This is a stand alone story that just popped into my head and I felt like I had to write it down. I decided to share it with you fine people. Critiques are welcome, I hate when people keep to themselves in an effort to be polite I would rather know the truth about my writting ability.
Corporal Riksch led his fire team at a casual pace through the abandoned streets of their urban patrol route just like a half dozen other squads did in other parts of the ruined city. They couldn’t be too early to their next check point or too late otherwise the bypass codes on the Servitor Turrets wouldn’t match what his cogitator sent and his squad would have a few more openings in it. This was Commands way of ensuring that troopers in the field were following orders even without an Officer or Commissar present to enforce their will.
It had been ten years since the Astartes left his home world after decapitating the Waaagh. A Mordian Iron Guard regiment had been put in place to see to the rebuilding of the local PDF. Riksch saw them as a boy and wanted to be an Imperial Guardsmen in the worst way, not that his current duty in the PDF was boring in any way he had heard about fights with smaller Ork tribes and on a few occasions had shot a few of stragglers himself. But he had yet to see real action and the primal tribes that now inhabited the yellow zones of his planet weren’t the kind of enemies of the Emperor that were written about in history books.
As he scanned the still crumbling buildings of what used to be Starsport, his cogitator gave the green light indicating that it had sent its signal to the massive guns in his path. Riksch held his breath and took the first steps into the kill zone. As he walked out of the side street into the market square he saw the barrels of two heavy bolters sitting slumped on their rotating base only twenty meters away. The crude graffiti blazed across its sides told him that the Orks had been here since yesterday, it angered him that these feral beasts could just walk up to this machine and tag it without a shot being fired yet the machine spirit would ‘malfunction’ and open up on his squad almost as often as they wouldn’t. This event now changed his orders, and he had to kick in the side door of a destroyed civilian vehicle to calm himself. He shouldered his lasgun and ordered his men to secure the high ground around the market to keep a look out. Riksch took out his data slate and began the arduous task of cataloging “in every last detail” the graffiti for Command to analyze.
Stompsoft was a smart Ork Kommando; he knew how to get stuff done. He knew the ‘umies were dumb little monkeys that needed to copy his works of art to share with their bosses and take his credit; they just couldn’t help themselves. It was a good trap. Stompsoft knew he could just walk around them, he and his boyz would only have to kill one or two guarding the door outside and they could keep on with their job unnoticed. But he was an Ork first, all this sneaking about was fun and all but it did nothing to satiate his blood lust. When all of the other ‘umies had gone inside the lower levels of the building him and his boyz occupied Stompsoft made his move. He crawled out onto a stone gargoyle that stuck out three stories above the ‘umies leader with his bone knife in his teeth. When he figured he was right above the runt umie he aimed his knife and let if fall toward the victims’ skull. Right as he let go of the deadly blade a deafening blast erupted from the first floor and his prey went running toward it. It looked like one of his boyz, probably ‘ardtoof, had set a little trap for the troopers. That was a good idea; Stompsoft would have to brain him so that he didn’t think again in the future. For now Stompsoft was stuck hanging off of a stone statue having just dropped his favorite knife onto a guy who was no longer there to catch it with his skull. So he did what came natural to any Ork. With a deep breath and tightening of every muscle he knew he had Stompsoft shouted a throat tearing “Waaagh” as he let go and dropped toward the ground to get his favorite knife back and put it where it was supposed to land.
Corporal Riksch heard the blast and watched his troopers swallowed up by a cloud of smoke and detritus. He took off at full sprint dropping the data slate and drawing his lasgun on instinct to help his men. The blast had been small and only served to knock a few guardsmen off their feet, they quickly got up and stumbled into the clear air coughing and brushing the dirt from their eyes. Just as the ringing from the blast dulled away every trooper heard the battle cry of a psychotic Ork diving from the third story ledge. They watched in stunned bewilderment as the creature hit the ground with a dull thud that would have been comical in any other situation, but here and now the troopers aimed their lasguns at the twitching body and fired beams of super focused light into it.
As the Troopers did this none noticed the large grenade rolled toward them, and with another blast just as powerful but this time much closer then the last one took two guardsmen off their feet the other Ork Kommandos’ charged out at them. The first one barreled toward Trooper Mertick on all fours griping a nasty looking knife in its equally grotesque paw. It sprang up onto its hind legs punching the blade clear through Merticks’ body armor lifting him into the air with one hand and then reversing its grip on the knife it slammed the limp body into the ground stomping on his head to tear the knife clear from the Troopers remains. Another muscled Ork ran out from the dust cloud at another soldier impaling itself onto the man’s bayonet it drove him into the wall crushing the Troopers ribs and bit his still screaming head off in a fountain of blood.
The men of Rikschs squad now regained their focus from the assault, and opened fire on the Ork who had killed Mertick. A beam of light from Rikschs gun struck it in the head above the left eye causing the creature to real back at the wound and stand upright, an instant later two Troopers ran forward and pierced each of its lungs and its heart with their bayonets. The two men struck and stabbed the Orks head as it lashed out with its fists to no great effect and the rest of the squad charged into the fray.
Riksch felt a rush of adrenaline as he counted the bodies in the fight; there were four more Orks and he had ten men left standing plus him. He drew his combat knife and ran at an Ork who was turned around fighting with two other troopers. Each of the Orks even hunched over in their normal posture was a noticeably taller than any of the men there. But Riksch had no trouble jumping onto its back and stabbing his knife into its flesh. Riksch missed the spine though and held on to the hilt of the knife as the creature lashed out in a violent reaction to the pain. Quickly realizing that it could not reach the little man hanging from its back the Ork swept the two Troopers in front of it to the side with a backhand strike and ran toward the wall of a building a few meters in front of him. At the last step before impacting the wall the Ork pivoted on one foot with a grace that is quite uncommon for a race of its size and slammed its full weight into Riksch. The Corporal released the knife and slide down the wall to his hands and knees dazed and winded at the unforeseen counter from the Ork. The creature then kicked its steel-toed boot up into Rikschs mouth lifting him into the air and breaking several teeth. An uppercut to Riksch ribs sent him flying back into the same wall he had been slammed against; as his helmet rebounded off it the Ork caught him with a right hook that sent him flying to the ground.
The two troopers who were fighting the Ork before and finally caught up to the brute and now that their leader was clear they each fired a shot at the back of the creatures’ knees. One of its legs buckled from the attack but it got right back up and charged at them. The first Trooper ducked a neck breaking punch and the second one lashed out with his bayonet just like they had been taught in training. Strike the Ork first or it will wear you down and it will kill you always engage them in teams, isolate then outnumber them whenever possible. A slash opened a great wound in the Orks neck and gave the first trooper enough time to run his bayonet into the Orks eye. The blade wasn’t long enough to pierce the brain cavity and so the man found himself being lifted up by the Ork as it grabbed his gun. He dropped to the ground before it tore the rifle out of the wound throwing it aside. Now half blind and losing blood the creature was overcome by the two men as one stabbed it repeatedly and the other beat its head in with a rock. The Orks fought with all of the rage and strength they could but were beaten by the dogmatic persistence and unthinking sacrifice of the PDF.
When finally the last of the Orks was put down the patrol had only lost a few men. They searched the bodies of their comrades checking for signs of life and stripping precious equipment from those who have gone off to join the Emperor. When they arrived at their Corporal they found him with bruising over his entire face, his helmet broken and his breathing in ragged gulps of air. But he WAS breathing, he was conscious too although none of the Troopers in his squad were happy about that because they felt their own pain and cringed at the thought of what their leader must be feeling. Slowly raising to his feet a few men ran up to help Corporal Riksch. He thought about a real bed, he wanted rest and relaxation but most of all he wanted the pain killers that no one in his squad had. The last thing that Riksch wanted was exactly what he knew he had coming. His orders were clear “If Xenos are found to be in the area of patrol, contact HQ and file a report with all due haste. Establish a temporary Firebase and dig in with whatever provisions are made available. Your report will be reviewed and filed. Orders will be dispatched to you within forty-eight hours”. And that was it, he had been beaten to within an inch of his life, in fact he was probably dying right now, but he had to wait for a few overpaid old men to come into work if they felt like it so that he and his boys could know what to do next. That was life in the PDF.
Ork FTW!! 
"The Emperor protects" 