Civs 40k Narrative Collection

So i wanted to start capturing the funny bits in our 40k games, you know where that one in a million thing goes off and you have a good laugh over it. This is going to tie in with the narrative way im approaching these games now and i want to try and write something similar to those little extracts you see in the 40k codex’s, something a few paragraphs long but which gives you a little window into the 40k world and the ongoing battles.

Below is my first attempt, the background being an Ork mob making it across the battlefield to charge into a terminator squad. All the orks bar the rokkit launcher attacked and failed to do a thing to the marines. The rokkit launcher ork then preceded to show them all up by killing off a terminator (in combat no less). The return attacks from the marines didnt kill a single ork and i like to think they were all so surprised that they lost one of their number to a lowly ork boy that they failed to even swing their weapons.

Zogrot came charging across the blasted battlefield, rokkit launcher held tight and a wild grin stretched across his ugly green face. Around him thundered his mob of Ork boyz, roaring their way through smoke, craters, and the shriek of incoming fire. Ahead they could make out five hulking Ultramarine Terminators standing their ground, their ancient power armour gleaming through the smoke and storm bolters blazing.

“GET ’EM, BOYZ!” the Nob bellowed as he hurled himself towards them. Several boyz followed him in and crashed into the Terminators, hacking and stabbing with choppas, oblivious to their blows simply clanging uselessly off the Terminators’ armour. The Space Marines barely seemed to notice.

Zogrot, however, had a better idea. With a roar, he swung his rocket launcher around and jammed it under the helmet of the nearest Terminator. “OI, BLUE HUMIE! CATCH DIS!” He pulled the trigger. The rocket detonated at point-blank range, blasting the Terminator’s head clean from its shoulders.

For a moment, everyone stood frozen—including the Orks. Then Zogrot threw back his head and laughed. The surviving Terminators, temporarily dumbstruck that one of these Orks had managed to slay one of their number, snapped into action and unleashed their counterattack, power fists crashing down among the Boyz. Yet somehow, impossibly, not a single Ork fell. Whether the Terminators were genuinely stunned by what they had just witnessed, or whether Zogrot’s sheer stupidity had momentarily broken their concentration, nobody could say. Zogrot simply grinned, loaded another rokkit, and shouted, “WHO’S NEXT?”