Warhammer 40k : Starting as a Primarch

The Imperial Guardsmen charged fearlessly onto the battlefield, but their mortal bodies could not keep up with the Astartes.

In their eyes, the Space Marine cut a bloody path through the Ork horde with ease, effortlessly severing the warlord's head. Then, activating the jump pack mounted on his armor, he soared back toward the Thunderhawk gunship hovering above.

When the transport ships landed, deploying a wave of Space Marines and Battle Sisters, these angels of the Emperor descended like a righteous storm. They annihilated the fragmented Ork forces, clearing the battlefield in a torrent of bolter fire and power weapons.

Once the battlefield was secured, the Imperial Guardsmen lowered their weapons, standing in a daze. They stared after the departing Astartes, like fishermen lost at sea without their lighthouse.

A significant number of live Ork specimens were captured by the expeditionary force and loaded onto transports.

Dukel rushed to the laboratory, where Archmagos Gris awaited him.

The Primarch himself was conducting live dissections of the Orks, extracting samples and submitting them to numerous arcane devices for analysis.

Gris and a host of servo-skulls and servitors assisted, offering machine prayers to appease the machine spirits and ensure accurate results.

Massive reserves of noospheric computing power were summoned by Dukel.

I trust the experiments will yield results soon.

In the days that followed, rumors deliberately spread by the expeditionary corps began to take root among the greenskins.

The tales spiraled into exaggeration, reaching a Mekboy workshop in a ludicrously distorted form.

This workshop buzzed with activity as Mekboys and Gretchin hammered together heaps of scrap into ramshackle war machines for the Waaagh!

A group of Boyz, waiting for their trukks to be patched up, sat around boasting and bickering.

"I heard one of dem humies made a monster that killed da warboss!" one said.

"Bah, lies! Dey can't fool me!" scoffed another.

"I saw a poster, and it looked pretty real!" a third argued.

"Yer all gits!" growled a fourth. "Let's see who's right—fight me!"

As the squabbling escalated, a Mek with the telltale swagger of a Big Mek stomped into the room, silencing them all with his glare.

"Oi, ya zoggin' runts! Yer all gettin' dumber by da day!" the Big Mek sneered.

The Boyz fell silent, their green faces darkening with embarrassment.

"Ya think those humies can make somethin' so scary? Bah! It musta been a sneaky ambush!" one Boy finally muttered.

"Oh, izzat what ya think?!" the Big Mek retorted, smirking. "I saw dat monster meself, ya gits. But ya best keep it secret, else it'll ruin us all!"

His cryptic tone piqued their curiosity. The Boyz leaned in closer.

"Don't worry, Big Mek! We won't tell!" they chorused.

"Good," the Mek said smugly. "Dat monster...it was ten meters tall! It crushed da warboss with one hand, stomped a hundred Boyz to pulp, and just glared at another hundred to make 'em drop dead!"

Gasps of disbelief rippled through the group.

"That Waaagh enough for ya, runts?!" the Mek crowed, his eyes gleaming.

"I dunno...da posters don't say that..." one Boy ventured, pulling a crumpled flyer from his belt.

The Big Mek snorted. "Ya think humies tell da truth? Dis monster's too powerful for 'em to hide, so they're tryna mess with our heads!"

The Boyz exchanged uneasy glances, nodding slowly. "Dat makes sense...yeah, humies are sneaky like dat!"

The Big Mek's ego swelled at their growing awe. "I'm tellin' ya, it's a weapon so dangerous, it'll crush our Waaagh! if we ain't careful!"

He left them stunned, reveling in his cleverness.

Of course, within hours, the rumors had spread like wildfire across the Ork forces.

"Didja hear about da monster? Eats Boyz fer breakfast!" one Ork whispered.

"Biggest thing I ever heard of! Got four arms and eight hearts!" another chimed in.

"It's growin' bigger every day! Gonna eat a whole Waaagh!"

Nearby, a freshly arrived warboss overheard the chatter. He stomped up, demanding answers.

"Oi, what's all dis about a zoggin' monster?!" he roared.

The Boyz eagerly recounted the tales, each adding new layers of exaggeration.

The warboss's eye twitched. A monster that could wipe out ten thousand Boyz with a breath? His stomach churned with unease.

It was the first time in his long, violent career that he'd ever felt this vulnerable.

How in Gork's name was he supposed to fight that?!

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