Astelan sighs inwardly as Captain Grenarious explains that it will be a drop deployment, another short trip into some Emperor damned place with someone else at the controls it would seem. The mention of orks make him smile though. Simple, uncomplicated, blades and bolters and no need to worry about surprises or keep an eye out for<em>them</em>. There is not a man here who couldn't out think an ork. As well the chaplains always preached that war with the greenskins was one of the purest wars there was, along with that with the Great Devourer. They are not former brothers, they are not poor misled souls that need saving, they are barely even sentient. They are xenos and deserve to be exterminated.