"Tell me, honored Prophet, did you foresee that I would stand with the Orks and help them grow stronger?" Yriel still wore that same smile as he asked Osuwiss softly.
Osuwiss lowered her head, seemingly afraid to meet Yriel's eyes. She closed her eyes and reached out with her senses for a long time before saying, "I... I don't know, but... ever since I boarded the Ulthwé Craftworld, I've felt as though something was pushing me along."
"Yes, it seems we felt the same thing. I only went to the spaceport to clear my head that day, and then we met. I have a proposal, honored Prophet. I will take you before the Ulthwé Craftworld's council, where you can explain your prophetic mission."
Yriel's words excited Osuwiss, but what he said next immediately sent her spirits plummeting again.
"But believe me, no matter how eloquently you speak, how seriously they take you, or how deeply you move them, they will still do nothing. It took me over a hundred years to persuade the Ulthwé Craftworld to pass through Octarius and pay some attention to the Orks and Tyranids, two great enemies of our people."
"Every governing political system is like that. They seek stability and loathe risks. But don't lose heart. They will grant you one right: to recruit followers aboard the craftworld." Yriel smiled as he said this. In an instant, everyone present understood, and they all looked at him in surprise.
"Refugees from the Malan'tai Craftworld make up a substantial proportion of this craftworld's military. After all, when their craftworld faced its greatest danger, military personnel, with their stronger physiques, were more likely to survive. And I will lead them in joining you as your followers."
"We can travel independently to the central star system of the Octarius