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“...sophisticated.” You blink and look around. “I didn't expect it to be so much like a manufactorum.”
It wasn't a manufactorum, of course - not as you expected it to be. There were no great palettes of weaponry, canisters, food packages or sundries ready for transport across the spires and into the void. There was the distant din of hundreds of initiates and technomats working, sometimes disassembling and reassembling the same device many times before moving on. Even with the output as low as it was, the work and parts of so many required that the smelters never cease producing, the lines never stop moving as palettes slowly filled with what were probably some of the finest firearms, auspex units and combi-tools in Odrev. This was a place of learning, of devotion to the Omnissiah by the sheer dedication to his craft, not holy works and idols.
“Sophisticated.” Alpha-Nought-5 rumbled, as if the thought was somewhat novel. “Most would never see the secrets of the machine lain so bare, yet you are surprised by the fact that it is advanced at all. Perhaps you have already been spoiled?”
You stiffen a little bit, and Alpha-Nought-5's wheels click and spin briefly.
“Forge Master!”
The two of you turn. A woman in Mechanicus red was running across the hallway to you. An adept, perhaps, judging by the heavy servo-arm sprouting from her back, something flapping behind it. Her robe was slit in the front, allowing her to run without tripping on the cloth, exposing a pair of augmetic legs when she took a step. Despite her bionics, she seemed somewhat winded, as if she had been running a while.
She slowed to a stop in front of the two of you, dropping her hands onto her knees and breathing heavily. There was a rasp that sounded after she breathed in past a certain point- an augmetic lung, perhaps? “I... had to... run across the... entire... bloody temple...”
“You took long.” Alpha-Nought-5 noted dryly.
“When I reached the main hall, you were already gone.” She gasped, looking up through her hair and the rim of her hood.
“We only walked a short distance.”
“Not everyone walks as bloody <span class="mu-i">fast</span> as you!”
“Perhaps you should change that.”
She sighed in aggravation. “For the last time, I'm not going to replace my legs with bloody <span class="mu-i">treads</span>! I <span class="mu-i">like</span> my legs!”
You glance at Alpha-Nought-5.
“It rhymes with her name in binary.” Alpha-Nought-5 replied, as if that explained everything. “Auspicious.”
