Stupid Guilliman, stupid humies, you'll never guess where I am!
The coolest, flashiest, cockiest, wildest, toughest, most explosive Boomblasta is right in front of you!
Who said the boss had to be aboard a ship?
Why can't the boss be the ship?
I'm an Ork Big Mek. Nothing strange about growing a little bigger.
Boomblasta's armor-over-armor technique had grown ever more refined. After piling on layer after layer, he discovered that it was too cumbersome, too slow to run in, and not Waaagh at all.
An ordinary Mekboy's solution would have been to brute-force the problem by adding a few more big engines.
But Boomblasta was the boss of the Big Meks. How could those little runts compare to his thinking? Too much gravity? Then get rid of gravity! Off to zero-gravity space!
Boomblasta flew into space and began growing out of control.
At last, he could mount all those Super Cannons that could never have been installed on land onto his own back!
Between every layer of Boomblasta's armor, hordes of Gretchin and Mekboys carried out repairs. Sometimes there were Weirdbosses and mushroom growers, too. Layer after layer went on, making him bigger and bigger.
His outer armor was so thick that it could withstand direct bombardment from warships.
Ork belief: I'm the strongest boss in the world!
Now he floated in space, somewhere between a light cruiser and a heavy cruiser in size, looking like an enormous Ork head.
Then again, almost all Ork ships looked like that.
He was right in the expeditionary fleet's face, but few Astartes ships aimed at him. Everyone was watching the larger vessels.
His force field canceled out several attacks from the Imperial Navy, and Boomblasta began searching for a target. Had he belonged to the Goffs Clan, he would certainly have