"Phew, we can finally get in." Fleet Commander Cassimian silently waited for the last traces of Warp lightning in the storm before him to dissipate. It would delay them a little longer, but at least it would make things considerably safer for the entire fleet.
"Launch detection torpedoes. Find the Orks' position."
Hundreds of torpedoes fitted with high-frequency detectors and Warp detectors launched from the fleet, heading into the pitch-black depths of space ahead.
"No Ork fleet detected."
"Stay alert. Advance in battle formation."
This fleet, which had been stationed outside the storm for nearly half a year, finally began moving on a large scale once more. At last, they would complete their mission: reinforce Armageddon, destroy the Orks, and protect an Imperium world.
They traveled for quite some time, until Cassimian could see the planet Armageddon and the dazzling star illuminating it through the bridge viewport.
Of course, he also saw far more discordant sights: space debris drifting throughout the system, along with asteroids cobbled together from all manner of junk.
These Ork fleets, like the way they thought, were always so astonishing. Every encounter with the Orks gave Cassimian more stories to discuss with the ladies at noble banquets.
But he would not underestimate them. Any contempt or carelessness would only disgrace his career as a captain and leave him too ashamed to face the Golden Throne.
"For The Emperor." Cassimian told himself as he commanded the fleet to charge toward the Orks.
"Throne above, I'm about to throw up."
"I thought all this time traveling through space had gotten you used to it?"
"No, this is different. This ship shakes even worse than crouching in a crater to avoid artillery fire."
Another violent tremor ran through the ship. The hull even tilted slightly, only to right