The modifications proceeded in batches according to Osiris' plan. First to be summoned were Maine, Dorio, and Morris.
Maine lay on the cold metal operating table, the chill of the metal seeping through his thin surgical gown into his back.
He looked at the various mechanical tentacles and tools, glinting with cold light, suspended above him. The precise clamps and rotating drills shone with a stark metallic sheen in the dim light. Even a tough guy like him couldn't help but feel his throat go dry.
Osiris' figure loomed over him, his crimson optical lenses devoid of any emotion, as if he were examining a mere component.
"Your role is team pillar and firepower core," Osiris said, while manipulating a mechanical tentacle to remove Maine's original heavy cybernetic left arm. The metallic components made a dull thud as they were detached. "Your existing firepower is insufficient to counter the threats of unknown environments."
The new modification component was brought out. Its design was entirely different from the cybernetic prosthetics Maine was accustomed to encountering in Night City.
It looked robust and powerful, precisely structured, with a hint of ruggedness, yet also exceptionally delicate, like a meticulously sculpted work of art.
Osiris focused on connecting this system to Maine's nervous and circulatory systems, explaining as he worked: "This will replace your left arm. Its core is a master-crafted Plasma Cannon.
It's not the cheap, cobbled-together piece I gave you before. This is a truly complete weapon system, capable of completely vaporizing any heavy armored unit you've ever seen."
In fact, this was a Plasma Cannon that Osiris had personally crafted, meeting the master-crafted standards of the Warhammer Universe.
Although Osiris was not a Tech-Priest from a Forge World like Ryza, and couldn't compare to those Ryza-born specialists in plasma weapon craftsmanship, he was still capable of building standard plasma weapon models.
He carefully connected the energy conduits to the high-output energy core newly implanted in Maine's chest cavity and calibrated the aiming sensors.
The faint hum of electricity was exceptionally clear in the silent workshop. Maine could feel a strange energy pulsating within his chest.
"Pay attention to controlling your firing rhythm; cooling after an overload takes time," Osiris added, then mentioned the form of the modification. "I've integrated it completely within a bionic arm. This was inspired by what I've seen here.
If I followed my usual habits, I would have mounted the cannon directly on your shoulder."
Next, Osiris began to work on Maine's right arm.
Another bionic arm, identical in appearance to a real arm, was taken out and began to be installed. Its surface was covered with synthetic skin, with pores and veins so lifelike that only the faint metallic sheen subtly visible at the fingertips hinted at its true nature.
"Your right arm will integrate a shield generator," he continued to explain. "Based on the technology I possess, small energy shields can now be highly miniaturized and efficient.
Once deployed, this generator is capable of withstanding 'artillery strike' level attacks, as you understand them, providing protection equivalent to a heavy vehicle."
In the Warhammer Universe, shield technology is very well-developed and advanced. Aside from Void Shields, which can only be installed on warships, large vehicles, the persons of Adeptus Mechanicus Archmagos, or large structures, small energy shields are already very refined within the Imperium.
So refined that even a medal or a necklace can be a shield generator, and a military-grade one at that.
The one Osiris prepared for Maine was just such a military-grade, large shield generator. Once deployed, it could withstand even artillery fire, providing vehicle-level protection by Warhammer World standards for small-caliber artillery.
Osiris completed the final neural connection calibration, ensuring Maine could freely control these bionic limbs with his thoughts—limbs that looked identical to human arms but contained destructive power within.
The modification process was not without pain. Even with potent anesthetics, the tearing and overloading sensations from muscles and nerves connecting to the strange and powerful system, as if countless tiny currents were crawling along his spine, still made Maine clench his jaw, cold sweat dampening his forehead.
But he didn't utter a sound, just stared fixedly at the ceiling, feeling the power slowly reshaping within his body.
When the modification was complete and Maine sat up from the operating table, he felt an unprecedented sense of fullness.
His left arm was heavy and full of power; he could clearly "perceive" the presence of the Plasma Cannon, as if it were an extension of his body.
The shield generator in his right arm was invisible, but he knew it was an energy shield that could be deployed at any moment.
He tentatively channeled a small amount of energy. The armor plates on the outside of his left arm opened slightly, revealing the muzzle glowing with a faint blue light. A weak wave of heat washed over him, and the air immediately filled with the metallic, pungent smell characteristic of ozone.
He immediately stopped the energy output, and the muzzle quickly closed.
Even this brief attempt made him tremble at the destructive power contained within.
Meanwhile, in Dorio's area, her modifications were more about optimization and enhancement.
Osiris further strengthened her muscle density and bone structure, and improved her neural conduction speed, elevating her already terrifying strength and reactions to a new level.
At the same time, he equipped her arms with built-in, impact-based oscillation generators, making her heavy punches not only powerful but also capable of producing widespread blunt force effects.
"Your mission is to destroy all obstacles ahead and create opportunities for Maine's heavy firepower," Osiris told her.
Dorio felt the surging power within her, almost overflowing, her muscle fibers seemingly rewoven. She simply nodded silently, and swung a fist, the whoosh of air it created sharper than ever before, the air around her knuckles even showing subtle distortions.
Morris's modifications were even more refined.
Osiris optimized the energy utilization efficiency of her Sandevistan System, reducing the load on her nervous system during high-speed movements, making her bursts more sustained and her changes in direction more unpredictable.
The resonant frequency of her Sonic Blade was fine-tuned, further enhancing its destructive efficiency.
At the same time, Osiris integrated more advanced environmental scanning and threat marking functions into her sensory system, making her assassination and reconnaissance capabilities even more lethal.
"You are the team's eyes, ears, and shadow, responsible for eliminating key targets and conducting forward reconnaissance," Osiris told Morris.
Morris merely bowed slightly, indicating understanding. Her gaze was cold and focused, like a sharpened blade. Her modified senses allowed her to detect the slightest changes in airflow and residual heat in the air.
When the three had completed their modifications and reunited in the open space outside the workshop, they could all feel the aura emanating from each other, far surpassing their former selves.
Maine's heavy firepower, Dorio's absolute strength, and Morris's extreme speed formed a solid triangle.
Maine flexed his new left arm and said in a deep voice, "How does it feel?"
Dorio clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking crisply: "Very good, more power."
Morris simply nodded faintly, her figure swaying slightly, leaving a barely perceptible afterimage in place, as if she existed in two locations at once.
Maine looked at his teammates, then down at his own arms. His heart felt a bit more confident about the upcoming mission, but the heavy feeling of the unknown had not diminished.