Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 8 - Stretching the Wings

A new war loomed over the landscapes of an unknown world. A war of green skin against green skin. Ork against ork. Each clan, each war group and warlord was unable to end the fury of Kanan and his armies. Thousands died in the heat of battle every second, but thousands more joined their ranks after each battle. It was an unstoppable force, a green tide that devastated and conquered everything in its path. A primitive world with only greenskins living in it. A perfect world to raise an army.

The group became a legion. The legion in an army. The army in a navy. And the armada in a horde. Millions of greenskins, regardless of the strength or capabilities of each individual, joined Kanan's ranks every day. Those who were born between the earth and the mud were surprised to find help that had never been seen before. Every Ork, Grentchin or Notling, no matter how small, received an allied hand after breaking their cocoon, and immediately knew that fate had smiled on them.

Those who abandoned the placenta that kept them alive could hear first-hand, from the mouths of the elders, the stories of the ork leader who ruled over everyone on that great planet. They were born knowing that a great future full of combat would await them, or a dignified death on the battlefield. And not silly quarrels between ork clans.

Within five years, Kanan brought every Ork on the planet he named Heim under his rule. Home in an ancient Terran language. But it was just a word... Well, its true objective was beyond the atmosphere of said planet.

If there is an absolute truth, it was that Ork inventiveness and intelligence was always on par with their numbers. Kanan had heard this before from Imperial records, but nothing had ever seemed so absurd to him. But now... He was living proof of them. In front of his humble abode, stood hundreds of thousands of hangars as large as mountains, and within them, starships as large as those of the empire were being made and broken to pieces.

As? Kanan wasn't able to fully understand it. How were those foolish orks who fought at his side like rabid beasts devoid of reason now capable of manufacturing such engineering marvels? Have they always been able to do something like this? If that was the case, the ex-Marine began to look at his green-skinned followers with greater respect.

But there was no time to waste. There was no need to build palaces or monuments for his victory. There was no need to do such absurd things. In all these years he never lost his goal. He could still see with angry eyes a star shining brighter than others in the night panorama. Terra called to him, and the image of the Corpse Emperor made his blood boil every time the memory that Slaanesh implanted in his consciousness came to his mind.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a little admiration for that very primitive race that he liked to watch from the top of the tallest watchtower in the main camp. Camp that was twenty times larger than the city of New York, and its population, instead of simple humans, was pure greenskins ready for battle. The galaxy didn't know it yet, but near the eastern edge of the galaxy, there, on an unknown star, the most powerful Ork armada the galaxy had ever known was forming. Even bigger than the one that starred in the great war of Armageddon. And all, due to the influence of a single individual.

Give a being strength and it will dominate the environment in which it lives, but if you give it intelligence it will terraform the world. And Kanan was a dangerous mix of both. The white-haired ork, known among his followers as Kanan the Indomitable (they called him Kajan due to his pronunciation problem), was an impregnable fortress of flesh and bones and at the same time a sword powerful enough to split the earth in two. Or so the troubadours told it in the taverns where the orks hung out. But if an ork believes it, it's because it's true.

Despite his ork appearance, Kanan was still the spawn of a demon king, and for many he did not go unnoticed. Some were even surprised to see it, unable to understand reality. In their orkoid minds, Kanan was a beast six feet tall, full of metal implants, with weapons and spikes everywhere, but nothing could be further from the truth.