While waiting for the Terran mission to arrive, Soshyan was not idle. Although there was still a lack of supplies and personnel, part of the repair work on the Scar of Victory had already started.
The first thing to start is the outer area, where the border formed by the metal cables adjacent to the dock is surrounded by a swarm of welding drones.
In order to inspect each damaged block, maintenance personnel dismantled most of the armor, leaving the decks directly exposed to the void, but they would soon be covered by heavy anti-ablative armor plates, leaving only the most powerful space
Only ordnance can penetrate it.
Inspectors floated between steel latticework, lifting half-finished bulkheads ahead of loading payloads.
The priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus hurried through the large cavity, shunting the binary instructions everywhere, assessing, measuring and directing.
Soshyan spent two hours driving the shuttle to tour the entire Star Castle, shuttling between the steel cliffs and the cabins between the arc flashes.
Loken accompanied Soshyan, who walked at a leisurely pace, showing off everything he could, clearly extremely proud of himself for presiding over the job.
"We spent a lot of time to restore it, sir. Thanks to the internal structural design drawings of the Ramirez-class star fortress provided by Mars, we were able to work so smoothly."
The shuttle pivoted on an invisible axis, then began to climb, gliding between rows of half-finished decks.
Occasionally, a thoroughfare opens, allowing one to get a glimpse into the heart of the fortress, whose complexity is formidable.
Soshiyang observed all this, silent, but his eyes sunken deeply into his face took in everything.
Loken knew very well that when he was in such a mood, it was best to keep quiet.
The Chapter Master is studying the fortress as he studies every weapon in its possession - looking for flaws and assessing its power.
"These sections can be completed within weeks."
The shuttle passed through a circular opening that was opening, exposing the pillars of a hall like a rib against a deep sky filled with stars.
"This will then become your strategic research room, sir. By the way, we have expanded the space of the center to accommodate more arrays of meditators."
Soshyan leaned forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees.
A larger hall slowly came into view. The dome made of armored glass was inlaid with concentric annular arch beams. The elevator rotated on the center line, and a large number of cogitator computing cores were pulled and loaded into the grooves under the dome.
There are thousands of slaves working in this space alone, most of them can only barely be called humans, and Lovelace can also be seen commanding them.
The deck of the shuttle trembled, as if it had been hit by some kind of atmospheric interference, and the observation window was temporarily filled with cracks caused by static electricity.
"A brief burst of oxygen under the influence of gravity."
Loken explained.
"Would you like to land for a closer look, my lord?"
Soshyan nodded in agreement, still studying the superstructure around them, staring at the beams and skeletal pillars like a priest tearing apart the flesh of a divination sacrifice.
As the shuttle descended toward the illuminated decks, enveloped in a vibrating teardrop-shaped gas cloud maintained at survivable temperatures, the worst of the background radiation had been eliminated.
Then, the shuttle's frame extended outwards, and steam clouds filled the matte gray deck below.
At the base of the unfolding slope, a delegation of the Adeptus Mechanicus awaited. A phalanx of twenty Skitarii Guardians armed with long-handled war maces, accompanied by a limp Adeptus Mechanicus in scarlet uniforms.
monk.
This man has an expanded rib-like mechanical chest, underneath is a crab-like sliding device, and his face is a mask as smooth as a mirror.
This is the envoy of Zhao Akada.
"Captain Soshyan, welcome."
This envoy's name is Jairzinho Zavala, a sage from Zhao-Arkadar. He replaced the previous envoy, which also reflects the importance the Forge World attaches to the Suffering Alliance deal.
In fact, they value not only this single transaction, but also the friendship of the entire Suffering Alliance, especially Soshiyang's expression of the alliance's hope for more cooperation with the Forge World in the future. Even after signing the contract, Zhao Aka
Da posted it immediately.
One hopes to revive the world, but suffers from isolation and helplessness.
One needs to regain his strength, but a penny is too much for the hero.
One is wealthy and the other powerful, so the two naturally hit it off.
Although Zhao Akada cannot fully undertake the repair work of the entire Star Fortress, they can at least restore some of its functions first, and the rest can take their time.
"Master Zavala, thank you for your hard work."
Soshyan stretched out his arm, gently held the opponent's raised robotic arm, and then looked around.
"The progress is faster than I thought."
"The main reason is that this area has not been too seriously damaged. The only time-consuming work is to clean it up."
Under the leadership of Master Zavala, they entered a circular hall with a diameter of 130 meters.
The hall was emitting a gentle light at this time - although Soshyan could not find an obvious light source.
Except for a segment of the fan, the walls of the hall are of mechanically polished rock, whose polished and reflective properties give it the appearance of marble.
The wall that was not made of stone seemed to emit light as if it had an internal light source. A curtain of energy invisible to the naked eye swayed and jumped in front of the wall, revealing a rippled and charming rainbow light in the multi-spectral enhanced vision.
This is the central hall that has been expanded and renovated. Only the most basic work has been completed so far. Those walls are huge display screens that have both display and projection functions.
There is a leaf-shaped arch in the center of the wall, and the simple door is equipped with a digital keypad and a wheel.
Soshiyan walked over and stood in front of the energy field and turned to look at Irzinho Zavala.
"I came into contact with the priests of Mars a few days ago. They seem to be prejudiced against some forged worlds in the Storm Star Territory, and even call some of them wizards. Did you know?"
Obviously, the "certain worlds" Soshyan refers to are Zhao Akada.
In fact, this is not a lie. He did communicate with the representative of Mars. The other party did not like the world of Zhao-Akada, and he did call the technology priests above him "wizards."
"Wizard? No, I don't know, but what difference does it make? In the end, ignorant people will still mistake sufficiently advanced technology for witchcraft."
Irzinho Zavala recounted it without any emotion.
"A long time ago, we were ahead of all other worlds in our era in certain technological advancements. At that time, we also entered into a contract with the Thousand Sons."
"I know that. Perhaps it is for this reason that you are despised by Mars?"
"It's actually not important."
"How did your technology get lost after that?"
"No, it's not lost."
The multispectral eyepiece of the Tech Sage made a slight clicking sound, indicating that it was rotating.
"We voluntarily gave up those technologies."
"Why?"
"Because it is too dangerous, our ancestors tried to use technology to create a consciousness far beyond human beings... That consciousness will not be bound by the technology of natural laws, and can twist those laws into what they want. Everything about them
The struggle is all about making it a reality.”
"It sounds... quite heretical indeed."
"So they gave up."
Soshyan looked at the technological sage and wondered whether it was really wise to be associated with that marginalized forging world.
But then, a report interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir, Terra's envoys have left the subspace node."