Hello everyone, this is my first Warhammer 40k story. Just got into playing it a couple months ago and I'm going to be basing this story on a campaign me and my body are going to be playing against each other over the next couple of weeks. His Necrons vs. my Orks. Plz review and enjoy the story. Oh and one more thing. WAAAAGH!

Prologue

Classified Transmission Priority channel Secundus

Astropath Transmission from Space Station Hammerfall, Subsector Skados of the Carthage System

Emergency warning from Astartes Aqua Shields Captain Damien Philius

"Priority message from 4th Company Captain Damien Philius. We regret to inform you the Station has been lost to the ork scum of Warlord Bludskar, their numbers being much too large to hold back the tide. As we cannot leave the station for these xeno's to loot, so we will begin bombardment of the station within the hour. All space marines and PDF forces are to evacuate the station, heading to the escape pod's back to the Vengance of Terra. From there we will make our way to Skados 3 and reinforce the capital, to await the coming horde. We will fight another day, for the Glory of the Emperor, may he guide us all. Captain Philius out."

No sooner had the transmission ended than Big Mek Rustbootz gave a twist to the screw in his cybernetic ear, turning off that particular function. The mek was large even for members of his species, standing almost eight feet tall, easily as tall as the largest nobz in the room. Standing in the space stations bridge he reached down and removed his chopper from the chest of a space marine, the blade coming out with a sickening shunk.

"You hear that boss, dem oomies are going to blow up the station in an hour." Warlord Bludskar, who was currently holding a barely breathing techmarine in his power klaw, turned to glare at his Big Mek Lieutenant. As large as Rustbootz and the other orks were in the room they were nothing compared to the Warlord, at least fifteen feet tall and perhaps taller due his mega armour, the ork was one of the more larger orks to have appeared in the galaxy at the time.

"Bootz you know I don't know an hour from a minute, does we got enough time to loot da place?" Bootz winced a little at the growl in the warlord's words, his hand inching back towards the button on his belt. "Fraid not boss, we only gotz enough time to get off dis scrapheap before they blast it off da map."

The change in the orks face was instantaneous, going from annoyed to downright furious. With a roar he lifted the marine in the air, turning him upside down and smashing him again and again on the ground, crumpling his armour like paper and spreading blood on the floor. Tossing the corpse away he blasted his gun off, the nobz ducking to get out of the way of the weapon.

Not that it would have mattered, for the bullets simply plinked off the glowing green force field of the mek. After a minute of outrage Bludskar lowered his gun, shallow breaths indicating the return of his control.

"Alright fine, you nobz gather da boyz and what loot you can git, anything that can't be grabbed leave it. And send some boyz to man dis stations dakka, dat'll give us some time. Rustbootz, open up a link to dat git Nugbitz, get the tellyporta ready to get us the zog off this tin can."

Space Hulk Mork's Teef

Warboss Nugbitz was not your typical ork warboss, nor was how he ended up working for Bludskar. Originally a member of a Badmoon's clan, he was chased off when his warboss thought he might become a threat. From then on he had spent a number of years as a freebooter, going from sector to sector looting and pillaging fro planet to planet. As far as ork pirates went he had been extremely lucky, avoiding the Imperium's Navy for years.

This had ended when he ran afoul of a sector under attack by a Leviathan hive fleet. With the hive mind preventing them from being able to escape back to the warp, it had looked like the captain and his crew would have seen their last battle as gaunts and warriors burrowed their way into his kroozer.

Fortunately for the captain Bludskar's Waaagh ended up coming out of the warp on the other side of the Hive Tyrant, directly next to the Hive ships primary ship. Attacking while the hive ships made a desperate rush back, they were unable to stop Bludskar and his boys from killing the Norn queen. It was quite ironic that the Imperium's sector was saved by orks that day, though the PDF was unaware of this, watching in confusion as the swarms tore itself to pieces.

For Nugbitz his relief at not getting eaten was quickly replaced by worry as his ship was boarded, finding himself dragged before the massive Warboss. Bludskar took one look at the twelve foot captain, covered in bite marks and broken tyranid claws still embedded, and couldn't help but laugh at the orks defiant look. He offered him a deal, become the captain of his Space Hulk and one of his main lieutenants, or stay where he was unharmed.

One looked at his destroyed kroozer and almost decimated crew made the answer an easy one. Not that he minded though, sitting back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth and a fungus beer in his power klaw. Around him various boyz and meks ran around, some of them controlling the ship and it's weapons while others simply watched the massive screen portraying the battle.

Nugbitz himself was watching the dog fight between the imperial navy and the flyer boyz, the former losing to the latter's numbers and strange tactics. A particularly nasty grin appeared on his face as one of the Bomma boyz kareened out of control, twirling wildly before striking into the side of an imperial gunship, the resulting explosion almost tearing the large ship in two.

"Umm boss, weze got a transmission from da boyz on da station, sounds important." Frowning the warboss turned away, finding himself looking into the face of one of his boyz. Sighing he tossed the rest of his beer down the hatch, smacking the boy out of the way and heading to the transmitter. Pulling the speaker up he tapped it twice, before putting it to his mouth.

"What is it bootz, I've got more oomies to blast out here." The Big Mek's voice blasted back at him, the sounds of gun fighting and shouting playing in the background. "Forget that you drunk freebooter, dey's going to blast da station apart, tell Tintooth to get the tellyporta up and running."We's eading back to da beacon now."

Nugbitz sighed, he had hoped to get some good bitz from the station but now that was dead in the water. The thought of leaving them on the station briefly played through his mind, but at the reminder of who he'd have to deal with if he did made him dismiss that plan "Right I'll get to it. Bring me some of da loot when you get here." Turning off the speaker he began running out of the bridge when a tremor shook the ship.

"WHAT IN THE ZOG WAS THAT?" He barked out at the arrayed orks, one of them turning from the screen to answer him apprehensively. "Dem oomies managed to punch through one of da force fields with their big dakka, dey just got a direct hit on one of the hanga bays."

Nugbitz rubbed his forehead, not liking the sound of that. "Which one did dey hit?" Once the ork answered two things happened simultaneously. The first was the color on the warboss's face grew immensely darker, and the second was he ran out of the bridge, making his way to the main hanger. Can't do anything about it now, da boss is gonna be pissed when he finds out though.

Space Station

"Oy ya git, I thought you knew yur way around dis fancy station, where da hell is da tellyporta beacon?" Bludskar said as he and the others ran through the hall, his feet leaving dents in the floor. Rustbootz who was carefully treading several feet behind the massive warboss, but making sure to run fast enough not to get trampled by the dozens of nobs and hundreds of boyz yelled out at him. "Wez headed in da right way, me git finda says so. Most of our boyz already made it out of da station, shouldn't be long until-"

He stopped talking as he almost ran into the back of the Warlord. He looked around the giant ork to see why they had stopped running only to stop and duck behind the ork, immediately activating his force field. The group had just entered the bay where the be teleport beacon was, but from an opposite tunnel a group of space Marines had also entered the room as well. They were a group of terminators led by a chaplain. While the space marines were dressed in purple power armour the chaplains was mostly black, his skull mask staring at the group of orks hatefully. Reaching up he activated the Rosarius around his neck, a similar force field surrounding him and the twenty marines.

"Brother's there is the enemy commander, if we kill him now we can cut this invasion off at the head. FOR THE EMPEROR!" Raising his crozius staff he charged towards the orks, the terminators following behind him. Bludskar for his part grinned savagely, never one to turn down a fight. "Dem oomies want to fight, me to. Alright boyz time to get stuck in. WAAAAGH!" He charged forward, the nobs and boys at his back going as well.

Once the group got within about fifty feet of each other they fired their weapons. Many of the shots were stopped by the respective force fields but many more shot their way through, striking into both sides. Dozens of ork boyz and even the random nob or so fell to the fire, but many more stood behind them ready to take their place. The space marines were both luckier and unluckier, the orks wild shooting missing much more than they hit. Still a few of the terminators went down to the sheer fire.

The chaplain opened fire on the mega armored monstrosity, only to watch grimly as the bolts failed to even dent him. At this rate they'll overwhelm us, we need to press on. "Brothers press on, we must kill the warboss at all costs!" Coming out of what little cover they could they charged towards the enemy, power swords and hammers raised at the ready. For the orks they didn't need such motivation, the faster smaller boys charging ahead of the nob and warlord with their choppa's flailing as they smashed into the space marines.

A weaker enemy would have simply found themselves buried on the hundreds of ork boys but for terminators it wasn't this way. Their combination of power weapons and strength allowed them to stem the tide, those in front of the ork horde being pushed into their blades and hammers by those in the back. Hundreds of boys died in the first minute while the terminator squad only lost a few, as their chaplain held the line.

This cohesion ended as the nob squad and the warboss smashed in, the hard held line being splintered as the boys quickly surrounded the various trios and pairs. The terminators fought back to back, trying to kill as many orks as they could but unlike before they found themselves being hit on all sides, the crude weapons of the boy softening them up while power klaws and big choppers smashed their way through their armour. Once on terminator in a group fell the others were quick to follow.

The only area the horde was hard pressed was around the chaplain, nobz and boyz falling to his crozius. Bludskar having just ripped the head off of one terminator saw the chaplains fight, an almost insane grin appearing on his face as he charged him. The chaplain barely had time to react as the warlord smashed into his front, hundreds of pounds of muscle and metal hurling him up into the air and out of the mob.

Landing on his back he rolled with the momentum, quickly raising himself to his feet. Bludskar detached himself from the main fight, crushing anyone who dared get in his way. "Me boyz are stomping your oomies little space marine, now it's your turn." The chaplain simply scoffed, taking a stance and gripping and his crozius. "You will pay for everyone of their deaths ork scum. It's time to show you the strength of the emperors finest."

"Shut yer yap and get to fighting!" Throwing himself forward he brought his klaw in a sideway slash, the chaplain ducking down to avoid the blow. Coming back up he swung his staff in an overhand chop, Bludskar blocking the blow with a shrug of his arm. Unable to bring his power weapon to bear he jammed his gun forward instead, the barrel of it knocking the chaplain backwards, just barely keeping his feet.

Having regained his footing the chaplain glared at his adversary, righteous fury emanating from every wrinkle and crack on his face. "I will be your end ork!" Tossing his bolter aside he gripped his crozius in both arms, charging the ork. Bludskar reached to grab the chaplain but with uncanny speed the chaplain leapt inside his range, bringing his crozius down into the top of the orks skull.

The combination of the strength of the blow and the power of the weapon sent Bludskar falling down, the sheer size of the ork causing a large boom.

Once the boom settled everything went silent for a moment, the orks looking on stunned as they saw their leader fall to the ground. While the few remaining space marines let out a cheer as they began tearing into the horde. The Chaplain turned away from the fallen warlord, raising his crozius up in the air. "The warlord has fallen men, victory is ours!"

No sooner had he said this than he heard a large movement behind him, turning as if in slow motion. His men tried to shout out a warning but it was far too late, both for him as well as themselves, their momentary lapse of concentration being all the orks needed to pull them down. For himself he could only watch as Bludskars klaw tore into his front, the three massive blades puncturing his torso.

"H-How...How are you...?" Bludskar was confused for a moment, not understanding him as his head was ringing, little bits of blood leaking down his head. Eventually his hearing came back, hearing the question from him again. "Adamantium plate in me skull, you'll need to hit me harder to kill me. We'll not that you'll get the chance. Well it was fun oomie, NOW DIE!" Lifting his arm up he moved as if he was going to slam him into the ground, only to flex his klaws, bisecting the marine in two. Rising to his full height he let out a roar, the orks around him quickly emulating him.

Coming out of the roar he reached down, ripping a piece of the armor from the chaplains body as well as the crozius. "Alright boyz, gather the rest of the gear and get to the tellyporta, you don't move fast enough I'll leave ya here."

Saying this he stalked towards the portal, Rustbootz and his boys quickly following behind them, arms filled with weapons and armour. As the imperial navy began shooting the station half an hour later they found the shooting from the stations guns was hard fought, losing many of their fighters to the gunfire. Many of them would have lost it if they realized that the majority of the ork attackers was already off the station, the space hulk heading quickly into the edge of the sector.

Well that's chapter 1, I know there were no Necrons in this chapter but they will be making at least a cameo appearance in the next chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it and see you at the next update, let me know what you think.