Did you ever experienced being dizzy, had LSD and Epilepsy all happen to you at the same time?
That's what it felt like traveling the depths of the warp unprotected by Gellar fields in the early few minutes, with only being a Primarch/Bio-PA my saving grace from further harm.
Even with my Total Chaotic immunity, that doesn't translate to the immunity of the "seasickness" while traveling the warp.
No wonder some of my supposed brothers came out with various twisted mutations in their travels in the warp.
It's a good thing I adapt quite fast and the mixed feeling of discomfort disappeared after the first minute.
The Warp is quite colorful and beautiful, mind you. Just that it is quite sick, with four Giant tumors in it, corrupting and twisting its very essence to various horrors known and unknown to any sapient being.
Its corruption is so strong that it could drive a normal man insane just by being exposed in the warp unprotected.
After a few hours of traveling, I finally reached the end of the nigh endless warp. I don't know... the warp's weird like that, I've read quite a few wikis in which warp travel could take a few minutes to years of travel in it.
Just as my tube exits into reality, a huge red-skinned daemon with a huge pair of goat horns waiving a flaming sword roared in my direction from my right flank... the vibration of the roar was so strong that it was flinging my tube fast out into the event horizon and falling fast into the unknown world.
My fast-spinning capsule remained imbalanced as it plunged into the world below.
The world was barren and utterly dead, covered in craters of various sizes, metal spires of various heights scattered across the world. Not to mention the noticeable green patches fighting one another at the horizon.
Orks.... it just had to be the Greenskins...
I took a closer look at one of the black sky-high intertwining spires on a section of the planet... a sleek design of what might be similar to the ships of the Vodyani.
Tracing my eye into what seems like the tail end of a Dreadnaught then it hit me like a truck...
Those spires aren't simple... those are starships!
Those were my last thoughts as my capsule crashed down at the plateau in one of the highest elevations on the planet.
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[RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS]
[CAPSULE STASIS FIELD: DISABLED(DAMAGED)]
[CORE SYSTEMS: ONLINE]
[PRIMARY SYSTEMS: ONLINE]
[MULTI-CORE PROCESSORS: ONLINE]
[MIND MATRIX DEFENSES: ONLINE]
[CYBER WARFARE SYSTEMS: ONLINE]
[EMBEDDED FABRICATOR BRACERS: OFFLINE]
[RECALIBRATING ~ ACTIVATION IN: 2 MONTHS]
[BIOLOGICAL MAGI-FUSION CORE REACTOR: ONLINE]
[COMBAT SYSTEMS: 80% NOMINAL]
[MOVEMENT SYSTEMS: OFFLINE] [REROUTING PRIORITY] [ACTIVATING IN: 4 MINUTES]
[COMMUNICATION SYSTEMS: ONLINE]
[SENSOR SYSTEMS- ONLINE]
[ALL SYSTEMS: 75% NOMINAL]
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Ok, so, it appeared I was something in a bit of a pickle...
My powerful sensors indicate that I crash-landed in a center leeway mountain of a huge surrounding Ork encampment, practically placed in the heart of this Ork band, thankfully they were not able to see me. Maybe thinking that my capsule is just another of the many asteroids falling regularly in this section of the planet.
I had to whack my way out of the incubation capsule now that the stasis field is disabled.
'Oh God...not being able to move is hell. Oh, wait, God is dead in this forsaken universe...Bloody hell...'
The question is, where the hell was I.
I hope I was not in one of the planets of the Ork Empire of Ullanor or maybe the fucking Rangdan since they both are still active in this era. I while being a fan of Warhammer 40k, was not the most knowledgeable about most settings, locations, and timelines like the back of my hand.
All I know is that I am in a huge dustball with the comparable size of Jupiter, having strong gravity to boot, and looks like the sanctimonious lovechild of a desert death world and a tomb world. Somebody may have used a Planet Cracker on this planet in the past but the planet held through with its incredibly strong gravity, leaving a huge abyss like gulley 50 kilometers East of my position.
It had numerous valleys and ravines, countless scraps from the various half-buried hulls of ships sticking out from the ground. Some of those same ships are either jutting out straight out of the ground, with various sterns sticking out at ridiculous angles. With Orks as its prominent population, I bet the Orks were having the time of their life with so many 'gud scrap' scattered across the planet.
Apparently, I lucked out on where I landed, in a plateau with the same height as Mt. Everest. A place where it's easy to defend and quite hard to attack. I could only wait for my fabricator bracers to finish recalibrating, for me to set up my base of operations. Perhaps conduct stealth reconnaissance with the help of HP spells like notice-me-not, etc.
Because honestly, my current baby self can't conduct combat, and manipulating my body by biomancy could spell doom with me not having Gellar Fields on, I really can't take a risk and grow complacent with just my 'Total Immunity'.... fucking Chaos...
"Bloody fuck" I muttered to myself, mentally planning further in how to survive this bullshit long enough for my fabricators to go online.