In the last throes of his success with the mega armour, Vadug had busied himself with a few bits of scrap and left of electronics. He had an idea for a rather kunnin' weapon, all that he required was a suitable ammunition to fire out of his planned weapon's maw. At this rate he was going to need some kind of hollow cannon shell, or perhaps something akin to the 'ooman 'bolt' weapons. It all left Vadug scratching his head for much of it, however. But he had a plan and the perseverance to carry it out...after all, give an Ork a task they wish to see done and they shall do it.<br/><br/>Minutes passed as the Big Mek thought up the last bits of his plan, his design was a master piece, at least in his own head. It was a large, smooth bore weapon, fully capable of punching through 'Spaas Mareen' armour and having the required technology to stop counter fire: a kustom force field. Now his only problems lay in a power supply, and what was going to propel the thing...it could be tracked...or he could just have some idiots Gretchin push it around. "Get sum of da more 'experiunced' gitz 'ere. I gotz me a plan." Vadug said to his bodyguard, his answer being a grunt and the deafening sound of mega armour-feet clanking off, and then loud shouting.<br/><br/>"Dis iz gonna be gud!" Vadug mentally shouted as he imagined all the casualties this monstrosity of a weapon was going to cause, why it even had suitable functions to easily cut down one of the mobs of smaller 'oomanz with ease. His imagination was cut short by numerous burly Mek boyz entering his personal wing of the mek bay. Standing up from his chair, he turned to his boyz and said to them all.<br/><br/>"Ladz, Iz got a plan. But, we'z be needin' all da gubbinz fer it." He explained to them, though it appeared as though some of them did not grasp his recent 'genius'. "Dez are da bitz we need." Vadug added, grabbed a grubby bit of paper that he had scrawled onto in barely legible Orkish glyph writings.<br/><br/>"Well get bloody goin'!"