Bestowing Armor, and the Forge Master

Endurance, Space Marine armory.

Now.

A dim room, candlelight hazy, gathered in the center.

Blanca led Hades in, Hades's tall frame somewhat out of place in the room.

The veteran led Hades to a low platform surrounded by candles.

Hades had just been instructed to put on a heavy, bionic polymer armor undersuit and to memorize a sentence.

However, Hades had no idea what the High Gothic meant, only that he was required to say it at the end.

Couldn't they at least explain what the sentence meant?

It felt like signing a contract of indenture!

Garo, in the shadows of the room, looked at Hades, able to smell the slight scent of nervousness in the recruit's sweat.

Tsk.

Garo still had some expectations for this recruit who had fought alongside the Primarch at the end.

He hoped he wasn't mistaken.

Enrique, the Seventh Company's Forge Master, entered, followed by a Tech-Sergeant.

Clad in MK3 Power Armor, countless servitor arms on the power pack on its back trembled slightly as the Forge Master walked.

The Tech-Sergeant walked to Blanca's side, and after a moment, he would lead Hades in reciting the oath of allegiance.

Normally, a new recruit's arming ceremony would be led by an Adeptus Mechanicus Magos, but now was a period of transition for the Legion, with a large number of new recruits entering the army, and the Magos needed to be responsible for the Legion's equipment supply, so this task was simplified and handled by the Tech-Sergeant of each company.

Enrique went straight to Garo's side, and the two stood in the shadows, waiting for Hades's arming ceremony.

In Garo's helmet, a burst of static crackled through the personal communication channel.

Enrique's voice sounded, Low Gothic, deep and clear.

"Blanca didn't explain the oath to this recruit again."

Garo's gaze remained on Hades in the center of the room, the light of the candles flickering on the black armor undersuit.

"You have taken a liking to him."

It was a statement, not a question, Garo's calm and steady voice sounded.

Enrique wouldn't say something that sounded like an explanation for a new recruit.

The voice in the channel hesitated for a moment before sounding again.

"I and my colleagues from other companies went to Barbarus to collect their technology."

"This recruit... not only was he the one who accompanied the Primarch to the summit, but the armor they wore was also designed by him."

Commendable technical skill, not only a reasonable armor structure, but also a special technique to add a proportionate amount of local fern fiber to the ceramite to increase the overall toughness of the armor.

Enrique still remembered the expressions on the faces of the Forge Masters when they saw the sample of this armor and the rather detailed and precise drawings.

They originally thought this was a technology originally left behind on this planet, although this design was far behind the current technology of the Imperium, but from the economic structure on Barbarus, it could be seen that the local people did not have the possibility of developing such equipment themselves.

But later it was discovered that it was designed by a Death Guard rebel from the local area.

What surprised Enrique even more was that the designer of this armor was one of only two new recruits in his company.

He didn't know that Garo would give him such a great gift.

In fact, in all fairness, the doctrine followed by the Adeptus Mechanicus is to reproduce the "original appearance of the machine" that originally existed in the universe according to the wisdom of the Omnissiah.

They are not creating, they are only inspired by the Omnissiah to restore the original appearance of these equipments.

Bold innovation and transformation are not allowed, it is a kind of evil blasphemy.

But... there is always a small distance between ideals and reality.

Compared to the Magos chanting hymns in the forge, the battlefield with the roar of artillery fire always has too many accidents and variables.

If you have a Predator Tank and a Predator Tank with a broken track that is completely unusable.

Then, your squadron is required to attack a bastion in a narrow pass.

At this time, as the Tech-Sergeant of the squadron, do you remove the turret from the tank that is about to be scrapped and install it on the other one? Or not?

Of course, it will be installed on it.

But this falls into the scope of "blasphemy".

This has led to the Tech-Sergeants in the Legion not having a very good reputation with the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Moreover, Enrique has been following up and analyzing Primarch Mortarion's strategic preferences during this period.

The Death Guard's Forge Masters and Tech-Sergeants have found that Mortarion prefers to deploy infantry rather than using a large number of armored vehicles and transports.

This means that in the Death Guard Legion, the Tech-Sergeants, who are already marginalized because they believe in the Cult Mechanicus, will be further diluted in status.

Just then, a recruit appeared before Forge Master Enrique—one with a great talent for mechanical research and rumored to have a close relationship with Mortarion.

Even if he had the minor flaw of being a bit too creative, it was completely harmless.

Garo's voice interrupted Enrique's thoughts.

"It's the recruit training period; don't disturb him."

Red lights from various pieces of equipment flashed on Enrique's body.

"I know that."

The Tech-Sergeant's deep, powerful voice broke the silence in the room.

Hades stood on a low platform surrounded by candles, his heavy armor being assembled piece by piece by Servitors.

"Hades of Barbarus."

The Tech-Sergeant spoke in elaborate High Gothic.

"In the name of Mortarion and the Emperor."

"Do you swear to become his silent warrior?"

"Do you swear to become his unbreakable blade?"

"Do you swear to dedicate everything you have to the Imperium?"

The final piece of armor was assembled as the last sentence fell, and two Servitors carrying Bolters slowly entered.

In the shadows, Garo and Enrique's gazes turned to the figure on the low platform.

"For the Emperor."

The indistinct voice, tinged with a Barbaran accent, spoke his oath.

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