POV: Selene Virellian
The black hull of Bellwether Station loomed like a giant moon in the empty space.
Selene Virellian, watched it silently from the command throne of the Starshade Echo, her fingers massaging her tramples.
The Hive presence was gone.
And that terrified her more than if it had still been there.
'Impossible! he didn't even leave his home planet yet!'
"Get me confirmation scans I want everything."
Her crew moved in an organized manner. After all they are elite troops of her family, given to her by her father: the duke of evernight after pestering him that she wants to explore the surrounding galaxies.
Still… the silence that returned was not what she wanted to hear.
"No sign of Hive readings, Duchess. However there are constructs around that aren't part of the original station. We also detected tens of thousands of living organisms."
"That's impossible," she murmured.
It was still year 3947 of the leveri era, a full five years before the space station would be claimed by "him"
The bellwether should still be surrounded with bugs leaving the relic inside untouched!
It should have been a turning point for her. Important enough to use all her savings to buy an item that can drive the bugs away and even asked for more from her parents saying it's becau6she wanted to explore the universe.
"Deploy a scout shuttle. Full sensor sweep, I want to know everything in the station. "If someone's squatting on my prize then I can only ensure their death will be quick."
Her second-in-command and one of the guard captains in her family, Commander Thalen hesitated "what uf they're stronger than us? If they wipe out the bugs they should be strong enough "
"If that's the case then try to contact them peacfully"
But Thalen didn't move.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Not the Hive, Duchess. Something else just appeared from one of the surrounding asteroids . High-speed, no IDs and Jagged hull signature"
A bad feeling ran down her spine.
"Put it onscreen."
The moment the feed lit up, she saw it.
An ugly, bright red cobbled-together cruiser made of scrap metal, skulls, rusted guns, and crudely attached engines, its prow shaped like the screaming face of a mechanical beast.
And it was laughing the ship literally broadcasted a loop of violent, garbled laughter and engine roars to nearby ships and even in space where sounds shouldn't be heard.
"Contact with unknown vessel!" Thalen barked. "No response to hails—wait—it's—CHARGING US! RAISE THE SHIELDS AND SHOOT FIRST!"
Suddenly the control pannel of their ship connected to the other ship, it's operator's huge green ugly face filling up the screen.
"DIS IS YER CAPTAIN SPEAKIN'! STRAIGHT TO YER FACE IN 3… 2… WAAAGHHH!"
"HOPE YA LIKE HUGZ, 'CAUSE DA SPITTA MOON'S GIVIN' YA A METAL ONE! AH AH AHAH"
"VOOOOOMMM-KRAK!
'being a rencarnator is hard'
....
The center of the hive was silent.
The Orks had long since stopped shouting. The Weirdboyz did their best to silence their psychic brusts. Even Bossboot had nothing witty to say, they just stood there staring at their boss.
Kael stood alone in the vast chamber, the ceiling half-destroyed, blood and fingus spread around. The queens gigantic body stood in the center a, super-dense alien biomass.
His body trembled.
Not from pain.
But from hunger.
But not the kind you feel in your stomach but a cellular hunger as if every part of his body wants to devour the queen's remains whole. His hybrid body was unfinished still caught in transition and what he needs most is nutrients, something he can aquire from a organism of high level.
The bath in blood that gork and mork said isn't just a symbolic symbol. It is an actual requirement due to the fact that the krok seed was inserted to him psychically without the support of any operation and nutrient solutions.
Looking at the corpse straight from a resident evil boss, he stepped in, and began to eat.
The moment he was half finished in eating the body larger than himself as if his stomach was a neverending blackhole , his vision blurred, his body locked up then convulsed violently.
Muscles slowly squirmed before they shredded, then reknit themselves. Bones cracked, then thickened. But his shape didn't warp grotesquely instead, his features became sharper cleaner. His pysique was perfect for war, bulky and flexible while being perfectly proportional.
His body elongated slightly and his spine straightened, his stature grew regal. He wasn't becoming a green brute—he was becoming something, a mix between the perfection of a Primarch and the brute force of a ork.
hair burst from his scalp flowing to his shoulders like a lion's mane. His eyes glowed emerald, and his skin was a pale brown with faint green veins humming with stable Waaagh energy. His height shot up to 3.5 meters, taller than vulkan by a bit.
Then... air around him boiled, the hive trembled, reality bent like it had just inhaled something it shouldn't have.
Two massive silhouettes appeared in the steam.
One was slightly hunched, wearing a top hat made from a squig skull and a monocle.
The other was taller, thumping a massive hammer shaped like a banana covered in spikes.
'This...' the goofy appearance shattered his awe of this two ork gods
"Oi," said Mork. "Look at dis git. Slurpin' Queen jam like a zoggin' squig on prom night."
"'E ain't a git, Mork," said Gork. "Dis one's da reason. Da Big Laugh."
Kael stumbled back, now glowing faintly with green and gold energy.
"You... you're in the real world?" he asked, eyes wide he thought they only appear in his dream
"Course we're real," Mork grunted. "We're yer imagination."
"Dat means wez realer than real," Gork added.
The two gods leaned in, expressions unreadable but mischievous.
"You was reborn 'cause we woz bored, nothin special" Mork said flatly.
"Da 'umie worlds, dey boring," said Gork. "So we tossed in a wildcard. A humie Krork. See what happens. Funzies."
Kael wiped ichor from his mouth, panting. "Why? Why me? Why reincarnate me like this?"
Gork struck a heroic pose. "BECAUSE WE WAZ BORED!"
Mork nodded sagely. "And ya seemed like da type o' git who'd do funny things if we gave ya da right toys. Turns out, we was right! You're funnier dan a squig on stilts."
"But also useful!" Gork added. "Ya'z got da right blend. Bit o' humie brain. Bit o' Krork guts. Perfect combo."
"Also ya'z gon die from heart stoppin liek a stupid squig in a hour even if we ain't do anythin"
Kael rubbed his temples. "So this was... all just for your entertainment?"
Mork burst into giggles. "YES! But also no. Mostly yes. But also look at ya now! You'z a BEAST!"
"We can't stick around," said Mork, scratching his oversized chin. "Yer brain's too spicy now."
"You'z too big fer dreamz now," said Gork. "Yer WAAAGH is your own."
"But we'll be watchin'," they said together, voices overlapping into a thunderous echo.
"Oi, by da way, one o' dem reekarnagitz is showin' up soon."
"And Don't die too quick!" Mork cackled. "We'z still got bets goin'!"
Kael blinked and they were gone. No portal. No explosion. Just silence.
"Fuck me" he muttered not knowing whether he should be happy that he was given a second life instead of just dying from heart attack or sad that he was reincarnated for nothing kust because the ork gods were bored.
Silence returned.
Kael stood alone, steaming. The Queen's flesh had done its work every cell in his body was now filled with strength. The ragged, Ork-touched warrior he was before had become something else.
Not just a Krork. Not just a man.
A bridge between two species. A heretical weapon of war.
He stretched his hand grabbing a long coat of stitched Grot-hide designed with insect spines to cover his now naked body and his former clothes exploded with his increase in size.
Kael inhaled deeply.
Then, something tugged at the edge of his awareness through the ork server.
An intrusion, someone else came for the station. This was normal after all he didn't fullfil his promise to the employer and took the data for himself, not that he care about him. But the intruders this time were special just from the ship they're using.
He narrowed his glowing green eyes remembeing what the ork gods just said. A reaincarnator was coming with unknown purpose. And he doesn't know whether it's a friend or foe.
His mind reached outward.
Across the station's pathways, dozens of Orks heard his call like a divine radio ping.
"Boys," he whispered into the WAAAGH. "Bring me the fancy human ship ouside"
Bossboot, who was currently gnawing on a piece of bug, immediately perked up.
"Aye, BOSS-KAEL, we'z gonna go GET IT!"
Orks across the station roared in reply, their psychic icons flickering, syncing to Kael's command.
He didn't know who was aboard, or why they were here but he didn't need to. His instincts told him they mattered.
He sat down the queen's chitinous ribcage like a makeshift throne.
"Let's see what kind of git the galaxy's sendin' me next…"
[AN: gues who's back]