remain in awe of the power of the Astartes and take comfort in the fact that we are protected by these awesome heroes."
"Conclusion: Your words lead me to infer that you are in a bad mood today."
"The fact is, old man, although I try to immerse myself in my daily work, I find that I still can't forgive myself for my failure. The STC template in Mechanical Ark has been made public, and we no longer have an exclusive opportunity. And the precious Mechanical Ark will not be owned by us, unless we can win enough support from Soshyan and lend us his power to recapture the Ark. The man-eating sharks and malicious warriors have already withdrawn, and now Soshyan They have become a decisive force, but the cost of hiring them is too high at the moment... We do not have enough leverage, and the other party has made it clear that there will be no further conflict with Mars."
"This is really bad. All our efforts have been wasted."
"The situation is not at its worst yet. According to the previous agreement, after the templates are announced, the Space Marines will take one-tenth, which is two copies. The remaining fifteen templates should be divided equally, but There was no agreement on who would divide it or how it would be divided.”
"But now those STC templates are in the hands of the Space Marines."
His old friend's words hit the mark, and Deejay Katona couldn't help but let out a mechanical sigh.
