Although Iron Hammer felt Lin En's lousy requirements insulted his professional expertise, Lin En would be using these ships himself, so he still had the final say.
Even a turtle and a mung bean could make a match, as long as they liked what they saw.
Ugly iron boxes.
Time to get to work!
The entire production line was converted to welding these lousy iron boxes, a task that required no technical skill.
The original blueprints were taken down, and the Steel Plate Cutter was reconfigured to cut material to the iron boxes' dimensions.
The Engine Assembly Bench was readjusted to ensure high speed and powerful thrust.
The Welding Robots were reprogrammed to follow the iron boxes' seams. Precision didn't matter, only speed.
Requirements this shoddy made production even faster.
There was no need to smooth the edges. One pass of the cutter sliced the steel plates into pieces, and the scraps were swept straight away.
The Welding Robots made a circuit of spot welds in seconds, joining the plates together. As long as the welds held, that was enough.
Engine assembly required neither calibration nor leveling. Set the engine on the frame, tighten the bolts, connect the fuel lines-as long as it could fly, that was enough.
The machine spirit would handle the remaining adjustments itself.
Done.
With requirements this crude, production capacity increased several times over again.
The conveyor belts had once moved slowly. Now they raced along, with steel plates going in one end and iron boxes coming out the other, like steamed buns rolling out of a kitchen.
Iron Hammer looked at the production figures on his Dataslate.
Nice.
They were terrifying just to look at.
He had barely ever seen a real battlefield.
What kind of enemies did the Imperium face, for Lin En to