Mogrok - Great Lootin' Spree: As Mogrok's big plans got into full swing, the war produced a mountain of scrap metal to be claimed by the klanz. The abundance of wrecked hulls gave the creative Orks plentiful opportunities to hammer out new contraptions, but a good few got their skulls banged together by Mogrok's lieutenants in the process -- time was of the essence.It was clear to Alaric Prime's Human forces that the reputation the Orks had for destroying everything within sight was not unfounded. Yet there exist Greenskins of an unusually innovative nature who see war as a time for creation as well as destruction. Much to Mork's divine delight, they constantly recycled whatever scrap they can salvage in an effort to build even more guns and metal beasts -- and perhaps even get a fight out of it in the process.With the toll of ruined humie vehicles mounting up nicely, the Deathskulls and the Blood Axes in the WAAAGH! set to work creating new battlefield curiosities on an ad hoc basis. In the pauses between rounds of gunfire, wave upon wave of their ladz scoured the battlefield for some good old-fashioned lootin'.Within only solar hours a whole array of fancy new gizmos, the likes of which had never before being imagined, could be seen rumbling back into the fray. Da Wheel Steelaz, however, found the spoils of war to be slim pickings. Some were lucky enough to stumble upon decent wrecks, and a good number of tanks had their treads prised off and replaced by fat-tyred wheels.Out of desire for greater speed, the Steelaz modified several Trukks to bear as many pairs of wheels on top of their chassis as were usually found underneath. The Steelaz' Meks reckoned that, should any of these things be blown upside down in battle, they could still rumble forwards.Sadly, as became clear in the heat of battle, no Ork had thought to properly connect these other wheels to the axles or engines. Those few flipped over by incoming fire simply scooted to a halt in the middle of the battlefield. It was not uncommon for some dumbstruck Guardsman or Cadian Whiteshield to witness upside-down Trukks being shoved into battle by grunting (and thoroughly disgruntled) Ork mobs.Before long those same Human troops found themselves on the receiving end of the slowest Ork Trukk assault in history. Dug-in platoons were swamped by the tribe's "pushas", Boyz who were keener than ever for the bloody vindication of battle.Many of the more enterprising Wheel Steelaz looted the wrecks of Sentinels or the towering Knights that had met them in battle. Despite their disappointment in these things not possessing any proper wheels at all, the lads would not give up their loot to the other klanz. Their curiosity soon led them to yank apart all armour plates and internal gizmos in an effort to find anything vaguely circular; whether they were dials or cogs, each round object was stuck to the side of their new acquisitions to see if it would make them go faster.Soon, Trukk-treddas, Wagon-walkers and Bigga Kans marched with a mind-bogglingly awkward gait into war. Da Wheel Steelaz were well pleased, hooting with laughter as the juddering movements of the wagons tilted them this way and that. A lot of fights erupted even before they got into the main scrap. When the Steelaz finally got there, many of their contraptions proved unexpectedly useful, allowing the Greenskins to cross broken ground and lob stuff from a great height.Their newfound delight was momentarily ruined when Gashrakk da Flash rumbled past in his new ride: a massive, gleaming Battle Fortress with the helm of a fallen Knight lashed to its bonnet. Gashrakk himself sat smugly in a central throne bashed together from loads of shiny exhausts, and even as the Wheel Steelaz watched in envy, teams of Gretchin were painting the armour panels hammered to the sides with big yellow stripes.Its highly polished metal was so bright that Alaric Prime's blazing sun reflected from it with dazzling intensity, sending one Trukk-tredda veering out of control and another careening into the side of a nearby rustship. Gashrakk paused only to laugh, pat one fat wheel and hurl an obscenity before speeding away, leaving Da Wheel Steelaz to chug onwards through a cloud of smoke and dust.Yet the smoke-belching wagons that came to life on the veldt were little more than distractions in the greater war effort. Behind the mayhem of the front line, Mogrok was working on an invention that could destroy an entire island in one blow.