The spacious warehouse was packed with people. Numerous burly, imposing Astartes strode excitedly toward the small circular platforms scattered across the floor.
Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and eagerness. They wanted to quickly don their personally tailored Star Sea Power Armor and experience the advanced technology of the Star Army.
Even battle-hardened commanders like Tyberos found it difficult to suppress their longing for the new power armor. Without hesitation, they quickly stepped onto the small platforms and stood tall as they waited to be fitted with their armor.
Once everyone was standing firmly on the platforms, a crisp series of clicks suddenly rang out.
Like beasts that had lain dormant for ages suddenly awakening, countless mechanical claws flashing with cold light instantly extended from beneath the platform bases.
Moving at a dazzling speed, these mechanical claws precisely fitted themselves against the bodies of Tyberos and the others, beginning detailed data scans while removing their clothing.
Just a few seconds later, the power armor specially tailored for the Astartes and stored on weapon racks nearby began moving on its own as if by magic.
They traced graceful arcs through the air and arrived precisely before the Astartes. Immediately afterward, another rapid series of clicks echoed through the entire space.
The nimble mechanical claws moved like well-trained soldiers, methodically dismantling the power armor piece by piece and precisely installing each component onto the Astartes' towering, mighty bodies.
Not only were the mechanical claws lightning-fast, but they were also exceptionally steady. Every connection fit perfectly, without the slightest flaw.
The mechanical claws moved busily yet orderly through the crowd, swiftly and accurately assembling one piece of power armor after another into place.
In the blink of an eye, the Astartes who had been dressed in ordinary clothing were transformed into fully armed,