This is my first attempt at a story on Fanfiction! Exciting huh?! WELL quick overview, it's a story about a Space marine, who is the last survivor of his chapter. SO let's see how y'all like it :3!

Segmentum Obscurus 41st Millennia

I am Veteran Sargent Mikael Torkevsky. I am, no, WAS, a Space Marine of the Silent Whisper chapter. We were the chapter the Imperium relied upon for the missions in which a usurper must be put down. We would land on a planet, and slaughter the PDF forces and restore the divine light of the Emperor to the planet. But sadly, on our last mission, we were tricked. The planet Tempartis had been infested with Orks. The Planetary Governor made a pact with an, oddly, intelligent Warboss named Timothy. We landed and fought an… epic but, disastrous battle…

Planet Tempartis 35 seconds to attack.

"Brothers! Today we take back this world in the name of the Emperor, and then tonight, we enjoy a well-deserved ale!"

The mood inside the Thunderbird was lighthearted at best. These men had fought in war for centuries, all of them heroes in their own right. But the greatest of them all, Captain Dikenov, had become bigheaded. He had never lost a siege. He assumed this battle would be like the countless millions he had fought in before. He was wrong.

"Captain… Something feels wrong."

"HA, Sargent you're worrying over nothing. We are Space Marines! The sword of the god emperor."

"Yes sir, I know, but don't you suppose it would be… I don't know GOOD tactics to come up with a battle plan besides Kill them all?"

"Why must you pester me you blubbering coward! If you do not wish to fight than stay here!"

"I did not mean to be a nuisance my lord."

"Aye, off with you and prepare yourself."

All of sudden a heavy impact was felt alongside the Thunderbird, sending them spiraling out of control.

"PILOT! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR WAS THAT?!"

"I don't know sir! The scans show nothing!"

"Men! PREPARE FOR ACTION"

The captains final orders were spouted just as the Thunderbird landed and opened its doors… dead smack in front of a massive Ork WAAAGH.

"By the Throne! Men! PURGE THE XENOS SCUM!"

We charged the Orks, and I with my Chainsword and Bolt Pistol led my squad up the bastions into the thick of it. Instantaneously ALL thoughts of caution were erased and my instincts kicked in. An Ork charged me and I decided to meet it head on, and with a wide arc of my sword, I chopped him in half, just to be charged by another three.

"Sargent, we can't hold them!"

"Men, we are Space Marines! HOLD THE LINE!"

But it was useless. We fought for hours and hours and still it seemed as if their numbers grew whilst ours dwindled. Finally all my fellow marines were dead, and I did the unthinkable. I retreated. I sprinted with the last of my energy, just to see a regiment of Ork Boyz in front of me, and I completely controlled by adrenaline, swooped in, and began my slaughter. I fired my bolt pistol into two or three of the Orks and then closed with my enemy and pointed my sword into the sky and brought it heavily down on one of the Orks skull, suddenly I felt a sharp searing pain in my left calf, an Ork axe was embedded in my armor. I grabbed him by the face and squeezed until his head exploded in a mush of gore, and I, splattered in ork brains and blood soon realized that the slaughter had overcome me.

SO that's the end of my first chapter. Tell me how you like it. ALL feedback is welcome of course :D