CLARIFICATIONS:

-The Ork language will be represented with normal letters. -

-The Gothic language will be represented with slanted letters. -

-The High Gothic language will be represented in bold. -

- The Eldar language will be represented with slanted bold. -

-The Necron Language will be represented with underlined words. -

-The Tau language will be represented with slanted underlined letters.-

Many of these languages ​​will not be used at the moment, but it is worth clarifying. I will remember it anyway in future chapters. I would like to use other font styles to do this, but Wattpad doesn't give me any other options.

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The feeling of entering the warp for the first time is... indescribable. Although not necessarily something pleasant. The chikoz were quite attentive everywhere, closely monitoring those dystopian tides that passed dangerously close to the frame of their "ships." Nerves took over those present, because fighting a creature, no matter how powerful it was, was better than this. At least monsters can be killed with a bullet to the head... But those warp energies were somewhat incomprehensible to them. And if you can't kill it, then it's very scary. Simple, but effective ork thinking.

Not even Kanan's smile on his face could calm those present, especially because they couldn't define what kind of smile he was wearing. On the face of the ork leader you could see something of arrogance, as if he were expectant of what the warp had in store for them, but at the same time he looked nervous, worried, even fearful when terrible memories of the fights against the forces of chaos They saturated his mind. But fortunately, their expectations would be deeply unfulfilled.

Just a few seconds after entering the ghostly warp zone, a new portal rose in front of them, taking all the ships out of the warp without even suffering damage. Every Ork present was stunned by the inexplicable event that lasted less than a minute, but without a doubt, Kanan was the most confused of all.

Questions flooded the ork's mind in spurts. What the hell had happened? Warp travel? As? And so fast? Where the hell were they? Why did Slaanesh do such a thing? Assuming it was his will. And what things was that macabre god scheming in his mind? Questions like those and many more formed in his mind, and only the scream of one of the orks on deck brought him out of his thoughts.

Orc: - Planet a la vizta. -

Their enthusiasm was quickly shared by all present, who crowded the hatches to see what this strange warp event had put in their path. New lands you raid. Possible strong enemies to face. The anticipation was undoubtedly growing in everyone, even in Murrey, who tended to be quite calm most of the time.

Kanan had to make his way like another ork in the green tide that gathered in front of the hatches. The orks at first were upset when they sensed one of their fellow men wanting to come forward to see these new lands, but when they turned their heads and noticed that it was Kanan, they retreated without a second thought. Some even apologized, but the white-haired ork gave it the least importance.

Then he saw it. A beautiful snow-white planet. Lacking any other color other than the paleness of its fertile land, and only the slight bluish tone caused by the deformation of the light of its star at its poles made a slight contrast on the horizon. Kanan saw it, and it took him several seconds to remember, but he remembered that description in an old text from when he was still studying before becoming a full-fledged Adeptus Astarte.

Kanan: - Dreah. -

The white-haired ork let out that name, drawing the attention of everyone present. The simple fact that their leader knew the world was quite encouraging, and some were already imagining the epic battles they could have. And the truth is... Maybe they were right.

Then Kanan knew. For the first time since he opened his eyes in this green body, he knew where he was. Where it really was. Dreah, an agricultural world in the Calixis Sector, in the Segmentum Obscurus.

The white-haired ork laughed, laughed with all his might, thinking of the irony of his luck. It was ridiculous how close he was to Terra, his deadly target, but at the same time, so far away. To reach his destination he had to cross nothing more and nothing less than the Cicatrix Maledictum, the vast warp field that crossed the galaxy and divided the empire of humanity in two. Bringing such devastating chaos as the galaxy had rarely experienced. Or as the orks knew it: "Gork's Smile."

Still, attacking holy Terra with his current forces was suicidal, reckless, bordering on stupidity. He had to gather more strength. It had to create the largest green tide the galaxy has ever seen. The Orks once tried to attack Terra, and not even their massive planetary fortress could do the job. No. He couldn't just go about his crusade so pathetically. He needed more followers... He needed more orks. And there was only one way to get it.

Kanan: - Prepare your weapons. We will go down to the surface immediately. -

Kanan didn't even give them time to absorb the news before turning around and leaving the place. The orks were stunned by such a decision, and euphoria began to take its toll on their bodies. Even Murrey and Kurnet fell prey to the collective emotion. The loudest cry of "Whaaag" that Kanan's followers had prophesied in their lives had been given, and could be heard in several surrounding areas.

Thousands upon thousands of Orks ran amok inside the ships, searching for their equipment, weapons, metal armor, and ammunition. The mechanics tuned the "engines" of their machines and combat vehicles. The warriors armed themselves with everything they had at their disposal. Orks, grentchins, and snotlings alike prepared for the assault, assembling their makeshift shuttles made from scrap metal and duct tape.

Kurnet retired to the garbage dump he called a room, where dozens of weapons of all kinds were scattered everywhere. The largest ork in the Whaaag always had a hard time finding a weapon that caught their attention, and they used their metal arm as a support for all manner of melee weapons. Claws, blades, maces, chained maces, and everything that was useful to split the skulls of their enemies in two. And in his other hand, he had to decide what type of ranged weapon would be most appropriate for the occasion. It was the first time he was going to face humans, so he had to be in keeping with the importance of the occasion, like a waiter dressing in formal dress for an important appointment.

Murrey, on the other hand, had his room much more organized. The butcher took several of his surgical kits and stuffed them into a rustic backpack made of squig hide, but durable enough for the battlefield. You never know when you will have the opportunity to try your surgical techniques on a wounded comrade. And in his right hand, his trusty bolter.

Kanan, on the other hand, just went through his room to pick up Blanco. The white squig had become his closest companion, fighting at his side at every turn during the conquest of Heim.

The white-haired ork didn't have a favorite weapon or anything like that. Before each battle he went to the armory, and took the first melee weapon that was larger than his forearm and a bolter that was not too worn. Using a different one in each battle. And now, he was heading with his brutal beast to the shuttles to join the assault.

The look on the orks' faces when they saw Kanan enter with his white beast and sit silently at the end of the shuttle was indescribable. Many, fearful of the always cold and distant attitude of their leader, did not know how to react to his presence, especially when the three dozen who were present were common orks without any social status. Was it normal for the leader of the Whaaah to descend into battle surrounded by simple warriors? They wouldn't know the answer, but Kanan was right there.

Kanan: - You can continue. - He said with a soft and hoarse voice.

The orks looked at each other strangely, but after their leader's permission, they continued talking about how glorious their coming battles would be. Although not with the same intensity as before, because they still had the fear of annoying their leader. And even more so when he didn't have a very animated face, so to speak.

It was not for less. After all, it would be Kanan's first time fighting other humans who weren't heretics. The same humans he had sworn to protect in his afterlife. A strange contradiction was forming within the ork, a contradiction formed by his ancient indoctrination and his desire to destroy the Empire. That Empire that put so much into him and used it as a simple tool. At least in the depths of his conscience, he believed that those souls who blinded his hordes would find true rest; after all, Slaanesh did not have much delight in human souls. And his suffering before eternal rest. And may the Emperor that I once admired so much forgive him... If that were even possible. Since the dead don't speak... Or do they?

When Kanan returned he came out of his thoughts, they were already descending towards the planet. The jolt the shuttle received from the close impact of an enemy projectile indicated that there would be decent resistance, and that motivated the orks even more.

However, Kanan's gaze focused on beings that lacked the strength and absurd courage of the enormous greenskins. In a corner of the shuttle, a group of five snotlings fearfully held their weapons. They were eager for a worthy battle, something no other snotling from any clan in the galaxy would experience, but that didn't make it any less frightening.

Kanan: - Scared? -

The leader's voice caught everyone's attention. The fact that the leader would dedicate a few words to the insignificant snotlings was something unthinkable, and both the small and large greenskins opened their eyes wide at the temper of his voice.

Snotling 1: - Y... Yez... Zeñor. -

Snotling 2: - Say... They say that the.. the humanz are very ztrong.-

Kanan: - And they are. - He said with a smile on his face.

Then, the shuttle stopped moving forward, and its descent ended when a jolt gave the signal that it was already on solid ground. Kanan stood up and walked towards the door next to Blanco, he being the first to set foot on the ground.

Kanan looked at the horizon. Kilometers and kilometers of crops on the planet in an endless plain, interrupted by dozens of mecestas and strategic points that Kanan was already thinking of taking to ensure his victory. And there in the distance, the silhouettes of the buildings of a city rose. It wasn't necessary to be there to know it, but I could already imagine the ranks of the Astra Militarum and the planetary guard filling kilometers of trenches to try to stop their advance.

He looked up and could see the confrontation between his Ork "ships" and the few imperial cruisers guarding such a remote planet. Then he turned his gaze to the snotlings and orks behind him.

Kanan: - And you're right. Humans are terrifying. And this will be a great battle. - He said with a smile. - Now move those butts and go find a dignified death. -