"Drop me in slow-time with my girls. Selen wants to train thousands of Ordo Mechanicum acolytes, and I have 10 million girls from Atargatis that I have to return next month to their homes." Peffy demanded with a glance at my glove.

I sent him the hyperovulation protocols on his implant, then Peffy sunk into compressed time to continue his breeding job. He still depended on me for time compression, for now.

Would I be just as carefree if I didn't have 40000 worlds depending on me for their security? Probably. Most likely.

But sadly, I wasn't free of obligations. I pointed at Valerian, and we displaced down to Forge Retribution, where Felicia was neck deep with administrating her new Forge.

I let her work on schedules and requisition forms, and simply allowed the Blade to create a copy of herself into the planetary data-core, then sat down at a free console to work on the Auxilia tank template.

The newly recovered Las-Impulsor weapon would be quite perfect for the Auxilia, since the smallest Sunfire containtment bottle was the right size to fit inside a tank or a Knight and provide unlimited energy. For actual armor, 100 mms of adamantium on the outside and 1 centimeter of plasteel inside to allow the fixtures and cables to grab onto something softer. Then 100mms of Blackstone as external ablative armor, and the mass climbed rapidly to 100 tons. A bit heavy already, as there were more things to put in.

'Don't worry Captain. Anti-matter provides enough energy for mobility. And firepower. Even shields.' the Blade whispered helpfully.

I felt Felicia climb in my lap to observe my work, keeping quiet but certainly interested. I hesitated for a minute how to place the anti-matter bottle, but Felicia took over with her special skill and simply built a cushion in the back, then a cradle of tungsten alloy to link the bottle tightly and not let it shake lose. Dropping the bottle while moving at speed would be quite bad.

"Electro-ferrous magnets? The energy inside provides the source for the containment bottle? It was so simple?" my Fabricator wife noted in a surprised voice.

I kept my mouth shut to not reveal my lack of knowledge. Simple? The fuck what was she talking about?

I started looking for an energy shield when the Blade imported and dropped an Ion Shield emitter next to the tank's hologram.

I swear, these things built themselves! There was even a free space beneath the front of the glacis, where the shield would fit almost perfectly. In you go!

Felicia used her magic to provide the locking mechanism, while I moved on to secondary weapons.

The original tank template used a side mounted mortar on the turret, but technology had advanced a lot since M3, so I could place a Plasma Mortar there, and a hunter-killer missile launcher on the other side.

Before I could think of the next move, the Blade imported the logis-engine of a Tarantula turret, and I just dragged and dropped the analog computer into the turret.

Co-axial Ion Beamer, was a given, then all was left as choosing point-defense weapons if any.

Multi-lasers will do. Lots of lasers for small chaff and potential missile interception. Hard for a normal human to do, but a tech-marine or engineseer should manage.

'Cover the cogitator in a Blackstone box, and the anti-matter as well. Tech-sorcist sigils when finished.' the Blade advised me, and the project took shape, then locked back together and began rolling around at 97 kms/hour, in the simulation test. Even at 130 tons, the tank moved as fast as light vehicle.

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"Retribution-pattern main battle tank, STC template discovered by Rogue Trader Pef Lancefire, ++ minor adjustments by Fabricator Felicia 4374/T/L" I read out loud as a new STC template came to life.

"Lord husband, is this all right? To make me immortal in the eyes of the Omnissiah..." my wife whispered in a timid voice.

"It says minor adjustments, love. You have a month to try major adjustments, if you want to test different weapons and loadouts for the Auxilia or Astartes armored forces. Blood Angels like their twin-linked Las-Cannons for extra piercing power, for example. Salamanders..." I began to say, when my wife elbowed me with a lethal strike that made my armor ring.

"Don't tease me, lord husband. I have built thousands of vehicles for Space Marine chapters since you vanished in the Maelstrom. But I have my job and plenty of files to sort out..." she complained and leaned on me like a cat.

"The Blade of Retribution Spirit is working on personnel files and all the requisition stuff. Our ancestors built quite amazing Machine Spirits, before their Fall." I pointed out with a finger at her main station, where all the files were compiled and sorted already.

Felicia jumped and ran to her workdesk, to make sure nothing was missing or filed in the wrong stack. "This is...impossible! There were a billion files and..."

"I gave you a wedding ring 50000 kilometers long, and a few sorted files are impossible? Come back here, and watch something nice." I exclaimed and displaced her back in my lap.

Then I drew another Breath, and began constructing another Titan Legion, and pair of mountain-sized Castigators to act as final Guardians of the Forge.

The sun of Retribution flickered as Rhea and Thea manifested into the universe as two Mechanicus Titans, this time without auto-exploding plasma weapons, but a cruiser-size Las-Impulsor instead. Basically a spaceship Lance weapon, but made to fit a Titan instead. A pair of battleship-grade bottles under the shoulder pauldrons provided energy for weapons and shields, while a copy of Blade's cogitator provided the control and targeting for a single pilot.

'Don't you dare dress them in a summer dress! They are not toys!" the Blade growled at me just as I was considering it.

Fine! No dress. Only a Roman-style skirt made of long leather bands, the leather coming from skinned Tyranids, of course. The armor had ab muscles too, to keep with the theme.

"Children of the Ommnisiah Titan Legion. The big ones are Rhea and Thea." I whispered in my wife's aural auspex.

"I can read names on a screen, husband. Now get naked and prepared to be ridden until you faint." my wife demanded as she dropped her red robes and showed me the bionic soft mods she had grafted to herself. They looked very nice, and could even provide milk on demand.

I grinned a bit too wide as I stored my armor and leaned in my seat. "You can try, but I have plenty of experie..." I began to boast when my lance sunk into her vitae womb and she began ridding me like a mechanical bull.

I think I fainted last, but I know I lasted quite a while. Note to self, sex droids are hard to sate. My body of flesh is not yet fully upgraded...