Inside the Ork fleet's flagship.
The Ork Warlord WARBOSS Kasan, nicknamed "Beastly Beauty," surveyed the fleets battling in the system.
To the Orks, most of their own kind and every other species were enemies, so Kasan regarded both human fleets as formidable foes.
When he saw how vast the Humies' fleet was, Kasan felt no fear. He only grew excited.
Now that was a WAAAGH.
If the Orks came charging out of the Maelstrom to avenge Huron's defeat of more than twenty Ork kingdoms decades ago, only to find a few enemy warships, then it wouldn't be a WAAAGH.
Beastly Beauty Kasan himself was a gigantic beast, six meters tall.
Unlike most Ork Warlords, Kasan showed no signs of modification. He had no implants, and hadn't replaced his hands with cannons, iron claws, or pincers.
He wore thin armor that left much of his skin exposed. His skin was smooth and taut, with a jade-like hue.
Compared to the three-meter-tall Orks on the command deck, Kasan had no scars at all. He was also somewhat slender by comparison.
He was a Greenskin who had never been wounded, and took pride in it.
"Boss!"
"The Humies' fleet is coming from the east! They—they look like a really WAAAGH assault fleet!"
"These assault ships from the west—hmm— I say we kill 'em!"
A Greenskin on the command deck rattled off a report. With its two tusks and crooked, gaping mouth, the enemy assault fleet kept switching between the east and the west.
But that didn't interfere with the Greenskins' communication.
To a Greenskin, speaking was closer to "I think" than "I mean."
"Intercept the Humies' assault fleet!" Kasan said in a low voice. "Whatever these Humies are up to, we've gotta stop 'em!"
The flagship immediately led its escort ships in an