Kanan: - Well? - He asked, somewhat upset.

Ork: - Not know with ezaktitude. -

At those words, Kanan became an uncontrolled beast, grabbing the ork by the neck with one hand and lifting him off the ground while choking him. The Matazan Ork who was a little smaller than Kanan was shaking his legs vigorously as he tried to free himself. The air was starting to get short and the pressure that the white-haired ork was exerting on his neck seemed to be as strong as the claws of one of the war machines. Still, a few muffled words managed to leave his mouth.

Ork: - Healt... orko... Never... squig... No know... how... to cure him... Doing... az much az pozzible... -

Kanan gave him a withering look, but he understood what the victim of his fury was saying. He wasn't guilty after all. Kanan freed him from his deadly grip, throwing him with his remaining fury backwards, causing him to fall on a pile of materials and wooden boxes that broke on impact.

The Matazan ork was coughing non-stop due to lack of air and his body ached somewhat, but at least he was alive. Both he and the rest of the orks present looked in amazement at how the white-haired ork had spared his life, something very unusual in Ork customs, especially when the most normal thing of the day was for the strongest to kill the weakest for the simple pleasure of doing it. Such a strong Ork showing that kind of mercy was a mystery without a doubt.

But Kanan couldn't care less about the stares of the rest. Once he left the slaughterman lying on the rubble, he turned around and entered the place that the orks called "medical post" although it looked more like a pigsty than a place to treat the wounded. Kanan ignored the bodies of orks lying on stretchers, whether they were alive or dead, he couldn't care less about any of them. When he saw Blanco lying on a table, he hurried to check his condition.

Kanan felt great relief when he felt the pale creature breathe, and although it seemed to be in a deep sleep, it let out several mournful moans. The ork analyzed his companion's wounds, and although there was still some blood around him, he felt some relief to see that they were all sutured, although in a very crude way compared to the methods that empire doctors usually used. But...for an Ork job...they weren't that bad. Maybe he should thank that ork-killer he almost killed.

Kanan didn't know when he fell asleep, but he woke up when he heard the sound of some type of wind instrument. I didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel good to me. He looked everywhere and saw no one around him, other than Blanco and the orks in beds that it was difficult to distinguish if they were still alive or not. He was wondering what was happening, when suddenly the sound of an explosion brought him out of his thoughts.

Kanan left the tent, only to see total chaos in the camp. The orks ran from one side to the other, without any type of organization, while several explosions echoed around the surroundings. He couldn't identify exactly what was happening, but he had a certain idea, so he grabbed the closest ork that passed by him and stopped him with overwhelming force.

Kanan: - What is happening!? -

Ork: - The Korn... the Korn attak. -

Kanan: - The Korn? -

Kanan left the ork free and hurried to look for higher ground to see what was happening. A tower that was close to their position became the perfect vantage point, although climbing it was quite dangerous with all those explosions shaking the area and those damn spikes that the orks put everywhere. Luckily such a rustic construction, with metal plates sticking out from all sides, was relatively easy to climb as long as you avoided putting your hands or feet near the decoration spikes. And finally when he reached the top, he was able to see the full picture of the situation.

Orks. Outside the makeshift wall that surrounded the camp were a medium-sized group of orks that apparently belonged to another side. They were probably the Korn, or the name of their tribe. Old enemies perhaps. After all, Kanan had no idea about the situation in this enclave or the conflicts in the area, since he was not even a month old and had only been out of the forests for two days. But if he knew one thing, it was that running away with Blanco in his hands was not an option.

A modest number of orks attacked the camp on foot from the north, while about ten or eleven red-painted motorcycles circled around with some orks on their backs firing shrapnel and different types of explosive ammunition that had been causing all those explosions for a while. The worst of all was seeing the disarray that the Ork forces in their camp had.

The orks posted on the walls fell like flies before the enemy fire, and it was no surprise, since the orks had never had the need to defend themselves. Their instincts make them great attackers, but never the opposite. Plus, seeing all that chaos reminded him of something very important about the orks. Without a leader to follow... the orks were almost useless.

A quick analysis was enough to realize that victory was almost assured for the attackers. Their motorcycles continued to circle around the fort causing total chaos, while their main forces did not stop advancing. The drivers couldn't stop laughing and making fun of how pathetic the defenders were, but an unexpected event stopped the fight instantly.

No one saw the origin, but a large spear flew through the air and lodged in one of the wheels of the motorcycle that was leading the group, causing it to stop in its tracks, while the enormous metal machine along with its crew members flew through the air. air, only to fall in a violent explosion as his entire arsenal ignited upon impact with the ground.

Both the rest of the motorcycles and the main invading force stopped when they saw the greatness of their explosion, but more than worried about the event, they seemed to be enjoying the fireworks... They were orks after all. Those who did not have time to admire the explosion were the defenders, as a powerful and authoritative voice was heard right in the center of the camp.

Kanan: - ORKS! - His call captured everyone's attention. - DO THEY WANT TO DIE!? THIS IS ALL YOU ORKS ARE CAPABLE OF DOING!? THAT'S PATHETIC! - His voice caused anger and disgust rather than hurting. - STOP CRYING AND BEHAVE LIKE WHAT YOU ARE! YOU ARE THE GREEN TIDE! YOU ARE ORKS! -

Orks: - ¡WAAAAGH! -

The defenders' war cry did not go unnoticed, and their attempts to turn the situation around were beginning to give results. They were orks... and their morals were the most important thing to them. Now with someone who appeared to be a competent leader, the orks returned to the fight with greater aggression than their attackers. Well now that "they believed they could win" it was more likely to be true, given the "Power of Imagination" that both they and Kanan were unaware of. But that wouldn't be all.

Kanan: - You! -He addressed a group of orks nearby. - Gather all the weapons we have and distribute them. -

The orks nodded with a smile on their faces and retreated to carry out the order. Now they were back, and there's nothing better for an ork than a good fight.

Kanan: - You! - He addressed another group. - I want you to take the biggest shields and the thickest metal plates you have and take them to the north gate! -

Ork: - Why? - He asked confused.

Kanan: - Just do it! - He shouted annoyed.

The second group complied with the order without asking for explanations. Not only did they take all the half-made shields they had in the armory and rarely used, but they also tore metal sheets from the structures and carried them to the designated place. They didn't know what the white-haired ork was up to, but they wouldn't ask again to find out.

Kanan: - You! - Finally he addressed the group of Gretchin and Snotling who were doing their best to cover themselves from the debris that was falling from everywhere. - Grab any weapons you can use and join the others! -

Snotling: - But... We not warriorz. - He said something worried and supported by the rest, and it was not in vain, because for the orks these two groups were barely more than servants or reserve food, something that mattered very little to Kanan.

Kanan: - Silence! - His loud voice scared the group of at least forty individuals who were listening to him. - I don't care what they are! Today they are going to fight if they want to save their pathetic ass! Now move... Or get out of the way! -

Kanan didn't wait for a response, this wasn't the time to give long motivational talks and that nonsense. If he wanted to survive and save Blanco, he had to use the orks in the camp to ensure victory, and he couldn't waste time with nonsense, so he decided to go to the northern area, where the enemy force was concentrated and the largest of the issues.

The gretchins and snotlings looked at each other in confusion. Although some gretchins only used to step on the battlefield as cannon fodder, it was not that frequent, much less snotling. But this opportunity was far beyond his expectations. A battle! Euphoria seemed to want to flow through his veins at the idea of ​​accomplishing something that could only be real in his most fantastical dreams. They didn't have to think much to head to the armory, take whatever they had even if they had to carry a weapon between two, and follow the white-haired leader. His moment was about to come.

Kana didn't waste any time either. He went to the gathered weapons and looked for anything that would be useful. A model similar to a boltgun caught his attention immediately, although it was much smaller and its caliber not as powerful, but at least it left him a free hand to take a rather chaotic sword, full of spikes in places where it was not needed. .but lethal without a doubt. They would be useful until he could recover his spear... There was still something left of it.

The orks gathered around him. All eyes were on him, but the weight of expectations was not going to make him crumble. This was not a battle to simply emerge victorious. This was a battle to ensure their survival. He had a goal in mind, and dying on an unknown planet was not an option. Their goal was on Terra, and the head of the Corpse Emperor was their most precious trophy. A pathetic Ork attack was not going to stop him, especially when he had the means to face these problems at his disposal.

Kanan: - ORKS! -

His roar attracted attention and brought all those who were not paying attention out of their thoughts. Everyone around him waited impatiently for his words, looking with excitement at the bizarre sword that Kanan raised above his head. In their eyes, it was the coolest sword they had ever seen.

Now: - TO THE ATTACK! -

Orkos/Grentchins/Snotling: - ¡WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! -