Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

Two mekboys grunted as they painted the protective field engine with fresh layers of paint.

When the bucket of blue paint, symbolic of "luck," was emptied, the engine's outer shell was completely covered with a new red coating—a color synonymous with "speed" for the Orks.

Under the influence of this 'unique' red paint, the protective field engine began to operate at an even higher velocity, and the external energy field surrounding the ship glowed brighter.

However, no Ork paid attention to these changes.

After finishing their work, the two mekboys threw down their tools and leaned against the engine's casing for a break.

Soon, they were embroiled in a heated argument over who was stronger: Gork or Mork.

The Orks worship two gods: Gork, who is "brutal but cunning," and Mork, who is "cunning but brutal."

The key difference lies in their approach:

Mork punches you when you're not looking.

Gork punches harder once you see him coming.

Since Orks themselves often can't distinguish between the two, such debates frequently end in fights.

And so, the two mekboys started brawling.

At first, they exchanged punches to each other's faces. Then, they began dismantling nearby mechanical components to use as improvised weapons.

They fought with great enthusiasm.

Suddenly—Zzzzt!

The protective field engine sparked violently with bursts of electricity.

Stripped of its "lucky" blue coating, the engine was exposed to the corrosive forces of the Warp's energies.

This abnormality interrupted the mekboys' duel.

Terrified, they immediately dropped their improvised weapons and bolted from the engine room, intending to inform the Big Mek of the issue.

But it was too late.

Before they could leave the engine room, the protective field engine emitted a plume of black smoke and completely shut down.

Wooooom!

With the engine offline, the protective field surrounding the Ork ship vanished.

Without the shield, the warship was violently buffeted by the Warp's chaotic energy storms.

Even worse, weak points in the ship's hull began to tear apart.

WAAAGH!

The two mekboys were flung out of the ship, disappearing into the endless Warp.

Tearing breaches in the hull caused more and more Orks to be ejected, floating helplessly in the Warp's expanse.

Some pieces of the warship's structure, still carrying fighting Orks, were torn away and hurled into the void.

Those lucky enough to land on a space hulk might continue their existence elsewhere, but many were doomed to be lost forever.

Inside the ship, Orks clung desperately to anything stable, fighting against the pull of the storm to avoid being thrown out.

The warship groaned under the immense pressure, nearing the breaking point.

On the ship's bridge, the Ork leader, Big Mek Da Klaw, stabbed his massive metallic claw into the deck to anchor himself.

He roared furiously:

WAAAGH!

Suddenly, a light appeared ahead.

Whoosh!

Space distorted as the warship exited the Warp, re-entering realspace.

Now adrift among the stars of the galaxy, the battered ship glided to a halt.

This signaled that the Ork fleet had arrived at its destination—the Goliath System—on the same day that Urth's forces faced the Taxation Fleet.

Once the ship stabilized, Big Mek Da Klaw rose from his throne and stomped toward the observation window, gazing at the starry expanse.

With excitement, he declared:

"We're here!"

The ship's countless Orks erupted in deafening cheers, their combined roars shaking the vessel.

Soon, their probes detected a nearby civilized world—Urth.

Amid the Orks' frenzied celebrations, Da Klaw issued his command:

"Ladz, smash everything down there! WAAAGH!"

The Ork fleet prepared to unleash destruction upon the weak humans below.

But in the next moment—

WAAAGH?

Da Klaw froze, overwhelmed by an intense sense of impending doom. His body trembled, and his personal shield flared to life.

A blinding flash of plasma light erupted in his vision.

From Urth's surface, a plasma warhead shot forth, crossing millions of kilometers in an instant to strike the Ork warship.

Normally, the blue "lucky" shields of Ork warships could mitigate even the fiercest attacks or deflect them entirely.

But this ship had lost its shield.

BOOM!

Accompanied by brilliant blue plasma light, the warhead ignited like a miniature star.

The unimaginable heat vaporized everything within the blast radius, slightly distorting space itself.

The warhead, fired from Kaul's Holy Nova Cannon, obliterated the Ork fleet in a single, accidental strike, leaving no trace of their existence.

As the heat dissipated, a single yellow metallic claw drifted through the void, floating toward a primitive planet…

...

Half a Month Later - Urth

Outside the Inquisition's black prison, Kaul staggered out, his mechanical arms limp from exhaustion.

"That shot was worth it," he muttered, though his confinement had taught him to tone down his antics.

"Kaul, you're free to go," said Deville coldly, his tone unchanging.

"From now on, you'll be under stricter surveillance!"

Kaul rolled his eyes but didn't respond to the humorless man, muttering to himself about the oppressive Inquisition.

As Kaul stepped outside, his energy returned:

"Wuhu! The great Kaul is free!"

He raised his hands—and a few mechanical appendages—toward the Inquisition, flipping them off.

But upon noticing Deville watching him from behind, Kaul quickly retracted his gesture and scratched his head sheepishly.

Not wanting another stint in the black prison, he wisely chose to back down… for now.

Deville, however, had no time for Kaul's antics. Reports of Chaos traces in Underhive B146 required his immediate attention.

As Deville and his armed retinue departed for their transport, Kaul smirked and began spamming forums with announcements of his return, challenging Moss to a fuel-drink competition, and indulging in his suppressed internet addiction.

Soon after, inspiration struck him—he knew exactly how to utilize that heretical silicone technology to solve a major issue for the Governor.

With his plans set, Kaul grinned.

"Time to rake in some serious funding… or should I say, gold explosions!"

(End of Chapter)

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