@PeopleintheconflictinsidetheFTLbubble
As the Imperium fights and the tide of war changes, with ships turning on its allies from mere minutes ago, FTL bubbles and railguns rounds filling the area around the megastructure that dwarves the forces present at the time, the Forge Master and his Blacksmiths watch attentiously, planning the next step.
The Station's integrity is still nigh-perfect, smaller shrapnel is shrugged off by the energetic and metallic shielding, whilst the occasional rogue round or piece of ship strikes its cold and hard surface, opening small but gaping holes and dents into its almost monolithic structure. Damages that don't take much to repair due to the megastructure's very nature.
Eventually, seeing as the Imperium had proven their worthyness of redemption, they chose to lend an aiding hand to their brothers in combat, and thus, the megastructure's productive might started to be used to its fullest potential, as thousands of repair ships left towards the Imperium's fortifications in hopes of aiding their wounded or repairing their broken. Meanwhile, The Anvil's own defensive system kicked in, mustering up its tremendous productive might in the form of firepower, as thousands of small defense systems fill the space with projectiles ranging from your standard kinetic to plasma, these projectiles wouldn't do much more than work as PD systems, however...
Absurdly massive doors open up as equally massive platforms move upwards, gererating from its otherwise seemless surface that broke the somewhat consistent plated design of the surface of the megastructure, numbering 6 in the slanted outer ring, 4 on the bottom and 5 from the top rising from the flat surfaces, massive cannons with diameters of barrels that clocked in at averages of 1 kilometer, they rested on their platforms idle, until taking aim at the Voghus fleet, contrary to all of the other sensors and other aiming calculations of the fleets present, The Anvil's own systems are well callibrated to automatically calculate the interference from the core, easily being the most precise shots in place, though the very nature of the projectiles more than well covers for the precision, as the rounds mid-way through flight, in a calculated position relative to the target, split into thousands of smaller projectiles, each being its own HEAT-style round, with the difference being that the HE is a nuclear device, 3 of the cannons fire setting a massive white easily flash seen from the whole battlefield, initiating the long and arduous reload sequence.
All of The Anvil's workforce kicks into work, arming themselves with weird blue metal weaponry and armor, as they man the countless production lines, diverting almost all of The Anvil's production into feeding the massive cannons, each their own beast to be feared, and the countless PD stations.