The Longest Short Bus. Chapter 55

In this universe, the majority of the strongest being's and the most powerful followed a... Fucking stupid logic to smash one another in melee for some stupid as fuck reason.

A fact that I was going to abuse and take advantage in the best way as now with a multi mile long ship with plenty of room within it. I had plenty of space to truly build the good shit.

A twenty-meter-tall Champion of Khorne? It can have fun fighting a Jeager from Pacific Rim with enough holy relics covering it to make a contingent of Grey Knight's feel like they have the smallest dick in the locker room.

A big angry Carnifex trying to run down my elite hunter-killer squads? A Titan from Titan Fall that would be heavily augmented with holy relics, energy shields, and better weapons would smash into it from fucking orbit.

'I can do some powerful magical rituals and shit. But those gain too much attention from the bird fucker in the Warp and I don't want his attention.' I mused to myself as I worked with the now hundreds of Glimmer Fabricators that were hooked into the assembly line I had.

Basically the assembly line would have the Glimmer Fabricators printing out parts and putting those parts on the assembly line allowing the assembly line to much more quickly put together much large projects without me needing to revamp all my Glimmer fabricators.

But in this theme, of going to heavy war at this point. And being ready for a major conflict, I was using a template of the Mark 3 Jeager in the Gypsy Danger obviously as although it was bare bones in terms of not having a specialty. It would be far easier to mount weapons and such on it.

So the Gypsy Danger, a full eighty meters tall, two thousand tons, giant robot that was built specifically to fight giant ass kaiju... Which honestly perfectly fighting Tyrranids obviously.

But... My line of Gypsy Danger's which, there would be five as I had traded. A metric fuck load of raw materials to the orgasmically happy Ecclesiarchy for the extra holy weapons and armor.

I was going to overhaul all their shit. Their nuclear reactors? Nope, being replaced with gravity well generators. Even their metal frames were going to literally be replaced with Vibranium so that physical damage? Yeah that wouldn't be much of a thing in that amounts.

As I doubted even Thanos with his bullshit Nintendo Powerglove could punch through a meter thick of Vibranium so easily when it was heavily enchanted and had thousands of prayers protecting it each day.

Though the weapons would also be getting some upgrades as well. The plasma caster on the one arm would replaced with a large-scale matter disintegrator similar to what the Necron's used but much faster in action and deeper in scale.

While the for the chain sword... Well with it being several dozen meters in length, and each teeth of the chain sword being a literal fucking ton in weight and density. That gave me plenty of space and material to work with in making each teeth in the chain a sword it's own giant power sword in 40K terms.

So to sum it up, each Jaeger was going to still fit within the Imperium's knowledge of technology though I had no doubt that the moment any sizable contingent of the blasted Martians saw it. I would have entire fleets after my ass.

As for the Titan's. Those would be more on the 'mundane' side of things. They would be the heavy support and damage for my contingents of Guardsmen while my Sister's of Battle were my elite units.

"Sir... Can I get a titan with a giant sniper rifle?" Ecris begged with need clear in her voice as she saw the Titan Assembly line putting together the fifty titans I had planned for my current forces.

I scoffed and retorted with amusement. "Hell no, the point of a Titan is to be seen with their energy shields making them greatly resistant to any attacks... Wait, a stealth mode that makes you invisible" I mused as the catgirl violently vibrated in place staring at me with wide soulful eyes.

Ecris's vibrating only strengthened as I made the mistake of meeting the predator's eye's. 

"Maybe." I finished with a sigh knowing all too well that I would be making the psychopathic catgirl a sneaky titan with probably an artillery laser weapon.

Either way, I got back to work as a Custodian stood just in my shadow as I worked to include... Fucking all of the holy symbols I could into the Jeagar's while making sure the minimal Ai within the Jeager's and Titan's couldn't be infected or corrupted by Chaos.

As I was all too aware of how true sentient Ai like the original Emperor Class titan could be corrupted by Chaos.

Though I was surprised as the Custodian asked bluntly. "How do you plan to have Guardsmen control these... Titans and that Jeager. They will not have gone through any Princept training or mental conditioning." 

I shrugged and said easily. "Yes, but my technology isn't degraded from tens of millennia of disuse and actual understanding of the technology itself being lost. Even the Jeagar's can be controlled by a single pilot even though it would strain them if done for multiple hours with how all my Guardsmen are enhanced remember." 

The Custodian simply stood their stolidly in silence before Ecris asked the obvious question. "Wait... What criteria would be needed for someone to pilot one of the Jeagers my lord?" 

I was silent for a long moment before I said coldly. "A bomb implanted in the back of their skull and a behavioral inhibitor implanted into their brain stem." 

No way in hell was I giving a super weapon to someone to use and possibly try to shoot my fucking ship out of orbit without safeguards.

And hey... Both the Custodian and Ecris didn't have a single thought of digust at my words. As here in Warhammer 40k. There was no such thing as human rights or war crimes!