Snikrot the Stalker: Jungle Ghost of the Ork Kommandos
A Savage Vision of Snikrot the Stalker
This artwork captures Snikrot the Stalker in all his brutal glory, lunging forward like a nightmare from the jungle’s darkest corners. His muscular Ork physique is painted in vibrant greens, covered in a mishmash of chainmail, jagged blades, and straps that look ready to slice through anything. His face is partially hidden behind his iconic metal mask with glowing blue lenses, making him appear part beast, part machine, and wholly terrifying. The huge, wickedly curved blade in his hand gleams, promising a silent death for any foe foolish enough to wander too far from their campfires. His rugged backpack bristles with gear and trophies, hinting at countless successful ambushes deep behind enemy lines. Billows of smoke or mist swirl around his feet, giving the impression he’s emerging from the shadows to strike without warning.
The Lore Behind the Green Ghost
In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, Snikrot the Stalker has carved a legend among Ork Kommandos and terrified Imperial guardsmen alike. He leads the feared Red Skull Kommandos, operating deep within enemy jungles and ruins, always unseen until it’s far too late. Snikrot is infamous for his uncanny ability to appear behind entrenched lines, slaughtering patrols with barely a sound and vanishing into the foliage. Many claim he can smell fear and hunts the terrified with a predator’s glee, his metal goggles the last thing his victims ever see. Some Orks whisper that Snikrot has spent so long in the wilds of Armageddon that he’s more ghost than greenskin, a boogeyman that even other Orks fear to cross. He revels in his reputation, knowing that fear is as potent a weapon as his knives.
A Kommando Unlike Any Other
Unlike the average Ork brute, Snikrot’s cunning rivals that of any Imperial assassin or Eldar ranger. He has turned the savage jungle warfare of Armageddon into an art form, commanding his Kommandos with brutal efficiency. His gear reflects this, pieced together from scavenged Imperial kit, Ork craftsmanship, and trophies of countless kills. He favors stealth and sudden violence over the bellowing charge typical of his kin, striking hard and fading back into the mists before reinforcements arrive. This artwork nails that eerie, silent-death aspect, showing Snikrot poised to gut an unsuspecting enemy in the gloom. For the Imperium, hearing a rustle in the dark might mean the Stalker is already behind you—blade raised and grinning beneath that iron mask.
