(||￢▽￢) Plans and Changes
A few days later, deep in the decks of FC-N-01, nearly everyone in the resistance's base—a huge abandoned compartment that had been converted into a hideout—was rubbing their hands together as they prepared for the coming battle.
Yes, a battle!
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it an impending uprising?
Their leader, Ali, had given the order: all members were to prepare for battle. Their people in every department had also been mobilized. They were waiting for Horus to die and for the Vengeful Spirit to fall into chaos. Then they would make their move.
They might not even wait for Horus to die.
In short!
The order had been given. Only the exact timing remained undecided. Even so, everyone was already taking action, preparing for that moment.
For instance, in the base's functional area, the smiths sat around crude workbench lathes, their hands dancing nimbly over the anvils. They laid down piece after piece of iron, and amid a shower of sparks, each plate of armor was quickly hammered into shape.
The armor plates were no match for those made in the Imperium's finest forges, and they could only be fashioned into the most basic protection. Still, they embodied the resistance members' ingenuity and hard work. They would provide a rudimentary defense and offer what help they could to the warriors taking part in the uprising.
Of course, they probably wouldn't be able to do much.
Beyond the forge, the weapons workshop was just as busy.
Parts for the specially made, single-shot Bolters were assembled one by one. Once each weapon was completed, it was neatly placed on a rack, awaiting inspection.
The weapons might look crude and could only fire one shot at a time, but they packed a punch. For