Writers Note:

This is my very first Fan-fiction. Also, I haven't played Warhammer 40k in a while so forgive my lack of information.

I just suddenly wanted to write a story about the Empire and make it a good one.

If you have any words of advise to give me, please feel more then welcome to give me a review or a PM, telling me where I should improve or where my information is questionable.

I hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter 1

It's a cold, dark day for the Imperium of Man. As it has been for many years. Terra, our home world. Besieged by Xenos and Heretics alike on all sides, always testing Terras defenses for weakness. Nowhere is safe, for there is only war. To protect ourselves, we must be willing to die for our brothers across the universe. In the name of the God Emperor, we shale survive.

Technology, once lost to us after our golden age of peace, now begins to unfold its mystery and show its self back to the open eyes of humanity. The Holy Relics, once thought to be lost, were awakening from a very long slumber. Some a weak glimmer, a speck of light compared to what type of power once thrived inside its metal body. Others, stronger. Some of the most powerful pieces of technology, lost to us, the Imperium of man, now begin to show us the way once again. What could this mean? Those who hold the relics believe them to be a bad omen, of terrible things to come. Others, more open to change, see this as a great awakening of spirituality, so they may once again bare witness to the God Emperor in his former glory.

One such Technology awakens at what could be the worse time possible. But this isn't what you would call, a well-known relic of man, no. It's something far more fearful to imagine. Something that could bend the fabric of reality in a blink of an eye, and the Orks are closing in on its position.

On a planet, derelict, far away from the eyes of Terra, rested Trillion March Prime, A mining planet known for its precious metals which are used to forge the great and holy armour of the Angel-like Space Marines. Invaded by a Ork Waaargh band a few weeks ago, they've kept them selves busy pillaging large cities of March Prime for it's materials. Metal, plastic, anything to make their Waaargh Machines better. More than half the population had been calculated as either a wounded, or casualty. Most of the time, there were no survivors after a large raiding party of Orks. The Imperial Guard needed assistance, any they could get their hands on.

It was in the evening. The sun was down as far as it could, just enough to give the sky a blood red luster above the graying clouds. It was a beautiful sunset past the rubble of the once grand city of the Imperium. I sit upon the stone floors of the command center, listening to the crackling of gunfire between the lazor blasters our fellow Guards men use, fallowed with a whistling, crackling sound made by the Ork's Jerry rigged bolters. For the first five days, the very sound of their guns emptying a clip into the side of our command center terrified me to my core. They seemed to make me jump in fright. But now, that it's been at least a month, I've gotten used to the ambiance of death the Orks brought with them.

I sit there with tired eyes, Guards men rushing around me from one direction to another to get a better vantage point. The Orks outside were numerous and large, each well armed as the last and under cover from the wreckage from buildings around us. We were losing this battle. We cannot let them enter this floor; It would be a great sin laid upon every single one of us Guardsmen if we let a single Ork into our perimeter. The many lives lost while protecting the vault would be for not if we just let them walk in. For every guardsmen under my control, we will stand and fight until the very last one.

"Major, we're nearly finished with the repairs to the Com's system."

I would hear a silent voice coming from above me, I slowly pick my head up to see a fellow soldier in arms under the Legion of the Imperium. I asked, "... How long?"

He replied, "Just about 2 hours, ma'am. Your orders?" He would wait patiently for me to stand, which I did but slowly. My cybernetic leg kept acting up on me whenever I stop moving for a while, so this wasn't an exception.

"Defend this place with your lives, and get the Com's back up and running, as were my previous instructions." I told the lieutenant with a wrinkle above my brow. He stood at attention and saluted me, then went off to carry out his mission.

As he left I shouted, "And keep me posted!" lifting my scoped rifle from my side so I could hold it with both hands. It was a welcoming feeling, holding the tool the mighty Imperial Legion bestowed upon me, so that I might vanquish any Xeno, any Heritic against our God Emperor. I was blessed with good eye sight, so they assigned me as a sniper early on in my training years. Soon, I became a Major, with a company to command of my very own. But, that feeling is soon to be long lived. For the Orks are personally going to end my field of duty, as well as the other guardsmen's under my command.

I turn, placing my hand onto the railing I was just previously leaning my back on. To steady my aim, I knelt down and looked down the sights. I saw a Green blurred image through the magnified leans. It was the movement blur of many Orks, all firing their Waaargh Guhns and chanting their songs of battle. Their deep laughter and glee filled shouts began to echo in my mind. That's where I began to fire. One, two, three. One after another, I shot as many as I could in areas no where specific. I emptied my clip into the large crowd of orks outside, on the other side of the gaping hole I was in front of. They tried to fire back, only to miss blatantly. It would be hard for them to hit something so far away, on the 21rst floor of a massive command complex. They may have the other 20 floors, but we have the one that truly counted, and I could tell they were drooling just to get inside.

I relinquished the magazine from my rifle and stand, shakily. Reaching to my back, I pull out another clip from my ammo bag and reload my rifle. Turning, I place its strap around my right shoulder to it leaps over my body. I began to walk back into the command room of this floor, where several higher ranked officers of my regiment continued to work hard on re-establishing the Com's so we may make contact for re-enforcemence.

Placing the palm of my hand on top of a monitor, I look down at the soldier typing away at the interface of this device and asked him, "How far have you gotten?"

"We're nearly complete. Just a few more minutes!" he would shout with a sweat drop rolling down his face.

"You have 1."

The pounding sound from behind the blast doors, keeping us from the hellish Orks of the other floors at bay, begins to grow louder. With every passing moment, they get closer and closer to achieving their goal. With one loud bang, the blast doors gained the attention of every Guardsmen who still stood, who still had fight in them. Those few with the spirit, including myself, move to the blast doors with heavy weapons, mounting the turret. We were prepared for them to breach for a while now, since the lower levels were lost to us. A powerful Mini gun mounted to the rock floor, one worthy enough to be held by a Space Marine heavy bolter, was pointed towards that black metal, the Imperial Guardsmen behind it with a twitchy finger, ready to flinch into action.

There was a moment of silence behind that hellish door. No cries of Waaargh, no hysterical laughter of glee. Nothing. Ever-single one of us stood, waiting for the worse to burst through that wall of metal, nothing had happened. Not for the longest time. One curious Guardsmen, one of the ones to the front lines began to grow curious. Fearful, he begins to inch his way forward, his arms shacking from stress and fear. Looking back only for a moment, he looks upon me for orders, I say nothing but nod to him. He swallows his pride, and faces back towards the Blast doors once again. Now, reaching the wall, he leans in to listen to what was on the other side, to get a glimpse of what the Orks have in store for us when they eventually storm in.

In a split second, even before the Guard in front of us all could shout out, "Nob!" The door burst open with hellish screams of metal being torn asunder by a large blast. The imperial guard was torn apart from the flames and shrapnel, not even able to shout in pain for his death was too quick. The blast caught us off guard only for a moment as we readied our selves again for what's to come. From the first green shadow from the gunpowder in the air, we began to open fire. The sounds of deafening suppressing fire blared the corridor. The Heavy weapon mounted at the center of the room blasted large amounts of bullets and gave off such a blast of sound every time it was fired. This weapon was loud enough to block out every other sound in the room. Not even the moral boosting burst of emotions every Guardsmen had billowing up from their diaphragm could be heard. We kept firing into the smoldering hole, keeping the Ork at bay.

But, with only lucky grenade toss, they disabled the mounted gun, blinding its gunner with shrapnel and pain. Others around him were badly wounded, but most of them kept firing while badly maimed. Without the suppressing fire of the Mini gun, the Orks began to slowly inch their way into the corridor. Most of the ones in front met their demise from either rifle fire or from a handgun held by one of the wounded. We were pushing them back for the moment, but nothing is that lucky when dealing with the orks.

The Nob who originally blew the door open shouted out from behind the mess at the threshold, "Wat Da Matta' With You Oarks's?! Dem be only Pal Skinsh In Ther'! Moun' Up Boiys, An' Push 'em Forwar'!" Soon, the hoard style battle tactics changed. Shield boys mounted up front, their shields made from the armour of our tanks and fallen comrades battle gear. They slowly march forward, with bolter fire coming from behind them as they marched through the gaping hole, pushing away their fallen brothers.

"Clever…" I muttered under my breath at the sight of these well-organized Orks. It's not usually seen for the Orks to move such like this. They'd rather move forward, pushing their axes forward into the frontline of their enemy.

"Retreat, gather what wounded you can and close the second Blast Doors behind us!" I shouted.

A buzzer began to ring, with a red siren light flashing every few seconds. The ceiling began to fall, another wall of black metal began to fold it's self. We tried to move as quickly as possible, moving as many injured as we could safely. All while giving suppressing fire while the door dropped. It closed with a whistle, tightly locked with the force pressure of air. We could hear the sound of the Orks pounding their fists, shouting that we were cowards.

Stressed, I leaned my self onto that newly formed, thicker then the previous, wall now made to be the last defense we have. That last push wounded more then half of what was left under my command, and moral is as low as it has ever been.

Punching the wall from stress, I tightly close my eyes and grit my teeth. Growling, I crouch down in anger and regret, for loosing so many of my forces in the span of only a few weeks. The soldiers who were left, mostly uniformed officers with only handgun bolters degraded to fit that of a normal person, would look to me in wonder, and fear. I was supposed to be the one above this, not show my lack of moral to the rest of my forces.

"… Ma'am?..." The soldier who I had talked to previously stood from the consul and looked to me. My back was turned to him, and I was knelt down with my mechanical leg locking up, twitching which caused my body to rock.

"… What is it?" I would mutter under my breath.

He paused for a moment and answered me, "The Com's, they're back online."

My head slowly perked back up, my moral beginning to come back to what it was originally. I stood, shacking like always and turned to him. With a big grin to my face I ordered him to, "Send a distress call to any who may be near by." He would nod and sat down, beginning to type franticly and fast.

"I need a squad of men to make sure the Satellite dish is safe and in working condition." A handful of guards nodded to my request and began mobilizing, leaving this floor to defend the roof while broadcasting the message.

"We have to buy as much time as possible." I began to order, I looked to two wounded soldiers, those who were not that badly damaged, who could still fight and told them, "You two, mount the siege guns for this blast door. Create suppressing fire, make sure they don't even have the possibility of touching this door!"

"Aye-aye!" they left the room. Soon, loud sounds of mounted rifle fire danged from behind the blast doors and the blood curdling screams of the Orks on the other side began to seep through the cracks of this building.

We only needed a few minutes, just a few minutes for the signal to be picked up by any force that may aid us. Only a few more minutes and we would have been saved.