Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy Chapter 35 35: Perhaps I Should Just Take the Bionic?

After performing the short-range jump away from the Hangar Bay, Axion returned directly to the material warehouse he had visited earlier with Thien.

Although Axion had never manufactured Bionics before, he possessed the capability to construct other machine-minds (A.I.). All he needed to do was find suitable humanoid chanical parts, build a chanical leg and arm, and then integrate electronic neural bundles to interface with the remaining nerve structure at the wound site.

During their recent contact, Thien's physical structure had been repeatedly scanned by Axion. While Thien was completely unaware of this, the anatomy of these Space Marines held no secrets for Axion.

Despite lacking authorization, Axion effortlessly procured the required tallic materials. While he casually perford a physical shutdown on a few Servo-Skulls that attempted to impede his actions, no further resistance materialized.

With the materials in hand, Axion imdiately returned to the maintenance bay.

Sparks flew at the workbench as Axion constructed several uniquely shaped molds from simple materials. He then used his Neutron Beam to lt down the 'few' materials he had acquired, and after re-refining them, poured the scorching white-hot liquid tal into the molds.

Soon, brand-new tallic structures, still faintly glowing red, appeared on the large surface of the workbench.

Controlling the workbench's ultra-high-temperature laser cutter, Axion even manually etched intricate circuit patterns onto the structure of these chanical bionic limbs.

Once all the preparation work was complete, the assembly began instantly.

Detailed components were pieced together, and all the circuit lines were precisely interconnected.

After the overall construction was finished, Axion imrsed the limbs in a vat filled with a strange tallic liquid.

This bizarre, dark-red molten substance did not adhere to the assembled bionics in thick clumps, as other molten tals would.

Instead, it ford a protective, film-like tallic layer around the exterior of the bionic limbs. This material would shield the underlying circuit structures and enhance the bionic's durability—a form of specialized ancient encapsulation technology.

These were the finest bionic limbs Axion could create with the materials he had on hand.

As the work concluded, Axion picked up the bionics and turned, leaving the maintenance bay.

From a corner of the bay, two furtive figures imdiately darted out.

They were none other than the two missing Magos of the Adeptus chanicus.

After confirming Axion's departure, they rushed to the workbench, scanned all the molds Axion had left behind, and carefully packaged all the remaining tal materials, along with the vat of cooling, hardening molten tal.

The Servitors, pressed into service, staggered under the weight of the tal, slowly transporting the goods to the Aquila Lander.

The originally small shuttle was instantly cramd full.

The Inquisitor, who had been searching for the two Magos, did not understand why the Servitors were transporting so much random tallic residue back to the shuttle, but he knew this was typical chanicus behaviour.

Stopping the near-continuous line of Servitors, the Inquisitor quickly found the Magos in the maintenance bay, deep in frantic discussion.

The two Magos were constantly comparing the molds they had scanned and attempting to identify the corresponding chanical structures, desperately trying to reverse-engineer the bionic limbs Axion had just manufactured.

But ancient technology was not so easily decoded. The key elents lay in the neural-like circuit structures on the chanical body, rendering re external imitation useless.

They, however, were oblivious to this fact.

Axion, carrying the two bionic limbs, walked directly toward the Apothecarion.

His constant movent around the ship had given him a clear understanding of the vessel's compartnt layout.

The ship possessed only a few dical facilities capable of supporting an Astartes.

Their sheer size and weight ant that standard dical platforms used for 'ordinary humans' could not support them.

After cross-referencing the available Astartes-rated dical facilities in his core data, Axion headed for the one closest to the Hangar Bay.

When his tall, silver-white figure appeared at the Apothecarion door, only three figures lay within.

Their heavy ceramite armour had been removed, and the three heavily muscled, yet dismbered, n lay on the dical beds.

Ousen, the Apothecary, still clad in his Power Armour, was busy working.

The severed areas of all three warriors were coated with a green gel, and they lay waiting on the beds.

The Astartes body possesses superhuman self-healing capabilities. In just a few hours, the wounds on their bodies were already beginning to heal.

However, reattaching a severed limb was not a simple task.

It was not a matter of simply affixing the severed limb and waiting for natural self-repair.

The green gel sterilized the wounds and, critically, prevented the wound from healing imdiately. During this window, the Apothecary had to work quickly to restore viability to the severed parts before reattaching them to the body.

Axion, holding the bionics, suddenly realized this problem upon arrival.

Biological entities could regenerate; severed limbs could be reconnected; bio-technology could repair or recreate limbs.

As an Iron Man, he had unconsciously overlooked this issue.

After all, machine-minds never feared injury; damaged bodies could be replaced, core consciousness uploaded, and reloaded into a new chassis.

Looking down at the chanical bionics he had just completed, Axion looked at Thien on the dical bed.

The four Astartes present naturally noticed Axion, his towering form and heavy footsteps.

"Are those the bionics you fabricated for ?"

Thien t Axion's electronic eye, then glanced at the limbs in his chanical grip. Outwardly, they looked completely different from Imperial bionics.

Their design was precise, not coarse and utilitarian like the Imperial standard.

Axion nodded, then shook his head.

"They were designed for you, but it appears they may not be necessary now. Perhaps native limb re-implantation and repair is more suitable for your body."

Thien seed to sense Axion's disappointnt and hesitated before speaking.

"Perhaps... I should just take the bionic after all?"

Hearing Thien's suggestion, the Apothecary imdiately tore off his helt.

"Sergeant, please do not invalidate my work! Re-implantation is a rare opportunity, and I have made considerable preparations."

Looking at the resolute face of the Apothecary, Thien glanced awkwardly at Axion standing before his dical bed.

He then seed to make a significant decision.

"Ousen, I have decided to let you repair the arm. As for the leg, please be so kind as to call Farien and see about installing the bionic that Axion has constructed for ."

Bionic replacent was not the Apothecary's duty; while it involved limb repair, it fell under the domain of the Techmarine.

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