Kester broke into a wide smile at the announcement of their enemy. The slaying of the foes of the Emperor was always a cause for rejoicing, but the Orcs were a special joy. Fighting the Eldar meant days seeking out their hidden nests. The Tau meant besieging their bases. But the Orcs? The Orcs were simple. And the Storm Wardens combat doctrine a good fit. Charge in, and challenge the biggest foe you could fine.<br/><br/>"Orks! We shall break them, and drive them before us."<br/><br/>Kester smiled widely.<br/><br/>"When do we leave, Sir?"