Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 10 - My Old Blood

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.