"Damn I'm good!" I cheered in the empty training hall, after 0.02 seconds of...play fighting.

Both Primarchs got a thin blood line on their jaws, since a C'tan Phase Claw didn't care about Primarch-grade resilient skin and psychic aura.

See, I was gentle and only used one Claw and not three.

"I didn't even manage to Shadow-walk away." Corax complained with a scowl.

"Bleeding again, in the same day? I should change my name into the Bleeding Angel." Sanguinius complained in fake outrage. He was smiling, so I must have passed his test.

Corax pointed a finger at his brother, then sighed. "You're no fun when you mock yourself, Blood Angel. What do we do now, Warmaster?" he continued with a level tone, towards me.

"That depends. I've been asked to repair the Phalanx, but while I was there I also noticed the Remains_of_Rogal_Dorn , held in stasis. I was thinking to clone a new Praetorian, for old times sake. Not sure if to place him inside a Pain_glove or not. What do you think?" I mused in a thoughtful voice.

Sanguinius frowned, but remained silent. Corax lit up with a giant smile instead. "Dorn? That would be great."

"A clone is not the original though. Make two of them, Lancefire. And a bit different from my real brother." Sanguinius added in a stern voice.

I was going to make two anyways, and keep one for myself. But Sanguinius was also right. A clone was a clone. Even with most of the memories, it was not the real thing.

I already saw that in the Vulkan clones, as they were far more limited than the real Primarch and could only focus their gift on a single speciality.

I raised a finger and moved the three of us in the gene-lab of Anzion, where the genetor clone of Vulkan was still working on creating better cloneskeins for my army.

Sanguinius tilted his head at the strange orange-eyed clone of Vulkan. "Exactly like that, Lancefire. A subtle shift in eye-color, and a reduced Warp signature. I see you are well-equipped for creating entire clone armies as well."

I nodded gallantly. "For now, we are producing several cloneskein patterns used by the Auxilia regiments, and experimenting with the Raptor Protocol to gestate Primaris Space Marines directly.

However, the Black Carapace is still beyond our ability to create via proteic bonds, even with extra mineral intakes."

Sanguinius examined a number of genetic Crucibles and transparent gestation tanks, before turning to his brother. "You created this abomination, Corax?"

Corax sighed and scracthed his head. "The Emperor himself gave me the Raptor Protocol. Genemaster Anzion just...went much farther than I ever did." he admitted with casual tone.

"I'll have to watch over the cloning, Lancefire. Go fix the Phalanx if you can. The old battlestation has served the Imperium well." Sanguinius demanded in a sad voice.

"I should go finish the Tyranids on the planet."Corax mused and wiped his chin to reveal a perfectly healed face.

"I'll deploy the people on the Phalanx as well. I rather not have to worry about crushing a thousand innocents while moving walls and stuff around." I decided with a shrug, and sent everyone to fight, while the stasis chest with the remains of the Imperial Fists Primarch arrived beside Anzion.

'You took on quite a heavy duty, Warmaster.' the Blade AI commented as I began reshaping the Phalanx into a proper warship, with an extra kilometer of blackstone armor, plus the brand-new Malan'tai wraith-bone/tyranid carapace armor for gun ports, window blinds, hangar doors and other movable parts.

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'Reparing this Federation Star Fort? Yeah, it is a bit difficult.' I admitted with a shrug, although the Necron repair orb did most of the delicate work.

I just did the heavy lifting, adding adamantium beams and tracing hexagrammic wards on the cogitator cores. Which were quite full of data-daemons and other nasty creatures. Some data-cores had to be replaced entirely, while others had been already melted with melta bombs by the former occupants.

'Don't be obtuse, Lord Captain. You also know a Warmaster title is a terrible burden.' the Blade spoke a bit too sharply.

'I will need a big hammer too. A Warhammer, to be precise." I added in a far away voice.

The Forge Worlds might support me. A few Primarchs as well, more or less. But the Imperium as a whole? The Administratum, Ecclesiarchy and the Nobility? Yeah, a fat chance in hell.

'I'll scan and copy what I can. There is a lot of military tech here I never seen before.' the Blade said a minute later, as the Phalanx settled into its final form. A five-sided trapezoid, with a hundred Ares engines for sub-light propulsion on the newest side, covered by long armored plates to prevent side-shots from damaging the engines.

Then I just added its former statues and Cathedral archs above the new armor, and covered it all in gold and auramite films.

The internal systems and weapons will take many more hours, but I wasn't in a big hurry.

Each new section will need a lot of techsorcist magic, and I began to bring in my tech-marines to help out, once the walls stopped moving.

'Here! I found the Neutron Shield emitter. And a battery of Mega-Neutron Lasers too!' the Blade exclaimed like a child in the toy store.

'Predictive targetting!'

'Gene-locked teleporter!'

'Food replicator!'

'Medical nanites!'

'Okay, I get it. You found a lot of nice toys. Scan and retrieve what templates you can. If there are any multiple devices, point them out so I can displace a copy for my Domain.' I demanded in a tired voice.

The Phalanx was quite big and even with my implants and enhanced mind, it was difficult to analyze and repair.

The Blade noticed my mood as well, since she toned down her joyful exclamations and just red lined damaged systems and green lighted repaired ones.

While the Phalanx did have a back-up Gellar Field, quite surprising for an Imperial station, I had to add four more, and Gellar Ramparts instead. It should withstand another Leviathan like the one before, for a while at least. Firepower was the best defense, but even ancient Neutron Batteries wouldn't kill a moon-sized Leviathan Daemon. And I couldn't fix that. Immaterium beams were found only on Blackstone Forts, and nowhere else.

Instead, I converted a bunch of internal jungle and swamp training grounds into more Arc reactors and added extra Lance batteries to the sides and rear, as well as 40 Nova Cannons on the frontal arcs, but without shells. The Imperial Fists could ask Mars for munitions. Then flak batteries and laser-comms for vox silence cases.

Lastly, I prepared barracks space for 40 million soldiers, and added the Angel Net option to snag and slow teleporting boarders, just like on my own ships. It was a low tech solution, but steel was cheap and the nets easy to repair in case of damage. Bolting a few Las-cannon Tarantula turrets to the ceilings of these high-clearance decks would allow for invaders to be sniped off with ease.

'You should sleep, Lord Captain. Very soon!' the Blade urged me as I began seeing double for no reason at all.

Damn my weak flesh. The Mechanicus was right.