Within the vast Maelstrom, in the endless Void, dozens of clumps of space "junk" drifted through the emptiness. Each of these heaps bore an image of Orks, painted in crude graffiti or cobbled together from huge metal plates.
Those images depicted the Orks' gods, Gork and Mork. Just as the Imperium of Man built churches atop its ships, the Orks painted their gods or pieced them together from metal plates to adorn their warships.
Yes, these dozens of heaps drifting through the Void, cobbled together from the wreckage of old ships and asteroids, looked ready to fall apart at any moment. But they really were Ork Warships,
Each of these ships had huge pipes at the rear, spewing plasma to propel it forward. Countless gun barrels were irregularly distributed across their hulls, jutting out from the ships.
By the standards of other races, they were nothing but piles of junk. But to the Orks, they had engines when they needed engines, firepower when they needed firepower—and that made them warships.
In the corridors of the flagship of this Ork fleet, the Deafening Rock 'n' Roll, a green Ork Mekboy wearing goggles was leading an Ork Big Mek to the site of an accident.
The shorter, scrawnier Mekboy reached the spot and pointed a sharp finger at the ship's bulkhead.
"Here, right here, Big Mek! I found the problem!"
A hole about the size of an Ork's head gaped in the ship's hull, patched together from countless rusty scraps of metal. To inspect the damage up close, the Big Mek simply stuck his head out through the hole.
The Big Mek looked up and saw countless stars. The hole opened straight into the Void. Well, there's a big hole, all right, he thought, completely unaware that he was exposed to the