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The legends tell us that long time ago there was a wasteland of a planet called Somar - 25, but everyone called it the Shithole with the love that someone could feel to a planet wich is too near its sun, barely sustains life, there is always war and almost everything is radiactive or poisoning.

In that arid land there was an ork with a poncho and a hat mounting a pecular creature that could be some kind of four legged squig and bigger than any regular mount. In one of its shaddlebags there was a grettin wearing a top hat and a badge that says "Hi, my name is Pretty Pete" smoking a pipe.

In the distance Pete notice a black cloud of smoke comming from a place not too far from were they were.

-Look at dere Boss!

The ork slightly lift his hat and notice the smoke too.

- We shull chek it.

- I don think iz a good idea Boss... - Pete Shivered. - We don have enouf Dakka.

- Ztop whining, would ya? We have Dakka enouf. - And hitting slightly the squig he yelled- ¡Hya Meatgrinder!

Them the three greenskins rode with hurry.

It was a farm in flames. A group of mutants were raiding the farm as they kept captive the farming family. They were an old man and woman and their child, a young woman on her 20s.

- Where is the gold old man!?- The bigger mutant of the group, who had a tentacle in where he should have an arm.

- We don't have any gold! we are just farmers!

- Don't try to fool us! Nothing could grow in this wasteland. You are just another golddigger like the rest. Now give us the gold or... - Them he looked at the young woman, them he licked his lips.- I will just take something else.

The tentacle of the leader surrounded the young lady.

- Tell me miss, have you did it with a tentacle before?

The girl screamed in horror as the deformed human licked her neck.

- Put yar... thingz out of the lazz.

The mutants turned to the lone ork. His piercing sight made the mutants to shiver slightly. Pete just hided inside Meatgrinder's shaddlebags, praying to Gork and Mork.

- Look what we have here... an ork trying to be a hero.

- Be carefull boss, orks arent normally alone. We could be surrounded.

- Stop bitching! god, you are such a f*%&·$s. He is only one ork, and even if he has a freaking army behind him, they are only orks! - He turned back to the mysterious ork.- So, what is your purpose? want to loot those poor bastards? we are here first green boy.

- Jus grab yer rides, leave dis place and i won't kill ya.

The mutant leader started to laugh followed by his "men".

- You are a tough son of a bitch, aren't you cowboy? Boys! let's give him a lesson.

- Meatgrinder. - the ork slowly whispered.- Dinner is served.

Them the monstruous squig jumped on the mutants and as he opened his wide mouth he took one of them inside, them he literally started to grind him. Blood splashed everywere as the mutants, in panic, turned to shoot the monster, moment that the ork used to take out his two shootas and trow at them a rain of lead. Blood, flesh and mutated organs flyed everywere. The only one standing was the leader, all confused and on panic. He tried to shoot, but nothing came out his gun.

- Ya ran out of bulletz.- Said the ork slowly walking towards him as he has holding his weapons. - Ya ran out of boyz. - He started to unfold his choppa.- Ya juzt ran out of luck. Ya should painted yarself in blue.

- Look pal, we can make a deal. I know important people. gak! i know important daemons! You looks like a smart fellow, i'm sure we could make an agreement.

- Ya should juzt got da fukk out of here. - Them he started to butcher him with his axe.

- Iz everything ok now? - Pete slowly put his head out.

- Yeah. Take hiz clipz. Now we have more Dakka.

After they looted the bodies and Meatgrinder cleaned up the bodies, the ork rides back his mount and Pete lights up his pipe, now more relaxed. The farmers family were afraid and horrified, but the young lass got the enouth bravery to yell at the ork.

- Wait mister! Please, at least tell us your name to know our savior.

- My name is Klint. - He turned his head to the girl.- Klint Izwudd.

Them our heroes rode to the sunset.
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So this is my first fan fic. At least related to warhammer.

So... what do you think?

some grammer mistakes here and there that could use fix up, but i do the same thing in all my writing hahaha so that no big issue. I like your overall story.

I don't think the humans would be so relaxed when seeing orcs. Orcs are very violent, and i could see them pillaging the people they just saved! haha. I would like a bit more description throughout the peace, a picture tells a 1000 words, and you can use words to paint pictures!! so i would try to fit in as much description as you can. There is this old saying (you may have heard it forver in school, i know i have!) "show don't tell", now you have a very interesting story here, but i would rather you showed it to us with more description and visuals rather than tell us through dialogue, make sense?

keep it up though, good start!

nah it was awesome needs more though perhaps a sequal ???

Well, i have a lot of ideas for a sequel, but as you noticed english is not my first language, so is even harder to write it.

Maybe i would try to do a sequel in comic form, even if i'm not really good drawing.

Also, thanks for your opinions, you really made my day happier.

It was a shinny and beautifull morning in the peacefull orkish settlement of Squigfarm. Well, for an human Squigfarm could be as peacefull as Cadia could be a great planet to stay on holidays, but for orks thats another story. It was the most important squig productor of the country, maybe of the planet. They had all kind of squigs: hairsquigs, potatosquigs to fry them, squig vacuum cleaners that are quaranteed to clean your hub of any dirt and food, great when you have a tyranid infestion, almost any kind of squid replacement of internal organs and even the most popular variety that is only produced there and is the sensation arround all the boyz, the groin squig.

Pretty Pete the grettin was smoking his pipe as he was playing orkhest with Meatgrinder, a giant squid variety used as a ride for orks. Orkhest is an ork variety of chest, only that you can only beat your oponent if you trow all the oponent pieces trowing your own. It could sound that only brutal force counts, but in fact you need to have a clever mind and good aim to win. They were sitted in front of a PainBoy Clinic waiting their boss, who was under cirugy.

Near them there was the orkish public forum, were only the orks that shout louder could be listened. One pretty big ork, maybe a noble, was standing in a box, yelling at the rest.

- We ar Orks! We ar made for fithin'!I'm callin' ya to raid doze punny hummies an' loot all dey had!

All the orks yelled a loud WAAAGH! in response. Them another ork started to talk.

- We zhoul' Bucher dem an' eat 'em! feed our Squigz wit' dem to grow dem fatter!

All the orks yelled a loud WAAAGH! in response. Them a tyranid with a cardboar mask with an ork face painted on it started to talk.

- Them we should rape their children and defecate on their throads as we eyaculate on their open wounds!

All the orks looked back at him with an akward looking face. A weak smallboy just started to puke.

After an hour smashing, butchering and feasting on the intruder all the orks went to home. The mod was killed.

- Genezteelerz are uzin' better dizguizez everytime. - Said Pete to the squig before trowing out the last of Meatgrinder's pieces.- Kheckmate!

Meatgrinder just looked at the board and them took all of it on his mouth, chewing it into oblivion.

The clinic door opened and Klint, covering his mouth with a scarf, went out.

- Yar ready boss?

Clint nods.

- Ya know boss... groinsquigz could be populars... but zpendin' all yer teefz in one izn't pretty zmart.

Klint just grunted and smacked Pete's backhead as he rides Meatgrinder. Pete followed him sitting on the shaddlebag of the squig.

It was just another regular orkish day on Squigfarm, the most peacefull orkish comunity on the planet.

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There is some kind of second part, but more descriving the day to day ork's life.

Comments are welcome.

edit:
Seriously, they are very welcome.

Feel free to comment, i won't force you or something... *slowly pointing you with a gun*

I think if you get your tenses right it'll be pretty damn good. As it is... I dunno, I'm a bit of a grammar Nazi, so this kind of bugs me more than most.

Pretty good story though, very original.

this is awesome keep going !!

Well, its definitely not cannon but I dont suppose thats what you were goin for was it?

- My name is Klint. - He turned his head to the girl.- Klint Izwudd.

That part made me laugh so darn hard, I can just imagine an orky version of Eastwood tryin to act all tough and cowboyish

great idea, but again need more description.

for example: "After an hour smashing, butchering and feasting on the intruder all the orks went to home. The mod was killed."

this could be a whole page or two which would really flush out the characters and the scene.
you did mention english isn't your native language so idk how easy it would be for you to go into lengthy descriptions (no insult meant) but even simplistic descriptions which expanded on the characters and the scene would bring more color into the story. You got a great concept, but we need to see it grow rather than be given the story in a bare, this is what happens, form.

The sun started to rise, lighting the toxic waste of a planet that everyone love and hate.

The dry land extended as far as the eye could see. In the middle of that desert an ork with a poncho and a hat was riding a really big squig as a grot with a top hat was covering himself for the sun with a parasol laying in one sadlepack.

The ride was quiet as they just kept to go foward, trying to find any good place to stay until the sun goes down, but as they were going further, they started to find pieces of scrapt of unidentified vehicles, them after going a little further, they saw the bodies.

Humans and mutants were dead all arround. Only the crowsquigs were the only things alive, feasting on the rotten meat of the dead.

Tanks and vehicles of any kind were left to savage at pleasure, as a great variety of human weapons. Pepe's eyes just were openwide as he saw the treasure.

The grot jumped down and started to pick anything he could get. Klint also jumped down, looking all places, looking for any sign of danger. All the scrapt and broken trash was blocking his vission, leaving him unable to see anything. Meatgrinder could warn them of any danger with the sixt sense all animals have, detecting anything hidden, but them he realized it is just a Squig, so it started to feast on the dead too.

Them, an old Killah Kan jumped out a pile of trash, pointing at the three fungi based life beings with all the weapons it has, and those were many.

- Hanz on air or i'll give ya zome loot... direct to yar head! - The furious voice of a grettin came from the loudspeakers of the kan.

<Work in progress>

cool although not good to leave it on a kliff hanga

<Continuation. Sorry, i have been REALLY busy>

When the seconds became minutes and the minutes became hours everyone was still, watching for an oportunity.

Klint's hand was pretty low, almost reaching his holdster, but the Kan's pillot could see it and gave a warning shot just at his feets:

- Nuh uh uh! Don try anyzin zmart!

Klint put his hand away inmidiently as he tried to look for a solution.

Pete was shaking desperate as the fear prevented him to stand still, them he noticed something in the top of the kan. It was a camera, and probably the only thing that allow him to see them.

Slowly the grot sliced his hand on his poket and took out a piece of a crystal mirror. Quietly he tried to call the attention of his boss.

Klint turned his head slightly to him and saw how was he pointing the mirror and them the camera on the top. Klint slowly nodded, knowing what he is going to do. Greenskins could be stupid, but at least when a bound is made, they know exactly what the other is thinking.

Slowly the sun rises, warming the place with his unmerciful light, and it was the moment when Pete used the mirror to blind the camera with the light reflection. The Killah Kan was surprised and started to shoot blindly, and thankfully none of our heroes were hit. The ork could use it as an advantage and shoot down the camera, completelly blinding it.

- AHG! Zog diz! i'll take kare of yah mahself!

The kan opens up as something greens gets out of it. It was moving in an incledible speed. Klint was trying to shoot it down, but he couldn't even manage to aim at it. Them, the agresive grettin punched him right in the jaw, knocking him down.

Klint rubbed his sored jab and managed to look at his oponent. He as a grettin with a sleeveless leather jacked with a shoulder pad and a knee pad. It could be just a regular grot if it wasnt for his face. In that green face wasnt any fear or cowarcy. Only anger and tireness. The face of someone who saw too much.

Klint's pride was hurted and it angered him, throwing his choppa and hat at the ground, revealing his pretty long black hair, something another ork couldnt have. He lift his fists and was ready to fight that grettin.

Every punch he gave, every grapple he tried, all of them were unsuccessfull as the grot only evade them, but sadly, the grot didnt miss any hit. The strange thing, the only thing that cling couldnt understand is that all the punches that the grot gave to him were even STRONGER and most of the orks he sparred with.

After a long fight and with Klint in the ground with his face filled with purple and black on his green face.

Meatgrinder, after eating one or two bodies, noticed that its master has been harmed, so after growling it charged, but when the grot glanced at the squig. His eyes were filled with rage, anger, hate, madness and who knows. It made the squig stop, and almost pee himself.

The misterious grettin splitted to the floor and them he cracked his neck as he was streching. Pete was just paralized by fear and and unbelief.

- But... but... but... WHO THE HELL ARE YAH!?

- Uh? Boyz kall me Krazyazz Derek, an' all diz zhit iz mine.

<Pause for tireness. It would continue>

<Lets continue. Wow, this one is getting long. I didn't expected that.>

A few hours later everyone was calmed. A little campfire was in the middle of the greenskins as they were roosting some squigcrows.

- Zo... - Started Klint, now with an inflamed jaw and his pride deadly wounded.- Ho did yah... yah know... get dat ztrong?

- Zorry for da jaw boy, but i've zeen a lot of zhit before you popped out da ground. You zee... i waz a big mek azziztant... alzo hiz favourite "Bullet" ya know? I zurvive 25 zhokk attak gun zhotz and i've zeen thingz dat woul' turn da mozt tough boss into a krying zquig. One time i had been zhot inzide a demon'z tummy. I had to open ma' way wiz nailz and teefz until i finally got out hiz ztomach. I think i killed it. Zo... one day i waz tired of all dat and ztabbed ma' bozz in hiz eyez when he waz sleepin'. Them i ztole a Killah Kan and here i am.

Both Klint and Pete nodded. They heared the horrific stories of crazy Big Mekks who were accidentaly fired over a shokk attack gun and were teleported to the warp. That place changes you a lot.

- Well, now other boyz think dat i'm krazzy, zo they kall me Krazzyazz Derek. - He pauses.- And whatz yar ztory?

- Oh. We juzt are wandering without a plaze to go.

Klint suddenly hears a quiet groan under a pile of bodies.

- Wat'z dat?

- Oh, probably an hummie dyin'. Juz leave it.

Klint standed and walked to the origin of the sound. Yes, it was a human barely alive, but with half of his body ripped off. He was wearing some Imperial clothes, just another soldier on the never ending war.

- Tra... traveler... please... come closer.- His blind eyes looking at nowhere, he asked the xenos thinking he is anyone else. - Listen... i'm... dying. I'm... out of my limit... Please... - Coughs.- I... i have a wife and... and a daughter in Penitence... is... is two days of travel to the east... Please. - His hand was holding a necktale as he was lifting it. - Take... take this and give it to them. Please traveler. - Tears started to flow from his eyes.- Tell them i love them... please... plea... - The human last breath was expired as his hand falls lifeless.

Klint slowly hold his lifeless hand and took the pendant, holding it on his pocket as he standed up.

- Pete, get yar' thingz, we're leaving now.

- Leave? - The grot looked at him surprised- Leave were?

- To Penitence.- Klint said as determination was showing on his ork face.

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And thats all for now ladies and gentlemen. It was longer than expected but i finally finished it.

If you like it or hate it, please, just comment.

Seriously, comment. That makes me happy.

MOOOOOOAAAAR

Penitence. Less than a city, more than a fortress.

The inmense mass of stone and steel rises on the horizont, treathening to pierce the sky.

Klint, Pete and meatgrinder were camping a few miles away, looking at the inmense titan.

- Zo boss.. how we'll get in da city? - Pete asked.

Klint was just watching the fortress. Maybe he didnt noticed, but Pete could see how big he grew. Every battle he fought made him bigger, making his clothes barely cover his flesh.

He has two times the size of a regular boy and almost as big as one big boss, he just laked of any cybernetic modification. His hat was near to broke up now that his head can't barely fit in.

The massive ork rubbed his chin, trying to think in a plan that doesnt imply blowing everything up.

Them loud sounds came from their backs. Pete took his binoculars and dropt to the ground. He could see lots and lots of human vehicles. Trucks, tanks, rhinos... all of them carrying humans with their helmets and funny hats, some armored humans the size of an ork and, weirdly, humans with female shaped armors with scrolls and weird things like that.

The three greenskins hided behind the rocks as the humans past by without noticing them. Pete looked at the size of some of their armors and them looked back at his boss, slowly starting to think in a plan.

<To be continue>
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And here i am, starting another story again. It took me long, but now i have more freetime.

Well, I hope you like this and as you know, any comment is welcome.

arrr i neeed moooooaaaaar seriously it's good

ah smurf, what would i do without you?

<We are back in the show>

- What do you mean that we lost a terminator armor!?

Two low rank marines were discussing. The big gates that block the entrace to Penitence were open as the troops got inside the fortress.

- Just what i said! I was checking them and where it should be an armor there was plain air!

- Don't mess with me. Do you know how much one of those armors cost?

- For the emperor, of course i know! Do you think i checked two times? i told you, someone stole it!

The first human in blue armor took a deep breath.

- Ok, lets try to relax now... Are we sure that we brought that armor with us?

- Look at the check list! it was before we fled!

A blue big terminator marine just passed by and both soldiers saluted him.

- Sir!

- Gruh! - The terminator replied.

As the gigant blue armor passed away, both marines started to discuss again.

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The blue armored gigant passed the gates. His armor was barely together and if someone noticed they could see some green spots inside.

- We ar in boss...

- Dis zing iz freakin' tigh...

- Zorry boss. Even if i took all da armor fill out it wazn't made for an ork. Don' mention if it haz a grot in alzo.

Klint, canned in the armor and walking with dificulty could see now how was the interior of the fortress. And it was a nightmare.

Beggars, mutants, dead bodies, armored humans beating other more inofensive humans. It wasnt a city, it was a prison.

- Ey you! - a female voice yelled at their back as the disguised ork slowly turned back. The voice came from another armor, this time gray with some red mantles and scrolls and with a female shape. The woman was completely covered in her armor, hemlet included. - In the name of the inquisition i demand your name and rank, soldier.

Klint wasnt prepared for that. He couldn't even talk because she would discover he is an orc disguide as a human. The woman took her weapon out, preparing to shoot.

-I said name and rank, soldier.

Klint just reacted like any ork could do at that kind of situation. He buttheaded her, throwing her to the ground, and runned to a dark alley, dissapearing.

The woman was going to chase him when another voice came from her back.

- Clara! where do you think you are goin?

The woman turned back, There was an old human with long grey hair and a fine beard in a power armor full of decorations. The woman instantly kneeled.

- I'm sorry father, but i think that some heretics are among us. I was going to chase one of them.

- An heretic? here? he should be really stupid if he wanted to infiltrate in. Now dont worry my child, we'll find him later. He can't escape now.

The old man hold his pupil hand as he helped her to stand. The lady just bowed her head as the inquisitor just cared her helmed head.

- Yes father.

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The last piece or armor was falling on the floor. Klint and Pete where streching their muscles now sored by the confinement. Klint took off the pendant from his pocket and looked to the picture inside. It was the dead soldier and his family, all smiling looking at Klint. The ork kept it inside his pocket again, trying to think in his next move.

Arround them, on the floor of the alley, was only the shells of human beings. People trying to forget the reality as they inject or smoke things that are barely recognizables.

Klint and Pete started their searching on the only way an ork and a grot could, walking arround the alleys, breaking doors, looking inside and, in general, causing panic in the innocent population.

<To be continue>

<So lets continue>

Riots and panic were spreading all arround the city as every citizen and mutant thinks that the orks are invading the city, just in the worst moment as a sandstorm started to raise.

On the gates of the biggest building, the inquisitor and the sororitas were waiting until the gates started to open as one man smiling come from the inside.

- Oh Fabio, my friend. i didn't see you in 4 years. We have so many stories to tell, so much wine to share. - The man hugged the inquisitor, barely surrounding him for his size and armor.

- Petrov, my old friend. - The inquisitor slowly broke the hug as he pushed the sororitas softly foward. - Do you remember my pupile?

- Oh! is that the little Elena? oh my! you are now a grown woman! Take off your helmet and let me see your beautifull face

The sororitas, looking at her side shyly and rubbing her arm was trying to hide behind her master.

- No, please my lord...

A soldier broke the conversation as he was running toward them with hurry.

- Forgive me governor, but the city is on panic! Greenskins snuck inside and now are assalting random houses!

- What!? orks inside!? If we didnt had enouth with the damn heretics and the mutants. - Thr governor put a hand on his forehead as his head aches. - alright, send the guards after the riots and the assassins after the orks. I want this to be dealt with extreme disscretion, you hear me?

- Yes sir! - The soldier replied standing in formation.

- If you allow me my friend - The inquisitor interrupted. - my dear pupile could deal with the ork problem. You think you are ready my child?

- Yes father. - The woman replied.

- Oh good idea. Lets see what have you learned from your training. - The governor smiled to her gently.

- As you wish sir. Those xeno traitors had no chance. - As she finished her sentence, she follows the soldier, dissapearing both in the cloud of sand.

The governor twisted his affable face into disgust and despite.

- For the emperor Fabio, why the hell did you brought the tainted here?

- Oh shut up, she is a good soldier. Besides, his father was a friend of mine.

- Yeah, yeah... but she is corrupted to the bone. You should have purged her in the right moment you captured her.

- She is trying to redeem from her sins. Why can't you say something more nicer about her?

- Redeem? Ha! i saw paragons of purity executed for much less! but nooooo... you had to bring a freaking cultist into the sisters of battle!

- Look, is the only way i could have her under control. Besides, you know she knows where is THAT place.

- Yes, yes... i know it...

- We have the highest ranks' aproval, so stop complaining about it.

Both of them slowly relaxed, Them the inquisitor smiled.

- So.. you told me something about wine?

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Klint and Pete Kept wandering as the sand, the wind and the scared civilians started to annoy the ork.

He grabbed one random civilian and put the pendant's picture on his face.

- Where'z dey?

- I.. I don't know! please, don't kill me! Naaaah! - He started to cry and whimp. Kling just rolled his eyes and throw him away as he grabs someone else with the same result. He tried twenty times and he was pissed.

- WHEREDAHEL'ARDEY!

- Uh.. what? - the human was confused.

- WHANT TA PIZZ ME OFF!? WHERE-DA-HEL'-ARE-DEY!

- They... they live two streets away, just keep going straigh. Come on, please, don't kill me... - Klint throw him before he start to whine.

Them both greenskin kept walking until they reached the right door.

- Ar ya zure ya want to kontinue boss? - Pete asked.

- Lez do diz. - Them the ork slowly openned the door.

In the interior there was only a woman, and she was pointing at him with an old rushed pistol. An small fragile woman facing a green titan 3 times her size.

- I'm not afraid of you monster. You want to take my life? It would cost you a high price. - Them the woman started to shoot at him, emptying at him all the clip, hitting him with a few bullets and missing with the rest, but its power isnt enouth to harm him seriously. She throw at him the unloaded gun and halls on her kneels weeping.

- Go ahead! kill me! Make it stop!. - Crying loudly as her tears covered her face. - Please! Kill me!

The ork grabs her hand, and after taking something from his pocket, he puts it on her open hand. The woman looked at it surprised.

- How do you...?

- He tol' me to give dis to ya.

The ork left free her hand and them he turned back. Pete tooks off his top hat and scratches his head, not really knowing what should he do, them he followed his boss.

- Wait! - the woman said.- Uh... would you like a coffee?

<To be continue>

Well, this story is going to be long. I hope you are liking it so far.

The ork, the grot and the woman were in the kitchen table. Klint had problems to fit in, and Pete to reach the table. There was a cup of coffee for each.

The woman took a sip before breaking the silence.

- So tell me ork... where do you come from?

Klint was unconfortable. His own nature was against any kind of conversation that isnt implies fights and blood.

- Im... frem nowere.

- No familly? not a wife?

The ork was trying to figure out what where those terms as they have no equivalent in the ork culture.

- Eh... No warband, no.

- Oh... what a pitty. I see you are a nice man... er... ork. You could be one good husband.

Pete notices something as the woman is confusing the ork. It wasnt a noise, but the lack of it.

- Wherez da hummie squig?

The woman turn her head to the grot confused.

- Ya know, da zmall one...

- Oh... Melissa. Her soul is with the emperor now. - Her voice carrying all the weigh of sadness.- She died of radiation poison. My husband joined the guard when she started to feel sick. Not many children survive here.

- Oh... im zorry... - Pete didnt know how to react. Orks and Grettins didnt bother with dead, and looking at the humans on the battlefield he though that they didn't too.

- Thank you, but thats the fate for everyone of us. You see, this city was build a millenium ago to imprison heretics and their families. Most of us are their direct offspring. It was the only way to ensure the colonization of this planet, and also the only way to redeem for our sins. But every generation is getting weaker and esterile. Mutations of chaos corruption and radiation are infecting most of the newborn babies, most of them dying at birth. Our little Melissa was a miracle... a blessing...- The woman's eyes slowly got wet before her tears start to run on her cheeks.

The silence filled the room as Klint and Pete felt unconfortable, drinking their coffee. Them the ork standed up.

- We zhoul' get goin'.

- Wait. Before you go, please, tell me, why did you came to bring me my husband's pendant?

- Iz honor amoun' warriorz.- Klint said before turning back and slowly leaving the house.

The lady slowly smiled.

- Yes, my husband always told me that.

Pete jumped from his sit to the ground.

- Eh.. Zankz fer everyzin' - The grot said before following his boss.

The woman took the gun she used from the ground, she tooks out a bulled from her pocket and load the weapon with it. Her eyes pointed the pendant's picture as a sad smiles draw on her lips, them she put the gun on her mouth.

Behind the orks back the loud sound of a shot rises. He stops for a second, not turning back. When the grettin tried to look back, Klint stopped him with his huge hand.

- Letz go Pete.

The grot, confused at first, just follows his boss.

The sight of a bullseye observed them leave the building. In the top tower of the district there was a human with an sniper rifle, looking at the ork under his cloak.

- Target in sight, asking permission to shoot.

<End of chapter 4>

So here is. Please, leave any comment if you enjoyed.

<So we are starting a new chapter.>

The scope of the Vindicare was directly pointing the ork's head, his breath was calmed and his pulse was straight. Only one order and he would end the greenskin's life.

- Permission granted. Proceed.- His intercomunicator buzzed as one unnidentificable male voice speak from it.

The assassin slowly pulled the trigger as the bullet flies directly to his head, throwing him on the ground as the bullet perforated his hat.

The vindicare put his eye out the scope, satisfied by his shot and near to announce his success in the intercomunicator when suddenly he noticed something that bothers him. He looked again using the scope and could see the ork moving. The damn monster was still alive.

The assassin didn't lost time and shot again, but the greensking was already warned, so he throwed a garbage can between him and the bullet before he could turn on his back and moved over. The bullet went through the can and slammed on the ground. The ork put a hand on his wounded head and started to run before hiding from his sight.

- The target escaped. I need back-up, i repeat, i need back-up.- The sniper informed to his intercom as he was now looking to the scene. He could see that his hat had metal plates on it inside.

Looked like nobody noticed that Pete dissapeared, but that's what happens with greetins, nobody notice them until is too late.

<To be continue>

So i keep doing this. Let's see how will it go now.

Also, like it or not, you can comment to give your oppinion or criticism.

<pause for storytelling.>

You know, i'm reading what i have written until now and i'm not really liking it, becoming something diferent of what i had in mind at first. I wanted to make an ork western, and now... it looks kinda crazy.

So i'm thinking to restart after the two chapters and make it more western-like.

So to the people who reads this agree? (implying someone read this.)

It could use a return to a more 'Western' touch. What you could do is have him be leaving, and than that Sororitas fighter faces him and they have a shoot out in the street. Then he leaves, and then the Inquisitor can chase him around the desert, and you can get back to the westernyness.

Even so, i like the story so far. It's nice and orky. I particularly liked the great varieties of squigs, especially the crow and groin squigs! Keep up the good work, you've done well going so far with this, as a lot of people dont go much farther than the first post

<Lets continue>

As the alleys offer Klint some cover he kept running.

Screams, steps and yelled orders are heard everywere. Them finally in one of the alleys he could find some rest. He examined his head wound. It wasn't deep thanks to the reinforcement on his hat. Now without it anyone could apreciate that Klint, unlike the other orks, had natural hair, like the hairsquigs do. It was pretty long and was tied in a tail.

Now more calmed, the ork looked arround. Where is Pete? it wasn't the time to wander arround. They had to leave the city inmediately.

The sound of a stone rolling alerted Klint, who turned with his gun loaded and ready to shoot, but there was only another poor woman, crawling to a corner begging for his life. Klint relaxed a bit and hold his weapon, he turned back and walked slowly. The shiny blade of a C'tan Phase Sword busted out of his chest. In painfull groans Klint could turn his head enouth to see how the helpless woman startet to change into a weird woman in a leather jumpsuit.

- Oh, you surprised me ork, i've never though orks could be gentlemen. - The Callidus Assassin laughs as some weird black sustance covered her face, forming a helmet.- I expected you to come and try to attack me. You know, as a bait. But this makes everything easier. - Klint could feel how the blade moved slowly upwards, tearing more of his flesh.- Is nothing personal.

Klint, stimulated by anger and pain, grabbed the sword's blade and pulled it, pierching his chest with her whole arm. All the fingers of that hand felt, but grabs her wrist with his other hand, preventing her to cut him, and and with his ork anger and might he started to broke all the bones of her arm just using that hand. The assassin screamed in panic and pain as her arm was slowly being teared apart by the ork.

Finally her reclaimed the assassin's whole arm as the sword felt from her dead hand. The woman twisted in pain holding her stump. The greenskin faced her as he lifted one of his gigant feet.

- No! NO! - Ignoring her beggins, the ork started to stomp her head until he left only the floor painted in red and pink.

Severy wounded and bleeding he didn't notice that an Eversor assassin was facing him, breathing deeply as his skull stared at him. The monstruous human growled before he started running toward the ork, them the claxon of a truck emerged somewere, and as both fighters turned his head to the direction where the sound came, a large vehicle rammed the assassin and stamped it to the wall.

Pete slowly got out of the vehicle a bit stunned.

- Oi boss.. I did wel'?

The ork slowly smilled at him.

- Ya git, ya kame jus' in time.

Them the two greenskins started to run.

On the distance, the Vindicare assassin got them on sight again. His finger pulled the trigger slowly, but before he could shoot, he is pushed, falling from the building screaming.

The autor of the push was a man covered completely with a blue coat, hat, gloves and bandada. Only two bright blue lights came from where his eyes should be. He was thin, tall and his clothes moved like they were alive.

Behind him there was three other coated men with the same rider clothes, but all of them with diferent symbols and colors.

One was green, with tears and holes on his clothes. A crown was on his shoulder, eating an eye.

The biggest of them was red, muscular and spikes and metal plates were piercing his coat.

The smallest of them had a fragile figure, almost feminine. His clothes were from pink to purple and were tigh, marking his (or her) figure.

- This was not as planned.- Talked the blue rider.

- The lords won't be pleased.- Said the purple rider.

- We should have erased the place.- The red rider spoke.

- Their awareness is too high. We must evacuate.- The green rider shared his thoughs.

- Wait - The blue rider lifted his hand. - We are still in time to get the woman. We could use this confussion to grab her.

- We must be fast them. - The green rider talked again.

And they gave their backs to the sun as they went to the exit.

<TO BE CONTINUE>

Ok, only one more and i'll start a new chapter.

I hope you enjoyed this one. I would really love some comments about this one.

<Lets try to finish this.>

Meatgrinder, the riding squig, was waiting in the camp, a few miles away from the city. It was just minding its bussiness and trying to deal with its deep problems, like where should it gak, where should it piss and what should it eat.

Suddenly, it noticed the smoke comming from the city, even hear the sound of shots and alarms.

The squig knew something went wrong, so he didn't lost any time and started to run toward Penitence.

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Klint was seriously wounded, spreading his green blood everywere. A normal human, even a normal ork, would just died for the severity of the wounds.

Pete was following him, wondering when his boss would be unnable to protect them both.

They were getting closer to the main open gate. Leaving the alleys they risked to just run towards and leave the place when they could. Them, the armored helmed armoured woman, the one Klint met at first, got between them and their freedom. Other space marines surrounded them, pointing at the two greenskins with their guns.

- Stand back! - Yelled the sororitas as she lifted her hand. - The alien is mine! - Them slowly she unfolded her weapon, an sword covered in runes and scriptures with the sign of the imperium on the handle.- What is your name ork?

-... Klint, Klint Izzwud.- Said the ork not too sure

- My name is Elena Comrad.- Introduced the sister.- Draw your weapon, Klint. I challenge you to a duel. I give you the oportunity to die with honor.

The ork growled at her as he slowly took his sawchained axe. Both contenders stared at their eyes, watching any detail, planning their combat proceture. Them, they charged.

The weapons clashed as their edges danced on the air. Every attack crashed like meteors, trying to forcer their way throud the metal of the oponent. The sister of battle was dexterous and resistent, the ork brutal and strong.

Klint, still weaken for the wounds he had, flipped and made himself exposed for any attack, chance that the sororitas didn't missed. As the edge of the sword was falling, The only thing Klinr could do was using his already wounded arm to block the attack. It prevented the sword to cut his head, but the price was loosing his arm, which felt on the ground as green blood spreaded everywere.

The ork was too weak to move, facing the edge of the sword pointing to his throad.

- You dissapointed me ork. I though you were a bigger challenge.- The woman sighed as she lifted her sword, preparing it for the final strike.- Your time in this world has ended, alien. For the sacred figure of the emperor, your tainted presence would be purged and your soul sent to judgement. May the emperor have mercy of you in death.

The sword felt as it was ready to finish the greenskin's life, but Klint was far for done, who used his felt arm as a weapon, impacting the woman's head with it, stunning her. He didnt stopped there, starting to hit her with his punch left, taking her down with every strike.

With a final kick to her head, sister Elena felt to the ground as her helmet felt. Revealing her long red hair, her bright... red... skin? and her horns!? Klint saw enouth humans to know that it wasn't normal.

- Sister Elena is down! Shoot the ork!

When the marines were ready to shoot, something opened a way bitting. Meatgrinder, attacking the soldiers from behind, caused enouth confusion to give Klint the chance to grab the woman and run, tackling the humans who were blocking his way. Pete was following him, trying to cover himself using his hat.

With a rain of lead behind them, Klint managed to climb meatgrinder, leaving the red horned woman on his back. Pete didn't lost time to get on the shaddle of the squig.

Thanks to the chaos they created, the humans couldn't use the vehicles to follow them, just trying to shoot down the squigrider as he dissapeared on the horizont.

A few blocks away, the four riders saw the scene.

- Not good.- Said blue.- Not good at all.

<End of chapter 5>

Well, i finished this one and i hope now i can do the story more western-like.

Now i will take a rest.

You know i always say the same everytime i finish, but i would really appreciate any comment.

O.o red skin?

<Forgot a little epilogue, necesary to not create confusion>

Inquisitor Fabio and Governor Petrov were enjoying a glass of wine in the governor's office, laughting and talking.

- Back to the girl's subject...- Started Petrov.- I have the equipment necesary to take the info from her.- He took another sip from his glass.- We bring her here, do what is necesary and BLAM! we killed an heretic assassin disguissed as a Sister of battle. Everyone wins.

- Yes. It would be a pitty killing her after so many years taking care of her... but for the emperor, what a relief! No more hidding a chaos mutant, no more acting like a father, no more Thrones spent on a parasite, no more troubles!

- Yes my friend. Cheers!

- Cheers!

Both humans drunk from their glasses smiling, but a guard had to interupt.

-Sir!

- What the hell!? i gave the order to not be interrupted!- The governor was outrageous, maybe in part for the wine consumed.

- I beg you pardon sir, but we have real troubles! The ork escaped and kidnapped sister Elena!

Both humans now gave all their attention to the guard.

- W...what did you just said?

- The ork. He beated her and them took her before escaping the city.

- AND WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU CHASING HIM ALREADY!?

- S-sorry sir, but the riots arround the town made the intercomunication chaotic and confusing. The fast troops are ready to go in advantage, they are waiting your order.

-Alright! I'll be down in ten minutes! send some exploring squads, try to track them.

- Yes sir! - The guard was going to abandon the room, them he dared to talk.- Also... when sister Elena felt, her helmet went off... and she... she had horns sir. - Both human commanders looked at eachother, pale, and standed slowly.

- You told anyone son?

- No sir.

- Good... good... -The governor was more calmed now.- And what is your name?

- Recruit Jonas Thrum, regiment 101 wolverines!

- Alright son... you did a great job. You know? i think you deserve a promotion.

- Really?- The guard was excited, but it won't last long as the inquisitor hand closed arround his head and twisted it using his inhuman strenght.

- Damn everything! nothing goes well when orks are involved.

- What are we going to do now? I won't took so many risks for nothing.

- Well, isn't that clear?- The governor took a bolter from his desk.- We are going to hunt.