Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 38 - Back

Finally, after so many ups and downs through the immaterium, Kanan opened his eyes in real space. Accustomed to his soulwill travel from a placefor another against his will, the first thing the ork did was confirm that, indeed, he was not in the warp.

His eyes quickly fell on a strange vaulted ceiling, which was completely devoid of those extravagant imperial neo-renaissance paintings. On the other hand, the color of the materials with which it was made gave it a very peculiar beauty.

Kanan found himself inside an enclosure, lying on a bed that barely fit his enormous body, but was surprisingly comfortable. Although he didn't even remember what comfort was.

The ork raised his body, seeing the entire interior in great detail. A very simple interior, more like an altar than a room, but definitely in a style I had never seen before. Not in this life... nor in the previous one.

His body weighed much more than normal, probably from the time he was lying there. How long had it been? Hours? Days? He couldn't say it, but what he did know was that he was terribly hungry.

Little by little he stood up, and quickly could see his equipment leaning on the corner of the room. Kanan approached slowly. Their footsteps echoed in the small room. Nothing particularly caught his attention, as his mind was quite preoccupied. Murrey, Kurnet, David, the boys. What could have happened to them? Slaanesh plucked them from the battle of Atem III, and Murrey retreated before his victory over Lucius. They'll be fine? Could they be alive? Thinking about the idea of ​​having lost them broke their hearts.

Finally, Kanan reached his equipment and prepared to put it on. He took the black templar pauldron with the logo torn by Slaanesh himself, but as he held it in his hands, something quickly caught his attention.

The shoulder pad had a shine like he had never seen before. Completely clean, although it still bore the battle marks on the metal, and it also had a quite pleasant scent, like some kind of perfume. And not only that.

When he looked at himself, he could see his bright green skin tone. Was his skin so shiny and green? Now that he thought about it, he had never taken a bath since he was reincarnated as an ork, so his body was always covered in dirt and blood. He never actually cared. Now it was truly green.

His sword, the one he took from Chaplain Heldredd, was shiny as newly forged metal, and its smallest dents had been repaired. Someone with great talent was undoubtedly the creator of such work, since the orks did not have that delicacy with their crafts. The question was... Who was responsible for everything?

If there was one thing Kanan knew, it was that the answer wouldn't be inside that room. I could wait. Eventually someone would show up and explain the situation to him, but patience for these things was never his strongest point. Very different from how he acted on the battlefield.

Kanan approached the door to the room, which had a very peculiar design, with soft curves and no sharp corners. With the characteristic shape of an egg, and right in the center, a great challenge.

A control panel seemed to be the mechanism to open said door. a control panel whose buttons were clearly designed for someone with very fine fingers. Something he didn't have. In a pure act of faith, Kanan tried to press a button, although with his huge finger he pressed about five at the same time.

In his mind, the most logical thing would be that the button in the upper left corner would be the one that opened the door, but instead, it ended up activating soft music inside the room, at the same time that the intensity of the light became increasingly faint. That definitely wasn't it.

Kanan continued experimenting, but all he managed to do was change the atmosphere of the room over and over again. Going so far as to activate the anti-fire system which soaked every centimeter of his body. Drying that white hair was going to be a pain later. Now, Kanan kept staring at the control panel like a child at a cookie jar. His concentration was very deep, trying to remember which buttons he had pressed and which ones he hadn't, since the amount was ridiculous. I could already feel its natureorchid emerge, pushing him to break the door with just his brute force, but reason told him otherwise. And finally... the door opened. But not by the ork's will.