!K43kwR4Ygo 09/02/10(Thu)15:58 No.11924701|
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Brother Conraad inspected the curious weapon. At first glance the bolt pistol seemed no different from any other of its kind from the Legion Manufactorum. Standing at his workbench he connected a mechandrite to the neuro-interface, and a score of machinery powered up around him. A pict screen display lit up to his right, displaying equipment status.
He held the pistol up with one of his manipulator arms, and a number of scanner arrays turned towards the ojbect, probing it with beams of light, manipulator fields, ultrasonic, and perforim a variety of other scans. They assessed the object's shape, size, weight, tried to identify its material, assembly points, and moving components.
Brother Conraad watched the pict display in disbelief, as the scan results were listed in a rolling column of text. The scanner's machine spirit returned no matches with any records in the Armoury Data-vault regarding of the weapon's material. All attributes suggested some sort of metallic alloy, similar to plasteel, but its <összetétel> seemed like the cell structure of living tissue, as if the weapon have not been forged, but grown. Also, there were no clearly distinguishable separate components or visible assembly points, looking like it was molded from one piece, the magazine being the part of the pistol, just as much as its barrel.
He held up the weapon. It felt comfortable in his hand. The machine spirit of his armour connected with that of the pistol, instantly displaying the ammo counter on his visor display.
"It shouldn't be possible." he muttered to himself. Brother Conraad was no stranger to daemonic weapons, but this exceeded everything he has ever seen.
He felt a stinging sensation in his palm, and heard a static noise for a second. He shook his head, and turned from his workbench, and walked towards the test firing chamber.