In the rest area, [Name? Not Decided] jumped down from his bunk and went from one Player rest section to another, calling people out.
"Want to take a look around the factory together?" he asked, knocking on the other Players' cabin doors.
"Look around? Look at what?" A Player poked his head out.
"See what a Warhammer factory actually looks like! Aren't you curious?" Name said excitedly.
"Now that you mention it, I'm actually interested. Let's go, let's go." The other Player immediately perked up.
"I'm not going. I still have to play Werewolf with Third Squad later." Some Players were uninterested.
After asking around, a tour group of more than a dozen Players officially took shape. Brimming with confidence, they left the rest area and soon stopped a Servitor patrolling the corridor.
leader Name spoke up. "Excuse me... uh..."
The Servitor's monotonous synthesized voice immediately replied, "Sir, you may call me Uranium HJ354."
"Sounds highly radioactive..." Name muttered, but he still politely asked, "Can you show us around this factory?"
"My apologies, sir." Uranium HJ354 tilted its mechanical head slightly. "I need to request permission from Priest Osimia."
"Then hurry up," Name urged. "Just take us somewhere that isn't classified. We only want to look around."
The Servitor stood there for a while, as though carrying out some form of data transfer or internal communication. A moment later, its sole mechanical eye flashed. "Priest Osimia has approved the request. Please follow me. I will temporarily serve as your guide, though certain confidential areas will remain inaccessible."
"Got it, got it. Hurry up." The Players urged impatiently.
Uranium HJ354 led the Players through the maze-like corridors and production lines of the Holy Trinity Forge Workshop. Enormous mechanical arms swung through the air with deafening roars; molten metal cascaded down like