Ships not painted red? How could they possibly go fast!
No rivets or welds on the hulls? Could those things even hold together! Wasn't that outright heresy!
"A disgrace to all Orks!"
Urrak unleashed a terrifying, thunderous roar and slammed his enormous fist into the armrest of his Throne. The piece of adamantium warship wreckage instantly flattened into a thin metal disc. Blazing fury burned in his savage red eyes. These weak, humie-like Orks who had appeared from who knew where were the most unforgivable blasphemy against Gork and Mork!
"Gather all the Boyz! Get every Gargant moving! Send every warship that can still breathe and fire into orbit!" Urrak snatched up his enormous Power Claw, which weighed more than ten tonnes and crackled with a deadly disintegration field, and roughly mounted it on his right arm. "I'm gonna teach these disgraceful wastes of space myself what a real Ork is! What real fighting is!"
At the Overlord's command, the entire Ullanor empire erupted like a hornets' nest jolted awake. Hundreds of millions of Savage Boyz crammed into crudely built transport ships that could fall apart at any moment. Thousands of crude warships fashioned from hollowed-out asteroids, their exteriors piled with countless layers of scrap armour, belched poisonous black smoke that blotted out the sky as they lurched into low orbit around the planet.
Aboard Urrak's flagship, countless Gretchin shrieked as they shovelled coal and poured oil in the boiler rooms, while enormous Macro-cannon batteries were roughly thrust out through the armour plating. The warship was like an active volcano floating in space, filled with noise, chaos, and the sense that it might explode at any moment.
When Ullanor's fleet, vast enough to blot out the starlight, finally reached its designated orbit, Urrak at last saw the "heretical fleet" the