Ork Flash Gitz
Behold the Flash Gitz! The richest and most obnoxious of all the Orks. These wanton mercenaries travel the galaxy flaunting their flashy kit and engaging in acts of outrageous piracy. But don’t be fooled by their ostentation. A mob of Gitz are exceptionally skilled at breaking ‘eads and they are lethal in a firefight - Gork knows when they open fire it's nothing short of cataclysmic.
This multi-part plastic kit makes five Flash Gitz armed to the teef with flashy snazzgun’s. Channel your inner Mek by assembling these kustomised weapons with the engine, gun body, magazine and under slung secondary dakka of your choice.
One Flash Git can be assembled as a Kaptin, complete with gitfinda squig and a bionic cutlass-wielding arm. You can customise your Flash Gitz with a host of optional extras including eight back banners, eleven heads and grenades.
Fast-moving fighting platforms, Deffkilla Wartrikes make little concession to armoured protection for their riders. Scythe-wheeled, with an enormous rokkit engine afterburner on the back, these trikes not only move at a frankly vulgar pace but also pack enough firepower to make them extra killy.
Painboys are at home amongst the blood and horror of the battlefield, eagerly patching up lost limbs, doing a spot of welding on a broken face or furnishing the Warboss with a brand new flame-throwing arm. They learn their craft through a mixture of instinct, trial and error, and the time-honoured principles of ‘Orky know-wotz’.
The Orks call their ruling caste Nobz. Nobz are bigger and scarier than other Orks and revel in cruel or casual violence. Nobz lead by example, plunging into the thick of the fighting and breaking skulls left, right and centre. In this way each Nob acts as a sergeant-at-arms, champion, oppressor and role model for the Boyz they lead.
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.
Stormboyz, the shock troops of many successful warbands, dedicate their lives to the time honoured martial disciplines of drilling, marching and hurtling through the air. To this end they go to war strapped to rokkit packs that, when activated propel their wearers forward on great tongues of oily black flame.
Boyz are the rank and file of an Ork army. Orks are tough, determined fighters who fall upon the enemy in great tides of howling violence. Generally armed with the heavy, solid-shot, slugga and brutal, edged choppas, they blow great gouges from the enemy before hacking them apart.
Amid constant, seething tides of war and bloodshed, burgeoning greenskin empires rise and fall. Numerous beyond belief and driven always to fight and conquer, the Orks threaten to overwhelm every single galactic empire, stronghold and race. While their thirst for battle has always proved their downfall, causing brutal infighting that keeps them from crushing all opposition, occasionally a great leader rises who is capable of unifying the squabbling tribes, and soon a Waaagh! is underway – partially a migration, partially a holy war. When the Orks are on the rampage, the galaxy trembles – and in these dark times, more Waaaghs! are rising than ever before.
A Warbiker treats his personal steed with real care, because a warbike is not only a thing of great prestige but also a direct conduit to the adrenaline-rich thrill of speed. Nothing short of dive-bombing the foe in a fighta-bomma can compare to the raw excitement of hurtling towards the enemy on a warbike with all guns blazing.