The messy and dark bridge was filled with running grunts and banging sounds, and the sound of steam leaking could be heard from time to time.
The scalded fart covered his head and ran away screaming, before being driven back by the mechanics with wrenches and hammers.
This doesn't look like the command center of a starship at all, but more like a busy grocery store.
But this is Ork.
They don't need any expertise or discipline; they can do a lot of things with their own instincts and interests.
Of course, you can also mess up a lot of things.
A giant beast covered in yellow and black armor overlooked the busy bridge.
It is so tall that it already exceeds four meters with the naked eye. The regular and thick armor plates make it look stronger than the Dreadnought. One of its two arms is a huge power claw, and the other is equipped with an astonishing caliber weapon.
Plasma cannon, and a huge yellow smiling moon nailed on its left shoulder.
Black is its background color, and yellow is the burning flame. When it turns its head, its dark red eyes are like burning briquettes in the night.
It is the famous Nazdreg Ebony Ud'Grubb, the green-skinned pirate warlord who is the most troublesome to the Imperial Navy, and a villain who has plundered hundreds of thousands of human worlds.
Nazdraig stopped in the center of the hall, under the projected image, and then looked around, looking at the faces of the surrounding leaders.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes flashed in the darkness, like hungry beasts, ready to move.
He then nodded slowly.
Then hundreds of fists suddenly hit his chest hard at the same time.
A violent roar also erupted on the bridge.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!
This roar was continuously passed between the warships and played through the loudspeaker in the void outside the ship.
Even though the fleet was in the subspace realm, these roars still caused ripples, causing the soulless pursuers to flee in fright.
Nazdraig turned around and stared at the slowly rotating projection, which was the galaxy he was about to arrive at - Foren, a very small galaxy that had not attracted much attention before.
Suddenly, the projection changed, and the image of the planet disappeared, replaced by his fleet.
Nazdraig kept the image there, and now he had many questions to think about.
"This place has been besieged by shrimps for a long time. I thought that idiot shouldn't be able to withstand it, but it survived."
It looked at the moving purple cloud-like symbol again, which represented the condition of the surrounding subspace.
"I don't think it's capable of surviving."
Nazdregg looked up at the other leaders. Some nodded as if they understood what their boss meant, but their wisdom did not allow them to make the same judgment.
A smile appeared on the pirate warlord's face.
It knows how to create a trap and how traps can weaken and kill a surprised enemy - it has used it in many wars itself.
There is no doubt that it has seen a trap now.
It was unknown who created the trap, but his instinct reminded the green boss that danger was approaching.
"If this is a trap set for us."
Nazdraig's voice rose above the noise in the hall.
"Who is that...waiting for us?"
The pirate warlord stared at the star map, which was flashing with more than a dozen light spots, all of which were outposts that were constantly sending signals from the asteroid belt on the edge of the galaxy.
Logically speaking, if they can send out signals, it proves that they have not yet fallen.
That proves that they are still safe——
safe?
Nazdraig blew out a breath from his nostrils and almost laughed.
In its eyes, these flashing outposts were like a chain, an iron chain trying to tighten around his neck.
This might be enough to fool most Orks.
But it won't, it is the smartest boss, and these tricks are as funny to it as the fart's jokes.
Then, its eyes locked on a link on the edge of the chain, a gap, the location of an already dim outpost, an area that was in fact definitely "unsafe".
If the previous star map is correct, then either the outpost moved on its own, or someone "moved" it.
Or maybe someone accidentally "smashed" it and couldn't put it back together, so they had to use crude tricks to hide it.
They must have firmly believed that they would not venture into such a dangerous area, because it was clearly a "trap."
very good.
Nazdraig grinned.
"Boys! Turn the boat around! Let's give Xiami a big surprise!!!"
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"The patrol mission will be over in one week."
Captain Midas sighed secretly on the old bridge, with pale hair under the navy hat he had worn for many years.
His ship, the Fearless Spear, is an Indomitable-class cruiser that has been in service for more than two hundred years and has undergone several major repairs.
Some voices say that the cost of maintaining this old ship is getting higher and higher, and it should be decommissioned and stored as soon as possible.
But Midas never saw his ship that way.
To him, she was her, and he knew every inch of her armor and strength, just as the bridge beneath his feet moved in precise order.
Servants murmured to the cogitators, and officers exchanged verbal orders, dataslates, and scrolls of parchment.
The Tech-priests huddle quietly in their own little world, unless the machine spirit of the battleship attracts their attention.
The bridge is the brain of the warship, and it controls an Imperial Navy warship.
This three-kilometer-long starship has tens of thousands of slave workers and servitors, and just like its kind, she was born with only one purpose - to defend the territory of the empire.
His location was near the destroyed asteroid. After achieving its goal, the Astartes fleet left, leaving only the Fearless Spear and a battle group of twelve other light battleships in the asteroid.
The outermost surface of the planetary belt, near the edge of the galaxy, is on standby.
When the patrol mission here ends, they will go to other places to perform missions.
Midas was tired of dealing with these broken stones.
"Warning! Subspace movement!"
Suddenly, the dark starry sky near the asteroid belt began to swell, and lavender and green light instantly filled the swollen and deformed void, with tiny cracks appearing in it.
The bridge's Tech-Priest sounded the alarm first, and a second later alarm bells began blaring everywhere.
Midas was busy scanning the waves of information flowing by and assessing the possibilities.
Something is jumping from subspace into the real universe.
It could be an enemy, a friend, or something unknown.
Before confirming their identity, the welcome ceremony is treated equally.
He immediately issued the order that the entire ship had been waiting for.