Big Mek Skarburna was accustomed to solitude, so the number of Boyz who had flocked to his workshop was a bit unnerving to him. They had little regard for the delicate tools and machinery he'd spent months collecting and building. "You lads! Get away from there!" he barked. The Boyz flocked around the shield generator power conduits, bathing their green skin in an even sicklier, green glow. The telecapture nodes throughout the facility had shown him (and any other Mek with the kunning to tap into the feeds) what was coming. Beakies in maroon-painted 'eavy armor massacred the Ork and Digga defenders outside Da Big Fix, then in the outer skin cavity, and now penetrated into the inner shops. They all knew Skarburna's shop would be a key target because the Beakies loved dropping into a fight using their kustom torpedoes; and that was impossible with the shield up. Clearly, then, the best fight would be had here, so the Boyz had arrived take part. They didn&