Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy Chapter 40 40: I Feel! This Is Very WAAAGH!~

"Dadada!" The sound of the Sluggas was deafening, blasting huge holes in the orbital station's outer hull. The automated sealant system had activated, constantly spraying a plasti-cent material between the station's external shield layer and the hull of the vessel, which looked like a literal garbage barge.

Hordes of Orks, clutching a jumble of crude firearms and bladed weapons, sward out of the ruptured bow armour of their ship.

Green skin, protruding tusks, and crazily spraying spittle accompanied their shouts.

"WAAAGH! Lootin'! Gud!"

Following the roar of one particular Ork Boy, the others were infected by the sheer excitent and yelled back fervently.

"WAAAGH!~"

The Defence Commandant of the orbital station watched the transmitted images, his face slick with cold sweat.

Although the Regent of Terra had launched the Indomitus Crusade, the problems within Segntum Obscurus were simply too nurous.

Since the opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum, all manner of horrors had erupted across the sector, appearing completely out of control.

Orks, Traitors, Chaos Warbands, Necrons—the entire Segntum Obscurus was a chaotic ss.

And his cluster of stations was the most crucial Imperial transfer point in the vicinity.

Such vital nodes would usually be heavily garrisoned, and the station cluster would be equipped with extensive defensive installations.

But there had been too many wars.

Nearby planets continually issued distress calls. The Imperial Navy fleets had been non-stop, and Astra Militarum regints were being poured into various battle zones without end.

In response to an ergency call, the Defence Commandant had dispatched nearly half of the stations' defence forces.

Then, these damned Greenskins had appeared out of nowhere.

In this utterly chaotic region of space, two Ork fleets, which were already happily fighting each other, burst out of the Warp.

They imdiately spotted the orbital stations.

With a new target to engage, the Orks instantly abandoned their joyful fight with their kin and began a united assault on the stations.

Fortunately, the Ork vessels were extrely crude, with the largest only being the size of a Cruiser. Relying on the powerful defensive weapons mounted on the stations, a single coordinated volley wiped out one-third of the Ork fleet.

The resulting massive explosions filled the surrounding void with flying tallic debris.

The Orks, however, imdiately intensified their frantic bombardnt.

These maddened xenos cared nothing for casualties, simply pounding the Void Shields with indiscriminate fire.

The Defence Commandant and the Station Master had initially been watching the Ork fleet's 'fireworks' display. But soon, an Ork torpedo, sohow having slipped past the shields, detonated inside the station.

The chain reaction imdiately destabilized the power supply system.

The once-robust Void Shields instantly beca critically weak.

It was at that exact mont that the Orks suddenly redirected their lead ship, that floating pile of scrap, straight through the weakening Void Shield, ramming it directly into the station structure.

Chaos erupted across the station.

The depleted garrison forced the Defence Commandant to hastily grab the Station Master and head for the reinforced bunkers.

On one side of the station, the Astra Militarum were already exchanging fire with the Orks.

The Orks pouring out of the breach did not possess heavy ordnance. Facing the volley fire of the Astra Militarum, they posed little threat.

But quickly, a flood of haphazard, filthy vehicles began to spill out of the side of the ramd ship.

These ruined vehicles were cobbled together by the Orks from the chassis of other races' vehicles.

The Ork Big ks were adept at tinkering with such junk.

These chaotic vehicles, so driven by wheels, others hovering on crude thrusters, were equally ard with a massive array of scrap weaponry.

The Ork Boys driving them roared in excitent, and the Gretchin and Shoota Boys riding atop were ecstatic to the point of frenzy.

So Orks, too excited to steer, simply snapped the steering wheel or control stick off, dumping the driving duties onto a diminutive Gretchin while grabbing a weapon and firing wildly and inaccurately in every direction.

Chaos swiftly spread throughout the cluster of stations.

The Astra Militarum, lacking heavy fire support, were quickly scattered by the utterly suicidal Orks.

Soon, a towering figure, conspicuous even among the Orks, appeared atop the wrecked station section.

The Ork Warboss bellowed in exhilaration, while a nearby Ork k waved his wrench and cutter, shouting gleefully to his boss.

"I finks dat torpedo could get through. It worked! Ha ha ha ha!"

The Warboss did not tolerate anyone laughing with more enthusiasm than him.

He backhanded the Ork k to the deck, then raised his weapon, a Power Axe crudely decorated with dark red embellishnts and welded with various bits of scrap.

Clearly, this Ork fleet had encountered sothing significant in the Warp.

The weapon's colour sche was overtly Khornate, yet its general style resembled Imperial weaponry, albeit warped into a chaotic piece of junk by the Ork k.

The Warboss raised his axe high and roared: "Boyz! Take dis place, den we go out and smash up da rest! When we krump dese 'eads, us Blood Splatter Klan iz gonna go find dem weedy Red Fog Klan gitz and smash dem too!"

The Blood Splatter Klan had little fa in the galaxy. As a minor Klan, their initial size was small, consisting of only a few hundred thousand Orks.

Their original planet had been poor, ho only to native fauna, until one day a small Imperial exploration team arrived and established a small outpost. The planet gradually beca more 'lively.'

The Blood Splatter Klan quickly transitioned from fighting indigenous wildlife with crude lee weapons to shooting back at the Imperium with cobbled-together firearms. Eventually, they put together a bizarre array of vehicles and launched an unprecedented boarding action against a Navy Frigate that had co to assist.

This Warboss, having survived countless battles, realized he was becoming increasingly strong.

Through long-term combat with the Imperium, he evolved from a re Ork Boy to a Warboss, taking command of the Klan.

The Imperium, citing cost issues, eventually abandoned the outpost.

Constantly exposed to new weapons, ships, and debris from battlefields, the Ork ks within the Klan rapidly advanced. Through constant fighting and endless sessions of 'I finks...', the Blood Splatter Klan finally left their impoverished world.

During their first aimless journey through the Warp, they encountered another Ork Klan—the Red Fog Klan.

These Orks, upon eting, gave the Blood Splatter Klan a 'warm welco.'

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