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, weapon shops, armories, refineries, ore warehouses and hangars, and there are also millions of skilled workers, laborers and servitors living inside.
It takes 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 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. The forged iron and
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 it does 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 making these weapons, and are guaranteed to never fail.
Stat's armor is carefully forged on the anvil and 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.
When the Sage of Exploration Deejay Katona passed under the gilded archway leading to the armory, his logic module was running rapidly.
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 shuttled from container to container, testing 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.
Those who do 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 Sage Tammy Poulson, the person in charge of the Volcano.
"Can the production progress be kept up recently?"
"No problem, Great Sage."
The highly mechanized Sage Tammy Poulsen uses instruments to simulate the voice of his flesh-and-blood past, but his pronunciation is 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 is there such a rush 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 that we can provide the best to the Emperor's warriors.
Armor and weapons, and can play a greater role."
"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.
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 its 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 it to 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 robotic arms in the room.
"But he has been evasive and has shown a considerable degree of impatience."
"We pissed him off?"
"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 treasures of 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 face of it. I'm still 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 let me 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 price 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 conflicts 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.