Grael's Abyss

The Warp.

The boiling ocean of raw immaterium was a spiritual existence, a realm of endless change and unrestrained caprice.

Nine armed transport ships of the Von Valancius family, wrapped in bubbles of Geller Field, flickered and twisted as they sailed along a stable route.

Brilliant colored light suddenly surged up, whipping up a violent hurricane.

The nine bubbles tumbled and drifted, veering off their original course.

The Conner, an armed transport ship of the Rogue Trader Von Valancius family, shook violently.

On the bridge, the Lumen Lamps flickered on and off.

The bright light carried an eerie blue glow.

Ibrahim, the fleet's commanding captain, opened the vox.

"Mr. Visher, I need to know what's happening right now."

Strange cries rang through the Sonic Array channel, mingled with broken, intermittent roars.

After a dozen seconds, a weak voice came through.

"Captain, we've deviated from the course."

"Can you guide the fleet back onto the route?"

Silence lasted for dozens of seconds before the Navigator's voice sounded again.

"I regret to say I cannot." His voice was thick with exhaustion. "We cannot reach Abyss Port..."

Ibrahim had been ordered to lead the fleet from the Rogue Trader's agricultural world, Zavarich, transporting agricultural products to supply the largest port in the Colonid Sector—Abyss Port.

"We were carried by a sudden tide into another abyss, the true abyss..."

"Grael."

A chill came through the Sonic Array channel and struck Ibrahim head-on.

The Grael Abyss.

The most dangerous place in the Colonid Sector, a place occupied by Orks.

Ibrahim had once read the family's voyage logs. Even when the bloodshed of the Mitu had spread across the entire Coronid Abyss, their tentacles had still failed to reach into the Grael Abyss.

Endless Orks filled the entire star region.

After The Monarch led the "Shadow