The Tyranids are alien predators invading the galaxy from the vast intergalactic void beyond its edges. Like swarming insects falling upon precious crops, they devour all before them – consuming life upon each world in their path, and leaving nothing but airless rocks in their wake. They are a threat to every sentient species in the galaxy, and their numbers are growing.
The Orks are the most savage and warlike species in the galaxy, and can be found infesting every one of its corners, forever seeking their next big fight. The Beast Snaggas are a particular 'subkultur' of Orks, who shun fancy gadgets in favour of more traditional tools – muscles, choppas, and tamed squigs. They chase down the biggest and most impressive targets, from alien monsters to hulking war machines, in order to prove their sheer tuffness.
Ork Meks always manage to accrue a following with promises of big explosions, bigger guns, and proximity to loud engines. When a Big Mek builds a Stompa, they're followed into battle by a band of Ork boyz, knowing it will attract some of the heaviest resistance, and best fightin'.
The Orks love fighting above all else. These brutal and violent aliens roam the galaxy in vast hordes, gleefully piling into battle with a deafening war cry of 'Waaagh!'. Morgrim's Butchas are a ferocious warband of Beast Snaggas, rugged Orks eager to prove their toughness by bringing down the biggest, baddest prey the galaxy has to offer. Whether they ride atop bad-tempered Squighogs or rush forward in bellowing mobs of Boyz, no foe is safe from becoming a Beast Snagga's next trophy.
Personally built and piloted by an Ork Mekboy, the Morkanaut possesses all the lethal kunnin’ of Mork. Packed with glowy gubbinz from the Mek’s own workshop these mighty engines exist purely to cause carnage.
Few sounds are as terrifying as the cacophony of hollering, clattering, and stomping that heralds the arrival of an Ork Kill Rig.
Each Norn Emissary is a purpose-bred beast, spawned by its Norn Queen to accomplish a specific and singular objective – be it hunting a strategically gifted commander, abducting a knowledgeable prey-being, or pursuing some other ineffable goal. These colossal heralds of the Hive Mind's agenda meld terrifying psionic potential with speed, intelligence, and monstrous strength, ensuring that a Norn Emissary is more than equal to its alien task.
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.
Propelled by a single, massive jet engine, the Dakkajet roars through the sky. Gunz blazing a near constant stream of bullets, tormenting fleeing infantry or enemy aircraft.
Hive Guard are heavily armoured gun-beasts bound to extremely powerful symbiotic bio-weapons. They are created to guard the Tyranid Hive Ships and capillary towers that stand sentinel over prey worlds, until such time as intruders come within range of their deadly weapons.
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 Venomthrope's whip-like tentacles drip with a multitude of alien poisons. Indeed, so potent are these toxins that it is believed that a Venomthrope's very touch means certain death.