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Caninus rose form his seat, stepping towards the view screen. "Signal our challenge, and open a channel."

"Already receiving, my lord," said one of the servants on the bridge.

The mechanical face of Zed was projected, as large as a tank before him, the Kaptain furiously announcing his discontent with their presense. Orks may have lived for battle, but Zed was legendarily smart, different than other Orks, and with targeting locks already painting every ship as it emerged from the warp,

"How excellent? He looks most displeased," Caninus said, observing the barking green mongrol

"Shall we open fire?"

"No... no need. Let us not further anger the governess. The Orks will retreat from this field momentarily."