Oedmeir slapped her own face in exasperation. The Warp engine was clearly malfunctioning because of improperly laid cables and pipes, which affected its operation and shock absorption.
Yet in their eyes, that meant the sacred engine was communicating with them?
So what, they normally judged the engine by listening to its noises and feeling its vibrations? If it was not too noisy, the engine was running well; if it was noisy, the engine was in poor condition?
It reminded Oedmeir of when she had learned to pilot spacecraft at flight school. Those old, battered training ships had all shaken violently. Once she got used to them, Oedmeir only needed to feel the intensity of the vibrations through her body to tell whether a ship was about to stall.
But getting used to bad ships had a drawback. When she piloted those smooth, comfortable new ships, Oedmeir could not feel the hull vibrating, and thus could not properly gauge the engine's output rate.
Forget it... They had already lost so much technology. They had done their best. There was nothing to criticize...
She should just install a vibrator for these foolish boys, linking the engine's output rate to the vibrator's frequency.
Oedmeir secretly manipulated the nanite swarm to infiltrate the engine and reinstall its components. At the same time, she watched speechlessly as the Adeptus Mechanicus priests scattered repair nanite incense and lubricating coolant oil around the Warp engine.
The Adeptus Mechanicus priests prostrated themselves on the ground, muttering continuously as they sang religious hymns in binary.
Nanite incense and coolant oil could repair damage and vent heat from machinery, but they could not rely on those two things to fix everything, could they?
Oedmeir did not even want to open her eyes. She only wanted to finish installing the vibrator