Chapter 1288 The Troubles of Sage Reza
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 that of a certain ship in the forge world. The furnace is even larger. .
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 hangars living inside. Servitors, there are countless of them who keep the foundry machines running.
Like most foundries in the forging world, the factories inside the Volcano also serve the 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. , forged iron and cut steel 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 stations to the platform to stand by, 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 they are guaranteed to last forever. Without fail, all Astartes armor is meticulously forged on the anvil and then calibrated to the highest specifications.
Boltguns, lascannons, missile launchers and other Astartes weaponry are all crafted here, with formed armor plates rumbling off vast assembly lines, vaulted hangars and throughout the city Assembly areas large and small are dedicated to producing countless explosive bombs.
As Questing Sage Dije Katona passed beneath the gilded archway leading 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 is brightly lit, with the roof hundreds of meters above him. The direction at the far end is unclear. The loader operator controls the whining elevator to transport piles of metal materials. They are packed in metal containers and arranged in a long row along the wall, extending to the far end.
Hundreds of quality inspection experts shuttle from container to container, testing each container and checking the measurement readings of each piece of material against preset specifications.
On the rare occasion that raw material produced by a smelter fails to meet stringent testing standards, this will lead to a thorough investigation into the cause of the defect and any defect will become an isolated case. Those whose laxity leads to deficiencies will be severely punished.
Only after every piece of material has been inspected and confirmed, can it be put into the real 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 you keep up with the recent production progress?"
"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."
Digi Katona shook his head.
“No, now is not the time to consider the cost.”
“Why are we in such a hurry to produce Astartes equipment?” “Due to certain mistakes, we and our previous partners There has been some unhappiness, and now he lacks trust in us and our abilities, so we must show each other that we can provide the best armor and weapons to the Emperor's warriors and can be more effective."
"I understand, Great Sage."
The other party said so, but Deejay Katona knew that he actually did not understand.
After all, the whole thing was basically run by myself, and the mistakes were made by myself.
At this time, 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.”
Dije Cato withdrew his eyes from the slave workers and walked along The production line consisting of pistons and robotic arms moves in the room.
“But he has been evasive and has shown considerable impatience.”
“Have we angered him?”
"Maybe, I let my emotions and hormones control me during that meeting. This was my mistake. For this reason, I have made further adjustments to my brain and fluid ratio, 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 of the wealth within 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 wouldn't say that on the surface. I am still in awe of the power of the Astartes. We take comfort in the protection of these awesome heroes.”
"Conclusion: Your words lead me to infer that you are in a bad mood today."
"The truth is, old man, although I try to immerse myself in my daily work, I find that I still can't forgive myself failed, the STC template in Mechanical Ark has been made public. We no longer have the opportunity to monopolize it, and the precious Mechanical Ark will not be owned by us unless we can win enough support from Soshiyang to use his The power is lent to us to retake the Ark. The man-eating sharks and malicious warriors have withdrawn. Now Soshiyan and the others have become the decisive force, but the price to pay for hiring them is too high at the moment. We do not have enough chips, and the other party It has been made clear that there will be no further conflict with Mars."
"This is really bad. All our efforts have been in vain."
"The situation is not the worst yet. At that time, according to the previous agreement, after the templates were announced, the Space Marines would take one-tenth, that is, two copies. The remaining fifteen templates should be divided equally, but there was no original agreement on who would divide them. , how to divide."
"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.
(End of this chapter)