They left the trading station the way Orks always did: noisily.
Kael had spent the last of their credits on a single week's worth of decent food for himself and mountains of scrap, spare armor parts, old ship plating, and broken drones for the Orks to tinker with.
The merchants had been more than happy to offload junk to a mob of unpredictable green giants.
To them, the Orks were a race of brutes: stupid, violent, and ultimately disposable.
A common misconception.
Kael let them believe it.
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Two weeks later
The ship no longer drifted like a forgotten corpse.
It now drifted noisily through space.
What had once been a cobbled-together nomad vessel—a patchwork of scavenged technology, battered decks, and flickering life support had evolved into something primal. It resembled a moving scrapyard. Covered in cannons, jagged metal plates, Ork glyphs, exhaust pipes spewing oily smoke, and dozens of squigs tied to makeshift horns. Add to that the massive teeth-like spikes at the front designed to shred other ships on impact the ship looked like it had crawled out of a nightmare.
"Da Spitta Moon," the Orks called it now.
Their numbers had grown—from a hundred to thousands. More armor and weapons were being produced daily. Arenas were built into the ship, filled with guttural WAAAGHHS as Orks tore into each other—Kael's solution to quell their endless thirst for war without large-scale infighting.
As their numbers increased, so did the strength of their innate WAAAGH field.
And with that, something new began to emerge: Orks gifted with psychic abilities the Weirdboyz.
These new Orks acted as psychic sponges, absorbing and channeling the natural gestalt energy constantly emanated by their kin.
And Kael… Kael had a dream.
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He stood on a battlefield with no sky—just a red mist above and a floor of metal teeth below.
Two giants loomed over him. Massive. Green. Divine.
One wore jagged armor, cruel-eyed, wielding a wrench the size of a battleship—the cunning but brutal: Mork.
The other was rounder, drooling and laughing while gripping a power klaw the size of a city—the brutal but cunning: Gork.
They argued. Loudly.
One spoke of cunning brutality. The other, brutal cunning.
Kael couldn't tell which was which. He just felt them both pushing at his soul like anvils pounding a nail.
Then they looked at him.
Their voices boomed, vibrating his bones.
"YOU'S TOO SMALL."
"BUT MAYBE…"
"YER DA BOSS NOW."
"SHOW US SUMFINK WORTHY."
Then they both laughed—a sound like a planet splitting in half.
Kael awoke drenched in sweat, breathing hard, his hands crackling with faint green static.
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He hadn't dreamed of the two Ork gods since.
But the Orks had changed rapidly after that.
Weirdboyz started emerging some from regular brawlers who, the day before, had no sign of psychic potential. They began spasming, belching energy, convulsing with green light, then collapsing in piles of smoke.
Normally, Weirdboyz died like that. Too much power. Nowhere to release it.
The standard fate for Orks gifted with psychic abilities.
But Kael felt it in the spiritual server he shared with them. A loud buzzing. Pressure in the air. Like a balloon ready to pop.
He didn't know what he was doing, but in that space, his hands moved. When he touched the Weirdboy's "light," something shifted.
The energy flowed into him.
It didn't destroy him. It filled him.
And it felt… right. Like he'd been empty until that moment.
Since then, the Weirdboyz had changed. They still gathered power but they stopped dying. The excess bled off into Kael, drawn like smoke into a vent.
And he changed too.
He could feel things now.
Movements behind walls.
Pulses of energy.
Danger before it struck.
His mind was sharper. Faster. His reflexes reached inhuman levels.
"Not quite Warp… not like psykers in the lore," he mused. "But close. A different branch. Like Orkish psychic charge filtered through a human vessel."
The Orks thought it was hilarious.
"Da Boss eats Zappa Juice!"
"Look, he suckin' da powa outta Biggrib's head again!"
"He ain't even 'sploded! That's weird!"
Kael smirked at the memory. Weird had become normal.
Unexpectedly, Bossboot was the first to unlock his own psychic abilities.
In the middle of an arena brawl, sparks and green zaps of power burst from him, blasting the heads off multiple Orks mid-swing.
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Kael stood now at one of the observation slits, arms folded, staring out at the void ahead.
Days already passed.
Finally, they arrived at their destination a feat that would've happened faster if the engines were of a better class. But even the cheapest replacement costs 20 000 station credits.
The target loomed ahead: a massive space factory, once a warship assembly plant.
Rotating slowly in the void like a rusted crown.
The commissioner had only asked them to retrieve the core data from the station's AI and engineering archives. The rest? Salvageable.
Kael chose this mission for that reason. It wasn't just credits.
If they could clear it, restore it, and claim it as their own… it could become a fortress and a forge for ork monstrosities.
"This could be suicide for others," Kael thought. 'But for the Orks, this is like giving a kid every gaming console in existence."
The buzz of approaching insects on the scanners broke his reverie.
Kael clenched his fists.
Behind him, the Orks were already suiting up.
Bossboot loomed, a new metal choppa resting on his shoulder, helmet gleaming with squig blood and red paint.
"Dis da place, Boss?" he asked, squinting at the factory through the viewplate.
Kael nodded.
"Yup. That's the job. We go in, retrieve the core data, and if the stars align we take the whole damn thing."
Bossboot grinned wide.
"We'z gonna take everyfing. Even da pipes!"
Kael allowed himself a small smirk.
'Being with Orks doesn't seem so bad after all. They're full of positivity.'
The factory rotated in the void.
Alien movement flickered along its edges thin-legged insects with glinting chitin, scuttling like intelligent roaches along walkways and broken scaffolding.
Kael narrowed his eyes.
"Ready the boarding shuttles," Kael ordered. "Bring out the big guns."
"If the bugs dare bite us…"
Kael turned. His voice was calm, but behind it raged a storm.
He raised his new mechanical arm the three massive claws pointing at the station.
"Then we bite back."
"WAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
"Dem bugz don't even got proper dakka! Dis'll be easy!"
"WAAAGH! Get da pods ready, we'z droppin' in hot!"
"Time ta krump and loot, lads!"
"Oi, who brought da boom squigs?!"
"If it moves, shoot it! If it don't shoot it till it does!"
Orks roared their war cries.
Mekboyz loaded the cannons.
Massive squigs snarled in the launch bays.
This wasn't just another fight.
This was the beginning of a WAAAAAGGGGHHHHH that would one day make the entire galaxy tremble.
[AN: stone me guys. Also early chapters are more on the mc adjusting in the new universe and laying down the basics of the ork boyz. Latater arcs will be more on WAGGGGGGHHHHH ]