Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor

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Aboard the Ork Warship

"Too slow! Too slow... The ship needs to go faster!"

Seated on the throne of the bridge, Warboss Big Klaw Ura roared impatiently.

He was eager to reach his destination—the Goliath Sector, where Urth was located.

As Ura vented his frustration, the Squig at his feet barked in unison.

The Squig, a hairless, dog-like creature with crimson skin, snarled, its oversized mouth spraying corrosive saliva that sizzled upon contact with the floor.

None of the Orks paid the acidic fumes any mind.

Below the throne, the Mekboy nodded eagerly.

"Boss, I'll make da ship go fasta!"

This warship was the Mekboy's pride and joy. No matter how absurd the Warboss's ideas were, the Mekboy could bring them to life.

The Mekboy returned to the massive mechanical workshop aboard the ship.

To human eyes, the workshop resembled a sprawling junkyard, with towering piles of scrap and discarded parts.

But for the Mekboy, it was a paradise of inspiration.

The Ork Boyz' weapons and contraptions were born here, cobbled together from these heaps of scrap.

For Orks, acquiring or upgrading weapons wasn't free—it required "teef."

Teef, Ork teeth, were their currency.

To get more teef, an Ork simply had to brawl, knock out another Ork, and loot their teeth.

Near a scrap heap, two Mekboyz were engaged in a loud, clanging brawl, surrounded by cheering Orks.

"Krump 'im!"

"Smash 'is face! Get da teef!"

Occasionally, a sneaky Ork would jump into the fray, delivering a sly whack to both fighters before retreating into the crowd, feigning innocence.

"Oi! Dat's a sneaky git!"

"Get 'im!"

The sneaky Ork was quickly discovered and pinned down by both combatants, who pounded it mercilessly until its teef scattered across the floor.

The sight of teef hitting the ground sent the surrounding Orks into a frenzy, turning the one-on-one brawl into a chaotic free-for-all.

Scrap parts, hammers, clubs, and even bits of metal flew everywhere.

Anything could be used as a weapon, and the Orks indiscriminately smashed anything that moved.

Even a Squig napping under the scrap heap wasn't spared.

The bewildered Squig yelped and fled, tail between its legs, as it was dragged into the melee and pummeled with hammers.

"Waaagh!"

The towering Mekboy roared, wading into the chaos and clobbering the rowdiest Mekboy with a wrench.

"Oi, ya gits! Back ta work!"

The Orks grudgingly dispersed, their enthusiasm dampened, and returned to their stations with low spirits, resembling workers slogging through endless overtime.

The Mekboy sat down, scratching his head.

How could he make the engines go faster when they were already running at maximum capacity?

Boosting a warp-traveling ship's speed was no easy task.

But no challenge was too great for the Mekboy.

After a moment's thought, inspiration struck.

"Back ta work!"

The Mekboy bellowed, summoning the Mekboyz to scavenge the scrap heaps for parts.

Together, they assembled a massive mechanical cauldron.

Inspecting the cauldron, the Mekboy gave it a few solid whacks with his wrench and nodded approvingly.

"Dis'll do!"

According to Ork logic, if a Mekboy said it worked, it worked.

The mechanical cauldron belched black smoke as it powered up, humming smoothly.

The Mekboy directed the others to toss various materials into the cauldron, initiating a chemical reaction.

The liquid inside began to bubble and churn.

The Mekboy stirred the concoction with a long wrench, muttering to himself:

"Red... need more red... gotta be redder than blood!"

Under his direction, the liquid turned a vibrant, almost blinding red—the reddest paint imaginable.

Satisfied, the Mekboy declared his latest technical breakthrough a success.

This WAAAGH-powered red paint would increase the ship's speed by 30%.

The paint was poured into large buckets and carried to the engine room, where the Mekboyz slathered it onto the engines.

"Da redder, da fasta!"

As the engines were coated in the brilliant red paint, their performance surged, pushing the warship to unprecedented speeds.

The Kool Krusha rocketed through the warp at breakneck velocity, now capable of reaching the Goliath Sector even sooner.

For Urth, this spelled disaster.

This Ork warband originated from a low-tech agricultural world, but their encounters with advanced civilizations allowed them to rapidly assimilate new technologies.

Given time, they could grow powerful enough to rival even Tyranids or Chaos Daemons.

If this warband reached the Goliath Sector, their relentless reproduction and technological adaptation could lead to the total annihilation of the star cluster.

Back on the bridge, Warboss Big Klaw Ura felt the ship's acceleration and let out an exhilarated roar.

"Waaagh! We'z gonna krump 'em good!"

The other Orks echoed his cry, their war chants shaking the ship:

"Waaagh! Waaagh!"

Meanwhile, in the engine room, two Mekboyz noticed the leftover red paint.

Scratching their heads, they remembered that the boss had ordered them to use it all up.

Spotting the ship's Gellar Field generator—its protective warp shielding—they hatched an idea.

"Dat needs red!"

Without hesitation, they lugged the bucket over and painted the generator bright red, completely covering its original blue coating.

Unbeknownst to them, as they painted, faint purple sparks crackled across the generator.

It bore a striking resemblance to warp energy…

(End of Chapter)

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