Right, so, this is my first 40k fanfic. I hope this first chapter is to everyone's liking.

Thanks to the folks on /r/40kLore for answering my questions, and thank you to Reddit User Skinlini for giving me the basis of this story. GitPunta was his name and I take no credit for it.

Considering this is 40K, this story will be rated M (with occasional chapters being given the rating of MA in the chapter title) for depictions of gore, violence, language, etc. Basically, we're going the whole nine yards here people. Though, this is 40K, so what did you expect?

Anyway, on with the chapter!

The long forgotten planet once known as Altima XXI was an irrelevant world in an irrelevant system, next to a slowly dying star and with the only other inhabitable rock in the system a sad excuse for a moon, named Luna, after Terra's own moon.

The planet was an agriworld, its largest city would be considered nothing but a large town or small city even when compared to the metropolitan areas of 21st century Terra, though the city was just as irrelevant as the world. So out of the way and forgotten the planet was simply known as a stream of digits to be traveled to by traders and merchants. It was a planet with no name, not that it needed one, irrelevant as it was.

The planet's only relevance came from the agriculture it produced, grain and wheat, with occasional shipments of meat and milk from the animals that called it home. These animals had descended from Terran animals when the planet was originally settled thousands of years ago, and they had kept their appearance almost exactly.

Hundreds of years ago this world had been subverted by the Alpha Legion, but, like the rest of the system the planet was apart of that was just another irrelevant detail on a mountain of irrelevant details.

The planet, unlike the Hiveworlds it paid a tithe to, was serene and picturesque. Blue skies, green fields and clear, fresh lakes and rivers were but a small sample of its terrain. To some, it was a dream world, a place that didn't exist, destroyed millennia ago by war and death. To others it was a gem to keep hidden away, a personal retreat from the darkness surrounding the rest of the Galaxy, a place to hide from the war and death that loomed over all.

Currently however, the world was in turmoil, a small Ork raiding party, led by a Warboss by the name of GitPunta Da Furst, were currently bludgeoning the world for all she was worth.

In a small, out of the way homestead, one of the planet's residents prepared to defend everything he held dear.

A man was standing over a workbench, making final preparations for his last stand. The man, formerly a Guardsman Sergeant of the 5thrd Ultaris Regiment of Foot loaded his weapon, a modified Lasgun he had kept from his days in the Guard. He wore clothing typical of a farmer, and his boots were caked with mud from working the fields. His face, scarred and aged, showed his experience in combat, his grey hairs making him look much older than he was. Behind him, he heard the scampering of feet and turned to face his ten year old son, who was standing in the doorway, his face filled with fear.

"I told you to go down into the cellar, with the Jennings' girls." The Sergeant stated calmly, kneeling infront of the boy. Inwardly, the Sergeant sighed. His wife and the boy's mother had died from childbirth, leaving the Sergeant to take care of the boy by himself. The boy was kind and just, and always did as asked, but often disobeyed orders and disregarded duties that lasted more than ten minutes.

"I wanna help." The boy stated with an air of confidence that didn't hid his fear. The Sergeant shook his head.

"You can help by keeping the girls calm, keep them safe. That's your job as a Guardsman, remember, to protect the innocent." The Sergeant said softly, masking his sadness well. "Now you have your orders, Guardsman. I need them carried out."

The boy nodded and, barely holding back tears saluted his father. The Sergeant hugged his son before ruffling his dark brown hair.

"I need to go now, Josef. Keep the girls safe, remember, The Emperor Protects." He whispered into the Boy's, Josef's ear. The Sergeant stood up and retrieved his weapon as Josef ran back to the cellar with the girls.

The Sergeant exited the house and set up shop on the front porch, which was facing the fields. He could see the dust cloud as the Orks made their way over, and he readied himself for his last stand.

He fixed a bayonet to his Lasgun, then crouched and sighted the approaching Orks. There must have been dozens of them, definitely. The Sergeant steadied his breathing and waited for the first Ork to get in range.

The Orks were arranged in standard formation, with Gretchins up front and the Ork Boyz in back. The Sergeant aimed at an Ork Boy who looked to have a higher rank or title than his fellows and pulled the trigger of his Lasgun, sending a quick three round burst towards the horde, mentally muttering a chant his unit had said during every battle.

I am His shield.

The shots hit the Boy in the arms and chest and he fell. The Orks, who had depended on that particular Boy for leadership stopped their charge. Another three Lasgun shots hit the horde, hitting three Ork Boyz in their skulls they to dropped with loud thuds.

I am His Righteous fury.

One of the other Orks yelled the warcry so very common to them and they all began charging again. The Sergeant dropped a quartet of Gretchins and another Boy.

I am the face of unflinching devotion.

The Orks had gotten quite close now, and the Sergeant knew he'd be forced into melee. Still he fired away, whether by luck or Divine Intervention no shot missed, and every burst saw a kill.

I am the face of Humanity. His enemies tremble when they see our might.

The Boys began firing their Shoota's now, their shots missing him by inches as he continued to fire. One of the Ork Gretchins got past his withering Lasgun Fire and tried to stab him with a knife. The Sergeant lunged forwards, stabbing the Gretching with enough force to shove the barrel of his Lasgun through its skull.

No foe I face will survive, no foe I fight is invincible.

Two Boyz got up close and personal then, literally crushing the wooden porch under them. One tried to shoot the Sergeant, but he lashed out and stabbed the Ork in its shooting arm. Firing away on full power as he did so. Somehow, he managed to dodge the axe that was being swung in his direction. The Ork he had stabbed died soon after as the constant Lasgun shots blew him apart. The Sergeant half turned after dodging another axe swing and got a lucky shot to the other Ork's head, killing it. He continued his vicious killing spree worthy of an Astartes, unaware of the presence sneaking up on the homestead from the fields...

Warboss GitPunta Da Furst was da bestest Warboss in the entire sector, well, he was the only Warboss in the entire sector, but he didn't know that.

His WAAAGH was small, numbering only 300 Orks and Gretchins, but they had a roight proppa ship! It was an old Imperial Frigate, and it was da Orkiest ship around! His WAAGH might have been small, sure, and a competent PDF unit could have made short work of them, but they were tenacious and GitPunta wasn't like every other Warboss.

GitPunta believed in innovation, and in finding new ways to loot and fight. GitPunta hadn't ascended to the title of Warboss by fairly fighting other Orks, no, he was sneaky about it, he would rig matches or poison his competion so he would have the advantage in a fight.

Perhaos, if he had been human, he would have made a wonderful Inquisitor.

GitPunta had watched the lone 'umie fight his Boyz with fascinated interest. The 'umie had killed over a dozen Orks already, and was quickly bringing that number up to two dozen. He stabbed and slashed in a wicked, deadly watlz of death and carnage. GitPunta was impressed by the 'umie's skill that he decided the man should get a fair fight.

He called his Boyz back and they, ever the mindless peons fell back in good order. The Sergeant was suprised to see the Orks retreating, and he took the time to catch his breath. He was extremely puzzled, Orks never retreat. His body was pockmarked with wounds, slashes and stabs were visible everywhere, and his brow was drenched with sweat as he took heavy, laboured breaths.

GitPunta made his way out of the grain fields and stood before the destroyed house. The Sergeant crouched on the porch, his Lasgun was out of charge and his bayonet was embedded in an Ork, broken.

"Oi! 'Umie! You's a guud fighta so Iz'll make you's a deal! You and me have a right proppa fight. If you 'in, you's gets ta live! If Iz 'in, you's die! NOW COME OUT AND FIGHT YA GIT!" GitPunta bellowed jovially. The Sergeant, whether he believed GitPunta or not walked to the front yard, facing down the Warboss.

The Sergeant drew a knife from a sheath he had around his chest. The knife had originally belonged to a Death Korpsman Grenadier, who had given him the knife after they had taken a Tyranid position together many moons ago. The Sergeant took a long, heavy breath, muttering a prayer.

"Oi, are wez gunna fight?" GitPunta yelled. He readied his Big Choppa and prepared to charge.

Surprising GitPunta, however, was that the Sergeant was the first to charge, screaming a warcry, he held his knife in a standard grip and quickly closed the distance. GitPunta bellowed happily. Finally, a worthy 'Umie to fight!

As they reached the halfway point between contact a shot from an Ork shoota rang out and the Sergeant slowed, then stopped. He looked down at his chest, where a red stain was quickly forming. GitPunta stopped mid stride as well and watched, mesmerized, as the Sergeant fell to his knees. He coughed and sputtered and even tried to lunge at GitPunta in a futile last attempt to kill the large Ork.

GitPunta was heartbroken. He turned to face his mob of Orks, of which there were ten Boyz and twelve Gretchin remaining from the group who had originally attacked.

"WHICH OF YOU LITTLE GIT EATING SHITS KILLED DAT 'UMIE?" He yelled in a rare moment of proper speech. "YOU'S RUNIED EVERYFING!"

One of the Gretchin bravely stepped forward. "I'z did Boss, he waz just a dumb 'Um-" GitPunta, as his name suggested, punted that Git so far he smashed through the wall of the homestead a field away. He looked at his remaining Boyz and bellowed fiercely' "ALL OF YOU'S 'EAD TO DA CITY, WE'Z DONE HERE!"

The Orks, dejected that they wouldn't get to loot anything, nodded and grumbled their acknowledgment. They filed back the way they had came, leaving GitPunta alone on the homestead. He looked over the battlefield with a saddened grin. He turned his head down to look at the dying Sergeant.

"You's wudda made a gud Ork, 'Umie." He said respectfully. He was about to leave when he heard a sound coming from the homestead.

A baby's cry.

GitPunta got an idea then, a terrible, horrible idea, an idea that, decades later, would shake Ork and Imperial society to it's very core.

"Shut her up!" Josef whispered harshly to the oldest Jennings girl, Olivia. The five year old girl was barely calm herself, and she desperately tried to quiet her baby sister, Sofia.

The Jennings had asked Josef's father if he would watch their two girls while they went into the capital city on business for a week. Josef had hated the two girls almost as soon as he laid eyes on them.

Olivia was small for her age, with dark black hair and soft, brown eyes. She had her hair in a ponytail. Her skin was tanned from the sun but still paler than Josef's, and she was missing her two top front teeth, as she was waiting for her adult teeth to grow in. She wore a faded pink dress that reached just above her knees and dirty, pink shoes that looked similar to flip flops or sandals, she wore no socks.

Sofia was a year old, with longer hair than a typical infant would have, reaching to her chest. normally her hair would be that length at around three years old, but girls always had longer hair on this planet. It was considered an odd quirk. She had brownish-blond hair, unlike her sister, and small, adorable blue eyes. Her baby teeth had all grown in by now, and she could eat pretty much anything she put her mouth on. She was skinny, and had she been born somewhere else it might have been assumed she was sick though being skinny was, like the hair, common for girls on this planet. She was even paler than her sister, and Josef's father had called her a 'little Korpsman' due to this. Josef wasn't quite sure why his father had taken to calling her that, but he just assumed it was a stupid little nickname. Out of the three of them she was the one with the least amount of clothing on, wearing only a soft yellow t-shirt and a cloth diaper made out of animal hide. While she would have been seen as far to underdressed on most world's, on this planet one wore as little as possible, or failing that, as thin a garment as possible, as the heat was atrocious and known to kill you if you stayed in the sun for to long.

Currently the three children were huddled in a corner of the cellar, a single candle their only light source.

"I told you to shut her up!" Josef yelled at Olivia, gesturing towards Sofia angrily. Olivia also began crying and Josef ran his hands down his dirty overalls in anger.

Any attempt at further conversation was shattered as the door to the cellar cracked, something hitting it from the outside. All three children, even Sofia, quieted down as the tough door was hit again. The children watched mutely as the door continued to be pounded.

Sofia started to cry again as the door gave way with one final push. Josef braced himself for the end.

GitPunta had traced the baby's cry down to the basement, and from there to a side room blocked by a weighty door. While normally he would have just simply shattered the door in a single strike he was worried he could hurt the baby, which would ruin his plan, so he battered it down slowly. When it finally caved in he stepped into the room. There, in the corner of the damp cellar three little 'Umie's cowered.

He spotted two with long hair, of which one was the baby, and one with short hair. He deduced that these 'Umies wouldn't give him a proppa fight, nor would they be of any use to his Warband.

Yet.

His plan was ingenious, dastardly and foolproof.

He would train the two oldest ones to be Orky, and keep the youngest as a pet until it was of proper age to be trained. If he could get them to fight as well as the 'Umie back there, they would be the secret weapon he desperately needed to compete against the other Warbosses he hadn't met yet.

They cowered before him, fearful of him. The baby's cry, he noted, almost sounded like it was crying "Waagh!" GitPunta smiled happily and spoke to the trio in as concise a speech as he could muster.

"Lieten up 'Umies, I'z gotta deal for you. You's come wit me and be da best fighta's eva, you's be real Orky like. You's can be da bestest fighta's eva seen. So how's about it 'Umies?"

The three children didn't move, and the baby merely cried louder. GitPunta chuckled and took their cries as a yes. He picked up the baby and the second oldest in one hand, and grabbed the oldest in the other. They were desperately kicking and punching, trying to get free but GitPunta was much stronger than them. He laughed as the middle child bit him.

"Dat's it 'Umies, jus like dat!" Gleefully, he carried them out of the house and towards the city, where the other Orks were gathering and looting. Their cries going unheeded by GitPunta, who was to busy thinking about how wonderful his newest recruits would be.

So, that was the first chapter. the second chapter will be the end of the 'prologue', shall we call it, then we'll get to the meat of the story.

Note, as I'm not very knowledgeable on Ork society if someone could offer their services as a...consultant of sorts that would be much appreciated.

Additionally, while most fics using this scenario (that is, a child is adopted by aliens/their enemies) would skip ahead vastly I plan to have a lot more chapters focus on the children being children, as I feel massive time skips for a story like this really gloss over the main reason stories like this exist.

As a lot of chapters are going to seem like fluff I'll happily take suggestions for ideas, stuff like feeding, bathing, diapers, boredom etc, just to mix it up a bit and have a few fun chapters here and there.

While this story will absolutely have the "holy fucking God-Emperor Brother Captain, there are humans with those Orks!" scenes those will be few and far between.

Anyway, that's all from me for now. Reviews would be wonderful, or even just follows/favourites. Until next time.

-GWB99.