"Great Gork, wise Mork!"
Vulkan's voice boomed like thunder, clear and distinct amid the chaos.
"The Battle of Cadia has ended. Our alliance with humanity has won the final victory.
"Now, every race is negotiating the postwar division of territory and interests. The Aeldari have reclaimed their ancestral lands in the former Eye of Terror region and gained the right to move freely through the Webway rebuilt by humanity."
The Lord of Drakes paused, turning the subject toward the Greenskin Orks.
"As an important member of the alliance, the Greenskin Orks also have the right to make demands. We can request the return of the territory of the Ullanor Ork Empire that the Emperor destroyed during the Great Crusade, especially Ullanor itself. Or we can demand other terms beneficial to our people's development."
Yet when it came to such major matters of territory and resources in the material universe, Gork seemed more concerned with how to shove Khaine's head deeper into the ground of the divine realm.
"What territory? What rights? Vulkan, lad, when did you get so long-winded?" Gork's voice made the surrounding currents of energy tremble.
"We're gods! Those lousy planets in the real universe? If da boyz take 'em, they're ours. If they can't take 'em, they fight again! If they lose 'em, they lose 'em! Ullanor? Lost it, so what! That big golden git took it back then because he had the strength! We can take a loss!"
Mork added in a shrill voice, "Exactly! We can't be bothered with which hill da boyz take today or which nest they lose tomorrow. We only care if there's a fight, and whether it's Waaagh enough!"
"Vulkan, you're the Ork Emperor we picked ourselves! You decide little things like this. Do whatever makes da boyz more Waaagh, and