Warboss on a bike with a squig sidecar

Greenskin command, done the only way a warboss would accept it: hunched over the bars of a bolted-together warbike with a squig riding shotgun in the sidecar. The boss is the biggest ork in the mob because he won the argument, and the bike is a scrapyard's worth of engine, plating and welded-on menace. The squig is the joke that makes the model — a ball of teeth and appetite wedged into a seat it has no business occupying, gurning at whatever the bike is about to run over. Together they read as speed, noise and very poor impulse control, which is the point of the whole faction. A centrepiece for a greenskin force at tabletop wargaming scale, and a satisfying subject for anyone who enjoys painting weathering and battle damage. It holds up as a shelf piece too, if the rest of the army never quite gets finished.