No two Battlewagons are the same, for the Meks that build them can never resist cobbling on armour plates, ramming spikes, assorted dakka, and random gubbinz. However, all are rugged transport tanks with the capacity to bear a vast number of angry Orks into battle while shrugging off the worst the enemy can throw at them.
The Painbosses of the Beast Snaggas are battlefield doctors hardened by many brutal conflicts. Augmented with a whole host of cybernetics and armed with a suite of surgical tools and squig-based remedies, they are always on hand to replace a limb with something more suited for heavy-duty krumpin’, while their grot orderlies whiz around patching up minor wounds.
The Beastboss is the overall leader of a Beast Snaggas mob, leading from the front and crushing the choicest prey between the serrated teeth of his Beastclaw. As the foremost authority within the warband, it's his job to interpret the visions of the Wurrboyz and direct the mob towards its next hunt.
With his Grabzappa crackling, Zodgrod herds his notorious super runts into battle. This irascible loon is never happier than when wrangling especially large and rowdy foes, usually by peppering them with needles from his Squigstoppa Numba 5, then burying them in a rampaging horde of diminutive little monsters.
Armed to the grille with guns, blades and greenskins, the Kustom Boosta-blasta is one of the deadliest Ork vehicles around. Ferociously fast, absurdly heavily armed, and boasting the capacity to set things on fire by simply overtaking them, it exemplifies everything the Speed Freeks look for in a vehicle.
Bipedal wrecking balls that charge ahead of the Ork lines, Smasha Squigs live in a state of near permanent concussion thanks to their tendency to headbutt everything. Only the surliest and most aggressive Orks can wrangle them towards enemy lines, but the resulting impact of a charging unit of Squighog Boyz is worth it as they crumple metal, flesh, and bone alike.
Ork warbosses are usually stationary for only two reasons. One is when they are giving an enemy – or an unlucky grot – a good hiding, and the other is when they are shouting at their Boyz to give the foe a good krumpin'. The Big'ed Bossbunka provides the perfect place to holler from given its bosspole, which is outfitted with a very loud PA system.
There are many horrific alien threats to be found among the stars, and the Orks are some of the very greatest among them. Born for battle and possessed of an all-encompassing love for war, the average Ork is a heavily muscled killing machine able to withstand tremendous punishment and heal from all but the most grievous injuries. When they collect in colossal migratory invasions called Waaagh!s, the Orks stampede across whole sectors leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, wrought by ramshackle vehicles, cobbled-together weaponry, and sheer, primal savagery.
Few sounds are as terrifying as the cacophony of hollering, clattering, and stomping that heralds the arrival of an Ork Kill Rig. Packed with savage Orks and pulled by a colossal tramplasquig, these ramshackle constructions are mobile death platforms, outfitted with all manner of weapons. From atop the wurrtower at the back of the rig, a Wurrboy can survey the battlefield, firing out powerful bolts of psychic energy at Ork and enemy alike. Alongside this psychic amplifier, the Kill Rig also carries a crew, including a driver, gunners, and Butcha Boyz, and is outfitted with a 'eavy lobba and stikka kannon for maximum destruction.