This my first attempt at a Warhammer 40k fan fiction so please excuse me if I make some mistakes about the 40k lore.

Also please know that I'm not the best at writing stories so any help or suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Also If you have an idea for an OC that will also be greatly appreciated. Just be reasonable with them. Also please don't stop at reading the first chapter.

(Authors note. This is the second version of this chapter as I realised how many inconsistencies there were)

Forge world Gaia. Upon arriving at the planet the orks quickly massacred the planetary defence forces and captured the defence weapons preventing any resupplies or reinforcements. The situation is truly bleak as is often the case in the 41st millennium. Now only the men and women of the 217th cadian regiment remain to defend against the masses. But this is not their story. It is the story of another. A man who will influence the battle for the planet, who will change the outcome of many wars in the future, who is this person? You will soon find out.

The noise was deafening on the front lines as the last few remaining men were emptying their lasguns into the charging enemies hordes, having drained many power packs in a vain attempt to push them back. It was working for now, but the lasguns were overheating and battery power was soon going to run out. By now everyone was down to their last power packs.

Another dozen ork boys came into view, clad in the thick leather and scrap metal they usually wear and armed with massive shooters and choppers.

The line of exhausted guardsmen opened fire into them, each shot vaporising massive chunks of them, some tearing limbs off. They were exhausted. For days they had been fighting and it was showing. Barely any shots were to the head and many missed entirely, it was due to this that they were quickly running out of battery packs.

But they weren't the only ones scoring the hits. The Orks fired back wildly at them, the thick ferrocrete barricades the guardsmen took cover behind stopping most of the rounds but two unlucky guardsmen were not so lucky. The ridiculously high calibre weapons tore massive holes in their heads, completely ignoring their standard issue flak helmets.

The Orks soon fell under a volley of lasgun fire but it was only a matter of time till the next wave came, and the inevitable had happened.

"Damn it," Came the voice of a panicked guardsman. "I'm out," he sunk back down behind the barricades trembling holding his weapon.

"Xenos scum," His comrade yelled, "I'm not going down like this," he roared in anger, "we need more ammo damn it, John! Get back to base now, tell them we need more ammo! We're sitting ducks out here"

John could only nod, dropping his expended lasgun. He poked his head around the side of the barricade and immediately jumped back as a bullet flew past his head missing by an inch. "I need cover fire!" He yelled.

Four more Orks had appeared and came charging the same as the first group, their weapons leaving no chance for him to make the run.

The commander quickly spoke up "alright, everyone on three, give it everything you've got! John you've got three minutes go get the ammo. You had better be back or I'll kill you myself!"

Fear filled the face of everyone there, they knew it was unlikely they would hold out even that long it was a miracle they had lasted this long but their luck seemed to have run out.

"One" Guns were raised, "Two," shaking limbs got ready to rise, "three!" All at once everyone raised their weapons and laid down a barrage of lasfire. John sprinted towards the heavy steel door, quickly tapping away at the control panel opening it by a small amount, just enough to squeeze through. John pushed himself through and closed the gap behind him.

"I hope he gets back here soon" Said one young man. This was his first time in war and he was close to breaking down.

"I hope so too Max," Said the captain. His face was grim and withdrawn. He turned back to face the enemy and instantly his face fell yet further "Oh dear god."

Over the hill in the distance came the biggest horde of Orks they had seen all day. There must have been a hundred of them, and worse still there were several Nobz clad in thick metal plates. Everyone's face fell into despair , they knew they would not survive this encounter, whether there comrade got the batteries or not.

"Men it's been an honour serving with you." came the sullen voice of the commander. he drew his sword and stood up, "for the Emperor!" He yelled, the battle cry being carried by the rest of the men...

Over the next few minutes more power cells were depleted and John still hadn't come back. The same though filled everyone's mind, did he abandon us? He should be back by now. But he wasn't. What was holding him up? They were out of power and on their own, with the Orks getting closer and closer. They braced themselves to fight.

"What the hell?" said Max. Everyone turned towards him and stared in shock at what they were seeing. Blue lightening had started crackling behind him pulsing and frying the ground beneath it, the pulsing got faster and brighter. Even the Orks had stopped to look at what was happening.

The pulsing became incredibly bright and just as it was becoming unbearably hot, simmered down and disappeared and in its place was a boy, not an ork boy but a human child, no older than fifteen.

"What the Fuck?" mouthed the commander.

(AN) Just made some corrections to this chapters I have heard that someone has complained about its bad grammar. Just to let it be clear I am new at writing stories and my grammar is obviously not the best. So if you see a lot of mistakes. PLEASE TELL ME. I will do my best to correct them in due time. CurseofGladstone out