Outside an abandoned fortification, a certain group of rowdy Orks had now calmed down. They had moved on to occupy the positions that should have belonged to a squad of elite Astartes Space Marines, and were now locked in a chaotic melee with the Warp Daemons that had followed the noise and launched another attack.
Half a day earlier, after quite a bit of commotion, the outcome had ultimately been all but certain: the all-powerful Chief Annie had won a complete victory over the Orks with her bare hands. She had thoroughly subdued those unruly green brutes, earned the approval of those thick-headed, brawny fools, and become their supreme leader.
Of course!
Being their supreme leader was merely a title.
At that moment, their Ork tribe was still led by the Ork who had won the initial infighting—the one Annie had named Bigfoot because of his large feet.
Whether he liked that descriptive name didn't matter. Annie had become their great boss by defeating them, and she had even personally used the entropy spear to "ripen" them. She could rightly be called their creator, so their opinions obviously didn't need to be taken into account.
Still, although Annie had beaten the Orks into submission and become their great boss, she hadn't stayed with them to play in the mud and grow mushrooms. Nor had she given them any clear instructions for what to do next.
Before leaving, she had simply tossed them the entropy spear, left them to rapidly multiply their tribe on their own, and washed her hands of the whole affair.
That's right!
She was that irresponsible!
After all, she hadn't brought those Orks to Canopy Star. And once her curiosity had been satisfied, there was naturally no need to keep paying attention to them. So even though