The Evil Sunz clan is built entirely around a single sacred conviction: that going fast is its own reward, and that anything worth doing is worth doing at maximum, reckless velocity. Their warbikes, buggies, and trukks roar across battlefields painted a furious, unmistakable red, because every Evil Sunz mekboy knows the old and unshakeable truth that red vehicles go faster than any other color, regardless of what the engine underneath is actually capable of.
Where other clans debate tactics, Evil Sunz Orks tend to skip straight to the part where they floor the throttle and aim their vehicle directly at whatever looks most likely to explode on impact. Their preferred way of opening a battle is a headlong charge that leaves the enemy no time to form a coherent response, and their preferred way of ending one is usually the same maneuver, repeated until nothing is left standing.
Speed as Religion
To an Evil Sunz Ork, sitting still is close to a moral failing. Their Warbosses are rarely the biggest brawlers in an Ork army but are almost always the ones who arrive first, hit hardest, and vanish before anyone can properly retaliate. The clan has produced some of the finest vehicle crews and bike riders in Ork history, greenskins who treat a wrecked engine as a personal insult and a smooth-running one as a thing of genuine beauty, however held together by rust it might be.
Orks
Order of battle
The Evil Sunz field the units of the Orks — a detachment from the roster:
Kindred formations
Other Orks formations
Bad MoonsThe wealthiest Ork clan, whose mastery of trade and gaudy yellow gear keeps every other clan's war machine running.
Blood AxesThe most cunning and least trusted Ork clan, mercenaries who trade with the Imperium, wear camouflage, and will actually retreat to fight another day.
DeathskullsThe Ork clan of incorrigible looters and scroungers, who daub themselves in lucky blue and pilfer anything not bolted down, friend or foe alike.
FreebooterzPiratical Orks who have cut ties with any single clan to roam the stars for plunder, decked in gaudy finery beneath the dreaded Jolly Ork flag.
GoffsThe biggest, meanest, most traditionalist Ork clan, who settle every argument about tactics with a straightforward brawl.
SnakebitesThe most traditionalist Ork clan, feral throwbacks who scorn fancy tech for war paint, poison-proof hide, and the fierce beasts they breed for war.