Blitzag watched the never ending combat beneath him with hungry eyes, his grip tightening around the hand-rail that ran above the open door of the Deth Freekz bommer. The ramshackle plane screamed its way through the flak-filled sky, the carnivorous engines swallowing great torrents of air, and spewing out hideous, oil-black clouds in return. Blitzag turned his attention to his Stormboyz inside the bommer.
Right you sorry gitz, we'ze gonna let dem puny ground-boyz 'ave all da fun?! He yelled, spittle caking the nearest boy.
Naaaagh! Came the cry, each boy screaming back in unison. Blitzag's face stretched into a vicious grin as he strapped the enormous, triple-rokkit pack to his back, giving the buckle a solid thump. He pulled his thick goggles over his eyes and stomped towards a random boy. The boy gave him a nervous grin before Blitzag gave him a smack around the head, then dived out of the bommer.
Waaagh! Blitzag's lads followed him out, clawing over each other to get out of the plane, some of them just making their own exits through the rusty metal sheets. The orks plummeted towards the ground, firing random shots into the swirling melee below, some lobbing their stikk-bomms. Blitzag gave a feral howl of sheer joy and battle lust as he engaged the 'eksperimentul' rokkit pack. The contraption wheezed for a second before all three of the ridiculously large rokkits screamed into life with a sound that'd make Mork blush. The skin on Blitzag's face was pulled back, making his grin grow even larger as the air exploded around him in an apocalyptic sonic boom. He could feel scraps of armour and what could only be useless gubbinz from the pack being torn from him, the sheer speed ripping them off.
Fighting the g-forces, he pulled back on the control-stick at his waist. His decent slowed somewhat as he flew level to the ground, and he gave out a garbled scream of joy. His ecstasy was short lived however, as one of the rokkits on his back started to splutter and cough, before all the fuel inside it ignited, tearing the device from his back in a great explosion, and hurtling the ork through the air like an earth-bound comet.
The Evil Sunz deff dread had no idea what hit it as an ignited Blitzag thundered into it, tearing one of its legs clean off. The roaring machine and the flaming ork tumbled to the parched ground, the latter screaming all the while. Blitzag tore at the crumpled armour plates, slightly startled as he saw his legs protruding from a pile of scrap that used to be the deff dread's leg. He'd taken worse before! Dodging the flailing claws and spinning shootas, Blitzag peeled the armour plating away, his arms bulging abhorrently with the effort.
The startled ork inside started flailing more erraticly as he realised he was in danger. Blitzag gave a triumphant cry as the glass screen shattered, and he could see the hard-wired pilot beneath. Moments before he could rip his prey apart, one of the klaws clamped around his right arm.
Screaming more in rage than pain, the already singed and crippled ork was plucked from the deff dread and raised high into the sky. The pilot of the mangled machine grinned back at Blitzag, and the burnt ork stuck a solitary digit back up in return.
Blitzag cackled as the other ork's grin faded, and could feel the klaw's grip tighten, before shearing the limb right at the elbow. The ork pilot realised the mistake he'd made as the enraged, crispy, blood-soaked, and most importantly, insane Blitzag landed on top of him, his one remaining limb thundering into his face.
This is my conversion of Zagstruk, to act as either my Stormboy Nob, or as the Vulcha Skwad Kaptain himself.
3 powerklaws = 3 times cooler than whatever you have.