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’.
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’. These are hurled out via squig launchas, which are tossed about between crew members in order to quickly deliver the perfect squig – the squealing, thrashing and booming audible over the Squigbuggy’s throaty roar.
This multipart plastic kit contains the components necessary to assemble a Rukkatrukk Squigbuggy. Notably rugged in construction for an Ork vehicle – while still bearing the ramshackle hallmarks of a machine built by Meks with more hammers than sense – the Squigbuggy is a flatbed truck with a long, wide wheelbase, which allows it to zoom over rough terrain mostly without flipping over disastrously. The flatbed itself contains a squig pen overflowing with all manner of bitey, bile and boom squigs, overseen by a grot (who, honestly, is having a pretty hard time keeping the squigs under control). A large Ork balances precariously by the pen, stuffing a squig into the heavy squig launcher he’s wrestling into position. Below the flatbed are 2 fuel tanks – not especially well protected from impact – and a set of saw blades either side, perfect for shredding tyres and enemies. In the cockpit, which is effectively just a few bits of scaffold over a steering wheel, sit the driver and another crew member. Both are covered in the bite marks, scratches and scars that come with a career in squig-wrangling, with the Ork riding shotgun leaning hard on the firing mechanism of his squig launcha. At the front, the Squigbuggy features a huge toothed maw in lieu of a grill – this is rounded off nicely by a spiky ram.
This kit comes as 61 components and is supplied with a Citadel 150mm Oval base.
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.
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.
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 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.
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 Orks love nothing more than charging headlong into the fury of combat, bellowing "Waaagh!" at the top of their lungs and letting loose with whatever weapons they can lay their hands on. They live for battle, and their apocalyptic migratory invasions lay waste to whole sub-sectors of the galaxy as they drown their enemies in a green tide of bloodshed, violence, and destruction.
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.
All Mekboyz can perform battlefield repairs using no more than a weighty wrench-hammer, a sack of nails and a healthy dose of gumption, but most do their best work in the comfortably anarchic surrounds of their own workshop. Meks are more than capable of cobbling together a workspace from whatever is lying about, with rudimentary workshops springing up from battlefield wreckage even while the bullets are still flying. Greenskin vehicles roar toward such teetering structures, their crews throwing sacks of teef at the resident Mek – he and his crew get to work immediately, sending the Ork customers on their way with snazzier guns, souped-up engines and extra armour plates.