Sup, guys? Lighting Wolf here, back with another story. This one is about Warhammer. Enjoy the 800-Word chapter. I don't own Warhammer, Games Workshop, and a few others do.

The war cries of a few dozen Space Wolves were enough to curdle the blood of ANYONE for miles and it was present in their area. The battle hungered warriors clashed with one of the ONLY forces in the galaxy which matched them in raw ferocity…

Orks. Millions and millions of Orks met them with dozens of blades and guns which filled the air. If anyone was close enough to see them? They'd notice that there were many Blood Claws in front of their lines, all soldiers who had nothing but the rush of battle and the spirit of the Wulfen within their hearts.

They tore into Orks as a shark into fresh meat with many Fenrisian Wolves aiding them. Their fury was equaled by thousands of Orks who clashed with them endlessly. The flat plains offered not a single spot of refuge from bullets. The matted-down soil didn't favor anything, but a straight-on battle waged with melee weapons which they added to the roars of battle. Both sides clashed in a funneled which slammed their armies together. Their movements were a wind of slashes and stabs as blood was shed from both sides.

One of these Blood Claws tore into them endlessly. He slashed the head off one before headbutting a second as his axe roared in battle, eager as its owner to slice into his enemies.

"That's 20, brother!" He heard as he chuckled to himself.

"Then slay more! I have 30!" He yelled back before he rolled his eyes. "They are as ruthless as Daemons!" He yelled with a smirk which only his helmet restricted.

The Space Wolves numbers which were dwarfed by their enemy counterparts was countered by sheer ferocity and skill. They sliced into their enemies with roars and cheers of battle.

This particular Blood Claw was eager to carve his saga which his pack would have to regale on their home.

"Damn you, Styrvin!" He heard as he chuckled and cleaved another Ork in half. "Save a few for me!" Styrvin heard as he smirked to himself.

"There are trillions, Osrim! Fight better!" Styrvin roared as he blocked the axe of another Ork. "There are dozens of warriors in the pack and you're not fighting like them!" Styrvin stated while he roared to his enemy.

While he and his pack fought the Orks as often as any other faction in the Imperium? They ENJOYED battle and so did their enemy. Styrvin greeted the Orks as they did him with all the respect of war.

Their task here was lost on him and he didn't care. His duty was to slay the Orks while others handled the details of war the Wolves did not concern themselves with.

Styrvin bashed another Ork aside and buried his weapon in the chest of another. The Orks forsake the tactics of an intelligent enemy for simply charging with their 'Shootas'. The Wolves. While similarly eager for close-range combat. Had many Grey Hunters hung back and fired their bolters on charging Ork Boyz which painted the hills with piles of dead Orks.

What nobody seemed to notice or care for was simple. The Boyz tinkered on technology that they did not understand.

As Styrvin and his brothers cleaved into the ranks of more Orks, they barely noticed the beam of light that lanced into the sky.

To many... It seemed a weapon that was malfunctioned and shattered into trillions of pieces.

What they didn't know was that it was experimental Imperial tech that had been created to shorten trips in the galaxy. One which mimicked the effect of displacing matter and then shooting it across the galaxy.

The Space Wolves and their enemies didn't notice the tear in the fabric of reality, and neither would probably care. It would mean more enemies for them to set their might upon. It was not easy to show that their galaxy had been torn asunder by this weapon as it was twisted away from its proper purpose.

The relic tore a hole in the reality of their realm, not unlike Chaos… And yet? It didn't destroy and corrupt the galaxy.

But it did rip reality apart and plunge the Imperium into a new conflict… A new realm that was similar to their own and yet entirely different.

This planet was also placed near the edge of a planet that was recently beset by similar entities to the Orks.

A new war awaited the Wolves and ones which they greeted warmly. One which they'd meet new friends.

Styrvin raised his axe and slammed it into the skull of another Ork while reinforcements set in.

Author notes

Phew. The first chapter is done! I want to point out that this story will also be set in Halo. I came up with the idea earlier today. This story will be MUCH heavier on direct combat than my Salamander story. This one will also have different enemies and combat. The next chapter is in 2-10 months and will set up the Wolves meeting their new enemies and the UNSC. Until the 900–6500-chapter, Lighting Wolf out! I will also point some things out.

1. This story DOESN'T follow the lore. Anyone going 'well, the imperium can.' I know they're beyond the UNSC. Their not gods compared to the UNSC in the story. If you hate that? Please leave, I made it clear it's not doing the lore where Bolters make people into puddles and such. The story is ONLY about the Space Wolves and such.

2. The Inquisition is going to be treated badly. Their not slaughtering civilians. Space Wolves wouldn't let them slaughter half a city because someone says 'XENO'. Mentioning them means reminding me they're going to be treated as monsters for their methods.

3. I know the Orks love war. I'm slowly trying to get to the Orks.