Mogrok - Flight of the Morkanauts: The first of Mogrok's big plans had gone off without a hitch, but there were plenty more to come. Dark shadows fell across the savannah as a gigantic rust-ship descended from the clouds above. Fearing the worst, flak-tanks at the rear of the Imperial armies hammered into the skies until their ammunition reserves ran dry, but their volley fire did little more than tickle the belly of the mammoth spacecraft that loomed above them.A shrill whistling sound drifted over the roar of battle for a moment before several massive balls of scrap metal dropped out of the skies, unceremoniously ejected from the airlocks of the rust-ship above.In the war for Obstiria, Mogrok had been most impressed when Grukk's hordes had been struck by the orbital assaults of the Obsidian Glaives. Yet the scrap-pods that tumbled out of the rust-ship's guts held a far more unusual cargo than even the superhuman Adeptus Astartes.Smashing down into the rear echelons of the Cadian armies, the building-sized balls of iron burst apart, killing dozens of troops with each impact. At first the reeling Guardsmen thought that the hillocks of badly-painted metal were intended as blunt projectiles and nothing more. The true purpose of the bombardment only became clear when some of the scrap-hills started to come to life.Fixer-Grots scurried from hatches that had been exposed by ablative layers that had fallen away, taking advantage of the confusion to hammer sheets of metal back into place and spot-weld broken joints.One by one, the Morkanauts that had plummeted into the Cadian ranks crackled with green-white electricity and stomped forward step by hesitant step. The humming energy weapons that formed their arms ratcheted downwards and discharged great blasts of lightning into the Cadian ranks, frying Guardsmen to blackened stumps wherever they hit home.Battle tanks and transport carriers hammered shells into the rotund monsters that had dropped into the Cadian Shock Troops' rearguard, but with little effect. Though they looked like the illicit offspring of a Stompa and a Mek's workshop, the beasts had been built to last. As the Cadian headquarters barked frantic orders to re-arm and re-engage, the rust-ship above revealed the next of its secrets.Colossal hangar doors opened in the rear of the giant craft, a profusion of mag-cranes lowering down another metal mountain. The beast looked like some awful deity of the Morkanauts rampaging below, three times the size of the largest of their number, and with guns to match. From his vantage in the big scrap at the front line, Mogrok looked up with paternal pride as Gungutz slowly descended into the fight.As he had instructed, the titanic war effigy opened fire long before its dangling feet crunched into the plains. Giant bolts of energy flew from the crackling Electrokannon that it had in place of its left arm. Some even hit home in the Imperial ranks below, adding to the mayhem in the Human lines.Right on cue, the humies' own walkers were stalking out of the giant stone castle that Mogrok could see jutting from a plateau in the middle distance. Beetle-backed but long-legged, they loped forward at quite a pace. Mogrok wasn't bothered one bit. The big war engines were dwarfed by Gungutz -- that much was obvious, even from a distance -- and he had a nasty surprise in store for them, too.The Big Mek snorted in derision, still watching the Knights as he absent-mindedly clouted a screaming humie into the ground with his great-spanner. Their god must be puny indeed if these little walkers were embodiments of the Emperor they kept squeaking about. Though Grukk's vanguard attack had been doomed from the start -- Mogrok had seen to that -- it had at least shown the Big Mek what the humie walkers could do.The Imperial war machines hammered their long-range shells into the seething tide of Orks pouring into the big scrap on the savannah, a steady flow of bellowing Greenskin warriors that was even now being bolstered by the tribes of Mogrok's rivals.Not nearly good enough, thought Mogrok -- shooting shells into an Ork horde was like dropping Stikkbombz into a river in the hope of stopping its flow. The Big Mek scanned the skies, but there was no sign of his next trump card just yet. The main event was up ahead.The humie walkers loped towards Gungutz in groups of three, the ground shaking as they synchronised their attack run. Now was the real test. The Big Mek raised his telly-scope to his good eye, muttering a quick prayer to Mork that his lieutenants could remember what they had been told the night before the battle.As if in answer, the massive gut-kannon mounted in the centre of Gungutz's great belly boomed once. A double whip-crack echoed across the plain, and a spinning bolas made from mooring chain and two boulder-sized cannonballs hurtled outward.It missed the incoming Knights by a mile. "Try and hit 'em then!" bawled Mogrok, raising his Kustom Mega-blasta and turning a couple of heavily-armoured humies into a fused mess to make himself feel better. So much for that idea.