The Orkalorian by VonLeporace

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https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/the-orkalorian.1075890/

(Have you ever been in a bad situation? Yes? Well, that sure doesn't compare to the situation I'm in! Trapped in an ork body, without a warband to be a part of, I must survive in the galaxy while taking care of a baby Eldar. Get ready galaxy, because the story of ork snipers is about to become real.)

Chapter 1 – The Fall of Kirian-Niekt

Read the note at the end of the chapter.

Good reading!

Chapter 1 – The Fall of Kirian-Niekt​

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My breathing is quickening, my heart is beating rapidly. What is happening?

"BY KIRIAN-NIEKT!" A serious but harmonious voice called out.

BOOM!

Was that an explosion? Is my city under attack?

"Stop runn'n an fight me yer git!" A guttural voice called out.

But what the hell was that? That voice was not human.

"Wot are yer do'n on da floor? Get up or i will tear off yer arms an legs an use yer as a shield!" The guttural voice screamed.

"OUCH!" I screamed when I felt myself being kicked.

"What the hell was that…" I yelled as I stood up, but my voice trailed off at the sight of the thing in front of me.

It was a large and green creature, with huge and irregular teeth, the creature wore armor made of scrap iron, in its right hand was a large metallic claw and in its right hand an extremely modified weapon, on the back of the armor was a pole with a flag of war, a yellow moon surrounded by black flames.

The symbol of the Bad Moons. If that's the symbol of an ork clan, then that means the thing in front of me is an ork, by the size of it must be a veteran warboss.

"Are yer gunna stand 'der an' watch me or are yer gunna grab yer shoota an' start shooting?!" The Warboss demanded.

I got up quickly and grabbed the gun that was at my feet.

"Hm! Apparently ya're not deaf. So wot are ya do'n stand'n 'der?! We've got a lot uv pointy ears ta squash! WWWAAARRRGGG!" The warboss screamed as he shoots his weapon in the air.

His scream was followed by a chorus of similar screams.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!"

I heard footsteps and the ground shook, looking back I saw a horde of orks coming after me and firing their weapons.

"AAAAHHHH!" I screamed as I ran away from the horde.

"HAHAHA! I like yer spirit, but ya need ta practice yer scream! it's not 'AAAHHH!' but 'WWWAAARRRGGG! '" The Warboss yelled as he fired his weapon and ran past me, disappearing around a corner further on.

The horde was still behind me, countless orks armed with junkyard suits and carrying improvised weapons, I ran through the streets, but the horde was still following me, I reached a particularly small street, made a sharp right and entered an alley, I went to the end of the alley and leaned against the wall in the shadows.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!" The horde passed through the alley entrance only to be killed, circular projectiles came down the street and sliced the orks.

"Come on Farseer Avandra is calling all troops!" A person wearing armor shouted, that person passed in front of the alley, accompanied by other people in armor.

One of them stopped in front of the alley and stared inside, I shrank even deeper into the shadows. The armored person took a step inside.

"What are you doing? Farseer Avandra needs reinforcements!" One of the armored people screamed.

The armored person in front of the alley ran towards the voice, a few seconds passed and the palaces disappeared.

What the hell was that? Those were Guardian Eldars! How is this possible? I left the alley and looking around I didn't see anyone, looking down I saw the dead orks on the street. With shurikens stuck in their bodies, in disgust I tried to walk past the dead orks without steping on their bodies, but as I did, something caught my eye.

In a building beside me I saw something moving, in a material similar to glass there was the reflection of someone, but it wasn't my reflection, it was the reflection of an ork. No! No! No! This cannot be happening! But the reflection mimicked my movements, I was an ork.

I wore metal shoulder pads, a metal and leather breastplate, goggles on my forehead, wore a yellow shirt, fingerless gloves, brown pants and gray boots with metal plates, in my hands I carried a Big Shoota and in a holster on my waist was a Slugga.

Do not panic! Do not panic! Try to orient yourself! I walked down the street and as I walked, I heard screams and explosions, at the end of the street I had a high view of where I was, my heart almost stopped with what I saw.

I was in a Craftworld, Warithbone streets and buildings were all over the place, looking up I saw space, and several Ork and Eldar ships fighting. I'm in one of the worst possible places to be. What should I do now?

BOOM!

I saw an explosion happening in the distance, looking at the streets below, I saw a sea of green rushing towards the biggest building in the center of Craftworld, this place won't last long; I need to get out of here.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!"

But I didn't have that chance, as another horde of orks came towards me and forced me to run so as not to be trampled.

" Let's go! 'Da boss iz kall'n us!"

"End 'da point ears!"

The orks screamed, we ran until something forced us to stop, three rows of Dire Avengers with their weapons pointed at us, one row lying down, one kneeling and the last one standing.

I looked around in search of something that would get me out of this situation, looking to the side I saw what appeared to be a house.

"FIRE!" The leader of the Dire Avengers screamed.

I immediately ran towards the house and threw myself against the door, my body ripped the door out of place, I could hear the screams of fight outside, but I also heard another scream from the inside.

"AAAHHH!" Looking to where the scream came from, I saw a family of Eldars hiding under a table.

"Get out of here, you savage!" The male Eldar screamed as he tried to hit me with a knife.

With the scare and having my life threatened my survival instinct ended up awakening, I used my weapon as a bat and hit the Eldar in front of me, the blow was strong enough to make him fly unconscious towards the wall.

"Saimesh!" The female Eldar screamed as she watched her husband get thrown.

"I'm very sorry!" I said to the Eldar as I approached trying to calm her down, but that only served to make Eldar use her body to protect her son.

I had to leave right away, as the Dire Avengers entered the house.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed one last time as I ran deeper into the house, past a kitchen and hurled myself against a sliding door, the material shattering on impact.

I ran across the backyard with the Dire Avengers gunfire passing inches from me, jumped over the backyard fence, but my eyes widened when I saw a hill below.

"AAAHHH!" I screamed as I rolled down the hill.

My fall was interrupted when I hit something, when I opened my eyes I was facing the helmet of a Dire Avenger.

"Get off me, disgusting creature!" The Dire Avenger screamed as it drew a combat knife-like weapon.

I got up quickly, moving away from the Eldar, I was horrified when the Eldar was covered in flames.

"AAAHHH!" The Eldar screamed as it was burned alive.

"HAHAHA! Ya like 'dat, pointy ear?!" An ork holding a Burna and smoking a cigar shouted.

Looking around I saw that I had collided with a group of Dire Avengers, my fall must have broken their formation.

"Gud job ya git! Dose knife ears were giv'n us trouble!" The ork with the burna said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

With their formation broken, the Dire Avengers were being killed by the orks.

"Let's go now! We kan't let 'da boss have all 'da fun!" The ork screamed as he pushed me, once again I was forced to run away from a horde of orks to avoid being trampled.

As we ran I noticed we were getting closer to the big building in the center of Craftworld. On the way the ground shook, I felt the ork with the burna grabbing my shoulder.

"Kareful not ta be krushed!" The ork yelled as he pointed at the thing that passed in the street in front of us.

It was a Gorkanaut and a Morkanaut, the two were approaching the large building, the Eldars were firing their heavy weapons, and their Cobra and Falcon tanks were firing their weapons, but the armored bellies of the Gorkanaut and Morkanaut were protecting them.

Eventually Gorkanaut was destroyed, but Morkanaut continued to advance.

As it approached the defenses, the belly of the ork machine opened, releasing a horde of orks onto the defenses.

With the distraction caused by the orks, Morkanaut fired his Mega-Kannon, tearing apart a Cobra and using his claw, grabbed a Falcon and threw it towards the large building in front of us.

An Eldar managed to kill the ork that attacked him and took control of a Bright Lance, the Eldar fired the cannon towards the Morkanaut, and the ray of light pierced the head of the war machine, exploding it.

For a moment it looked like the Eldars had won, but the street shook again, a Mega Dread came running towards the Eldar defenses, the mighty war machine fired its cannon as it ran.

From behind the large building came a Wraithlord, the two machines met, exchanging blows in the middle of the courtyard in front of the large building.

"Now!" The ork with the burna screamed as he pushed me.

We crossed the courtyard, the orks shooting everyone in sight, the orks further back fired rockets upwards, the rockets hit what was left of the Eldar defenses.

We passed under the legs of the war machines, every inch of these things creating a small earthquake and creating a rumbling noise.

Looking up I saw the Mega Dread slashing the Wraithlord with its saw, only for the Wraithlord to slash its sword through the joint of the Mega Dread's arm, yanking it off, the saw falling right behind us.

Then the Wraithlord finished off the Mega Dread with his sword and started to turn towards us. The Wraithlord was going to fire its weapon, but was knocked back by the firing of an approaching Kill Busta.

"Let's go!" The ork with the burna screamed as he pulled me into the building.

"Hang on!" I screamed.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!" The ork screamed as it broke down the door, and what I saw was complete chaos.

Dire Avengers, Striking Scorpions, Howling Banshees fighting all kinds of orks, and in the center of the great hall I saw the Warboss with two Nobz fighting a Farseer and her Warlocks.

And behind them was some kind of ship. An escape pod? But why?

"Tired uv hiding, pointy ear?" The warboss shouted at the Farseer.

"Your foul breath offends me, pathetic creature. I'm Farseer Avandra from Kirian-Niekt's Craftworld. Your taint will be removed, I swear on my name!" The Farseer screamed as she blocked the Warboss' Power Klaw strike.

"HAHAHA! Brave words for someone 'oo iz gunna die!" The warboss screamed as he fired his weapon.

The Farseer used her psychic powers to create a barrier and block the bullets.

Seeing this, the ork Warboss advanced and the two clashed, the Warboss's Power Klaw against the Witchblade covered in Farseer's psychic energy.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!" I was taken out of my stupor by the scream of the ork with the burna, he ran into the middle of the fight, I decided to do the opposite and ran to the corner of the hall and hid behind a pillar.

Everything seemed fine, I could hide here until I found a way to escape, but I heard a noise, it sounded like a howl, looking to my left I saw a Howling Banshee approaching.

Seeing this, I backed across the hall, but the Banshee continued forward, in a panic I pointed my gun at her and pulled the trigger.

I felt something different, an incomparable joy, my heart was beating with happiness, my blood was racing through my veins.

"WWWAAARRRGGG!" I screamed as I fired.

But the Banshee dodged all the shots and kicked me in the chest with both feet, I was thrown in the middle of the hall, the Banshee jumped towards me with both blades raised.

I put my weapon in front of me, blocking the blow.

"Get off me yer pointy ear!" I yelled with anger in my voice.

"Your blood will decorate this hall filthy creature!" The Banshee screamed as she pinned me to the ground with her blades.

We were disputing strength, I was trying to take the Banshee off me and she was trying to cut me with her blades.

BANG!

"AAAHHH!"

At some point my gun went off and the hall fell silent.

Looking where the scream came from, I saw the Farseer with a red stain on the back of her clothes, the ork seeing that the Farseer was injured, grabbed her with one hand and pierced her stomach with the Power Klaw.

"I won, pointy ear." The Warboss said in Farseer's face.

"Not while I live!" The Farseer screamed, psychic energy flowing through her body.

What followed was a huge psychic blast that incinerated the Warboss and most of the orks in the room; I was far enough away to not get killed.

Instead the explosion threw me away, I went flying and hit something.

"NO!" The last thing I saw was Farseer reaching a bloodied hand towards me as a door closed in front of me.

Strangely the large building seemed to get smaller and smaller, eventually it disappeared, and then Craftworld shrank in size, all I saw was the vastness of space.

Soon everything went dark.

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"WWWAAAHHH!"

What happened?

"WWWAAAHHH!"

Why does my head hurt so much?

"WWWAAAHHH!"

And who the hell is crying?

It opened my eyes and I got up, looking around I was in some kind of white room with a control panel. Looking down at my hands, I saw that the worst had happened, I was an ork. Damn it! I need to get out of here before the Eldars find me!

"WWWAAAHHH!"

I jumped at the sound of crying, looking around I saw that there was some kind of cocoon floating in the room. Touching the cocoon, its top opened, and what I saw made my mouth hit the floor.

Because what was staring back at me was a baby Eldar with eyes full of tears.

"Oh Zog!" I screamed.

As if it understood that I had said a bad word, baby Eldar began to cry.

"WWWAAAHHH!"

END OF THE CHAPTER

Hello, thanks for reading this far! The idea of this story had been bothering me for some time, and I wrote it mainly to get rid of that bother, which is why this chapter might feel, rushed.

I would like your honest opinion on whether or not I should continue with this story.