Excerpt from an Eternal Crusade short story by Graham McNeill

The two orks who had been locked in an eternally frozen battle now paused and turned to the humans in their midst. Myllar was no xenobiologis, but even he could see the dawning light of comprehension in their porcine features. The orks looked at one another and both let out a series of grunting, hooting barks like augmetic fingers down a scholam slate. It took Myllar a moment to realise the horrendous sound was greenskin laughter. Almost instantly, the battling orks ceased their struggles and turned towards the salvage crew. Whatever hostility there was between them was snuffed out in an instant at the prospect of fresh opponents.

‘Run!’ shouted Myllar. But it was already too late. . .

Read the full story at Warhammer 40K: Eternal Crusade