An enormous, almost entirely specialized district of the Forge World was devoted to cultivating Astartes augmentation organs. The Adeptus Mechanicus poured most of its biological production capacity into it. Today, the first batch of 200 sets of Biological Organs would be delivered to the Crimson Tide Chapter.
At Evan's "suggestion," production of the organs used in the first few augmentation procedures would increase further. Those used in the initial rounds of surgery had all been consumed, but some recruits had died before reaching the later procedures, leaving a considerable surplus of the biological organs used for those.
A new Strike Cruiser-the needs-repairs edition-was delivered to the shipyard. For once, the Crimson Tide Chapter had paid enough, and the Adeptus Mechanicus had no objection to taking the job.
Now it all depended on how well those Apothecary Aspirants had learned.
The Chief Apothecary had given them specialized training, with each man learning two or three procedures. When augmenting recruits, they only needed to handle their own assigned tasks properly.
Ten years! Each man had spent all that time practicing just those few procedures.
Even someone as hopeless as Evan should have learned by now.
The Chapter withdrew, and the planet dimmed its psychic beacon. The warriors went to recruit on another planet, one of the homeworlds of their second batch of recruits.
Scaria wept bitterly, utterly heartbroken. Don't leave! How would we survive without you?! You just need Neophyte Recruitment, right? We'll provide them! We'll volunteer to be your homeworld! Don't leave, boohoo~
Evan: No, I have to spread the love.
An Astra Militarum force had been camped here for ages without budging, practically serving as a planetary defense force. Its defensive strength was enough to hold out until Evan's main force arrived.
Neophyte Recruitment was entrusted entirely to Nian Cijin.