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.
Ork Warboss Grukk's Boss Mob
A huge brute even by ork standards, tall, muscular and imposing, Grukk Face-rippa is an absolutely terrifying sight. Hard as iron, with a fearsome reputation for absolutely stunning violence, many orks consider him blessed by Gork himself. Naturally, such a massive and killy ork draws others to him inexorably - accompanied by a coterie of nobz, he runs roughshod over the galaxy, conquering every planet he sees and leaving nothing behind but fearful whispers - even the orks he commands are utterly terrified of this enormous, roaring force of nature.
This box set contains Grukk Face-rippa’s Boss Mob - including Grukk Face-rippa, armed to the teef with a kombi-weapon and his notorious power klaw; an ammo runt and five Nobz featuring a host of ramshackle weapon and customisation options.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Often seen muscling their way through their fellow Speed Freeks as they roar toward the front lines, Rukkatrukk Squigbuggies employ living close-range artillery to wreak havoc amongst the enemy ranks. They launch a variety of squiggly beasts at the hapless foe: bitey squigs, which latch on to the first thing they hit and don’t stop chewing until they are bludgeoned to death; bile squigs which squirt, spray or vomit a variety of hilariously harmful fluids in every direction; and boom squigs that explode violently at the first sign of provocation, ostensibly to ‘warn off predators’.