With the efficient guidance of the intelligent AI, the Astartes displayed astonishing learning ability. In less than half an hour, they had familiarized themselves with the many complex auxiliary functions built into the power armour.
These battle-hardened Astartes had once fought on the battlefield wearing the Imperium's relatively outdated power armour.
Because of this, when faced with the more advanced power armour before them, they could draw on their accumulated experience and keen sense of touch to quickly get the hang of it and master its controls at a speed most people could scarcely imagine.
There was no doubt that the advantage their unique experience gave them, while not enormous, was far from insignificant.
Nack walked over to Tyberos, who had just finished familiarizing himself with the power armour. Once suited up, Tyberos had suddenly grown to an astonishing height of three meters and seventy centimeters!
He towered several heads above Nack. Nack had to tilt his head back to look at the increasingly imposing giant.
"So, what do you think of this Assault Power Armour, painstakingly crafted from Adamantium?"
It was worth mentioning that the power armour issued to the eight Chapter commanders, Tyberos among them, was the same pattern worn by the Star Space Marines' officers.
What was more, none of its features had been cut back or weakened. It retained the full suite of powerful defensive systems, including a Void Shield, a plasma shield, and a small Void Shield.
These were privileges reserved for senior officers—perks that ordinary Astartes could never hope to enjoy.
In any case, officers deserved decent treatment. If their conditions were too poor, how could anyone expect them to risk their lives without reservation and give everything they had?
Tyberos raised his left arm high, his face alight with delight, and fixed his