Human warships had the Astronomican and psychic Navigators to guide them, so even if a ship went blind, it could still follow the Astronomican's light to its intended destination.
Still, if the Warp was an ocean, then every storm and turbulent current found in an ocean existed there too. If a ship happened to run into one, whether it reached its destination was another matter entirely.
Cheng Mingrui had prayed to the Emperor again. As expected, the Emperor had answered him and offered the Astronomican's guidance for his journey through the Warp.
Cheng Mingrui had originally intended to travel through the Warp using a Gellar Field and the Astronomican's guidance, but a strange feeling kept telling him that something was off. He was an Ork, and the Emperor was human. Was the Emperor's help truly selfless?
So, three days before departure, he had asked Rottooth, an Ork pirate with extensive sailing experience.
"When yer going through the Daemons' den, why worry about all that? Just shout, 'Gork and Mork, bless us!' and charge in. Wherever we end up, there'll be a fight anyway. No big deal."
Rottooth's answer was pure Greenskin. As long as it was fun, the outcome did not matter.
"But I'm planning to go to this place called the Tarrok System. It's pretty close to the Octaria System, and it's an Ork Industrial System that's built countless warships to fight the Tyranids. Have you got a reliable way to get us there precisely?"
From Rottooth and the many other Ork pirates, Cheng Mingrui had gained a rough understanding of the entire Octarius Sector. Overall, the Tyranids still held a considerable advantage, but the Greenskins still had plenty of fight left in them.
After Ghazghkull Thraka had left, the new Ork Great Warboss had struggled to hold on.