Inside a dark cavern, the light of the plasma cutters illuminated a hundred figures. They quickly extracted the iron ore and loaded it on their backs before moving to the next ore piece. When one reached the limit, they left the cave and returned to the ship, placing the ore in the storage space of the ship.
On the ship were more robots colored in red that moved the ore for refining. Once they turned the ore into a pure substance, they molded them into the best item for storage.
The blue robots that carried the heavy blocks or ore into storage helped the red robots and they also helped the black robots by taking the ore to create more robots. The robot creation got quicker as they made more. The robot's color determined their job.
Black-creation
Blue-transporters
Red-refiners
Yellow-miners
The black robots were the smallest, only having 50 robots, but they were built to perfection compared to the others, which were made to be cost-effective.
Once a team reached 1,000 robots, the creation team would stop and focus on the other groups. Odin was using these support bots to later make his kill bots and other robots that would maintain the ship.
The Nova Aurora needed a lot to maintain as it was the size of Singapore, if not a bit larger. He also needed robots to carry the burden of piloting the ship because of its size. If Odin truly tried to split his mind into everything at once, he would die instantly from the immense overload.
For Odin right now, who was still growing, he could only control a single gun and navigate. If he tried more than this, he could suffer serious brain damage. If Odin wanted to easily pilot it, he would need five other Odin's to be able to use the ship to the max.
Of course, for an ordinary man, he was already near the level of a beginner pilot if Odin actually learned he could be a great pilot, but for now, he was still at the start.
Odin was also thinking of making automated knights and probably some smaller drones for combat, but it would require a lot of time. For now, Odin would make the robots and, after gaining more materials, he would fully finish the ship as it was still missing weapons.
One of the weapons required antimatter, and it needed a lot, so Odin only could use to the weapon to fire a pure beam of radiation for now and even that required a lot of resources he didn't have.
As Odin thought of this, he realized it was better to just make swords at this point. Guns were great, but they still needed ammo and if they didn't have it well then no pew pew. Especially the bolters. The caliber was big, so they couldn't take much with them, which was a big drawback.
That's why space marines had chainswords and power swords. One was well a chainsaw in the form of a sword, and the other was a sword that projects a disruptive energy field along the blade of the weapon, allowing it to slice armor or strike with explosive impact.
{sir Greg is awake and wishes to speak to you}
"Send him here." Odin said as he focused on his work.
Five minutes later, Greg arrived and looked around the lab. The robots didn't surprise him as he had seen the constructors. He made his way to Odin and sat down next to him.
"While I was asleep, I remembered something I feel you would find interesting." Greg said.
"Oh?" Odin stopped and looked at Greg.
"Yes, a few years ago on a solo expedition I met a man in dark green armor he easily towered over me and spoke in an unintelligible language but I could tell he was confused after a long while I learned his name but that was it but form these few things and his armor I think he is one of those space marines you talked about." Greg said.
"I need more information. Tell me all you remember about him. What did the armor look like? What symbols did it have actually give me a second." Odin said as he took out his phone and searched for pictures of space marine legions.
"Did he look like this?" Odin said as he showed a picture of a dark angel.
"Hmm.. Yes, but the one I met was a little different. He wore much bigger armor." Greg said as he looked at the picture.
"So a dark angel is also in your world. There was once a salamander in your world as well. It seems maybe the imperium is aware of your world or that something else is going on." Odin said as he looked at the picture.
"Did he carry anything remotely special?" Odin asked.
"He had huge wings attached to what appeared to be a jetpack. He also had a weapon that shot gravity and a giant shield that emitted crackling lightning." Greg said.
"A storm shield!" Odin said as he got up and walked out.
"Wait, you also said a gravity weapon, right?" Odin said as he stopped to turn around.
"Yes." Greg said as he followed behind Odin.
"Holy shit then, not only is the dude carrying a gene-seed, a storm shield, and a grav cannon, but also fucking centurion armor. Who the fuck did you meet?" Odin said as he happily went to the command room.
"What do you mean?" Greg asked.
"What do I mean well you met a space marine who's part of the dark angles which is my favorite legion but the guy you met was worthy enough to get a storm shield and also have power armor for his power armor he a walking kill machine actually now that I think about it I hope the machine spirit didn't turn him crazy?" Odin said.
Odin easily entered the room, but Greg only saw darkness until the dim red light guided him to a chair. Outside, the robots stopped their duties and powered down as the ship's engines turned on.
The huge ship flew up using its thrusters and then left the planet and quickly flew back to Axis-9.
"I should have asked, but you don't mind me making a reveal to the empire, right?" Odin asked Greg.
"What do you mean?" Greg said as he looked at the map.
"As in, I'm warping right above them. A ship the size of Singapore will just casually float above them. You alright with that?" Odin said.
"I think that's more for the government to decide than me, but I say we don't have many people, so it would be ill-advised to do so." Greg said.
"I have a floating country with gravity weapons, missiles, nukes, and cannons. I think they'll think twice before they try to attack me." Odin said as the two appeared a few miles above the capital of the empire.
The huge ship's appearance caused a huge EMP Shockwave as the warp engine disengaged. All over the capital and further, the Shockwave destroyed most electronics, sending the place into chaos as well; a huge ship appeared and attacked even if it wasn't actually on purpose.
"I remember you saying the ship works the opposite way light does. So, how are we going to maintain our time with the galaxy?" Greg asked.
"Good question, for now. I don't know how to make instant travel, so you're going to have to rely on your lifespan. Also, I'll give you watches that are timed for this type of stuff later." Odin said.
"Now do you know where the Dark angel is and also tell me his name?" Odin asked Greg.
"Ah yes, his name was Sabriel Ragos the last time I saw him was two years ago he had decided to live in the forest of Baal." Greg said as he controlled the galactic map and switched it to the world map of Axis-9.
Greg pointed toward a giant forest. Odin had the A.I connect to the satellites and looked around the forest until he found a few areas where there was human habitation. The ship started to move and flew into the forest. It looked slow, but it was going at mach 1.
The ship was silent for its size. At most, it produced the same sound as a distant jet craft. Appearing above the forest, Odin turned on his communication device and said.
"Sabriel Ragos Astartes of the first legion, please reveal yourself. I wish to speak with you face to face."
His voice spread through the forest and in a village, a tall man looked up into the sky.
"The first legion?" the man said as he seemed to recall faint memories.