Talk:Aneph Enterprises Consolidated Fleet/@comment-27404954-20160902190129

-- Classified Location, Olympus Mons, Mars --

A single ship nears completion deep inside the bowels of the mountain. Human eyes have never seen more than single armor-plates of it. Droids assemble the plates onto the skeleton of the massive ship and mount the heavy weapons; after they complete their work, their memories are wiped and they are reprogrammed for the next shift.

The last port railgun is mounted, its kilometer length taking up a mere sixth of the ship. The middle turret of the ship hosts a single weapon, a faint cyan glow running down the sides of its short barrel. Even then, the turret retracts into the hull, and the mysterious weapon vanishes from view.

A remote testing system turns the 184 turrets of the ship in sequence, revolving in perfect synchronicity to gun down invisible threats. Superheavy railguns retract back into the hull and extend their heat-sinks, and turreted rocket launchers shift their aim.

The droids constructing the ship dutifully troop off for their memory wipes, but this time, they will even be melted down into slag and reconstructed later for different projects.

The ANF Dominus Imperator, now complete, waits in the dark.