I've Bought a Ticket Just to Enjoy the Destruction of Classical Economics from the Front Row

"Your order for ten thousand sets of 'Astral Warriors' power armor and thirty thousand sets of downgraded mechanical combat suits has been accepted. The forging AI aboard the Daughter of Abundance will revise the production schedule and set aside enough materials to complete your order.

"However, the official production process can't begin until the designated prototype has completed all its combat tests."

As Murphy was leaving the Daughter of Abundance, a Forge Sage carrying a forging hammer and equipped with a third plasma-welding mechanical arm found the vampire lord and presented him with a very formal forging requisition receipt.

It bore the signature protocol of Mistress Findil, the "Forger," along with detailed manufacturing specifications and an estimated completion date. Murphy couldn't help giving the Sentinel Legion a thumbs-up for the way they handled their business.

Though every one of these Primarchs wanted to marry their father and were genuine airhead mechanical waifus, they really did know how to get things done!

After carefully studying the receipt, he frowned and said:

"All the equipment for arming the Imperial Guard vanguard of the future will only take up 2% of your total production quota for one combat cycle? I thought my capricious request would cause you a lot of trouble."

"It is quite troublesome.

"To make room for that 2%, we had to revise our entire production schedule. To be honest, the time and effort wasted just adjusting the plan are worth far more than the total value of the downgraded weapons you ordered.

"But you are the honored Alpha, emissary of our great father. So long as your requests aren't unreasonable, our father's most loyal daughters will fulfill them."

The Forge Sentinel probably didn't have any intelligence plugins to assist with communication. These girls were all so blunt it was startling.