"I do not see the harm in reclaiming any useful seeming and still functional resources to the Mechanicum...<em>If</em>we come across them." Wal'Dron interjected to the conversation. "You however would both do well to not take as fact that the Mechanicum were taken by Orks. Space Hulks are notorious hives for Genestealers and other Tyranids. A swarm of Ork Boyz swamping the Skitarii is one thing, a well armed contingent being taken out by Genestealers is quite another thing we should take into consideration when preparing for this Mission." Wal'Dron's arms were folded and he barely deemed to look up past where his sheer raven black hair clouded his pasty-white face.<br/><br/>Wal'Dron looked over to the Space Wolf though and a dark smirk crossed the Raven Guard's usually stoney stoic face, just for a moment. "<em>If</em>we do find any Orks in the path of our Mission, I am willing to take part in your wager. However it is doubtful you will bare witness to my work. Though neither would the Ork, I would wager." It was spoken not as a quip, though quite a sullen morbid fact. Wal'Dron had fought many battles with some whispers he may have even been brought in for black operations at the recent Seige of Vraks, though he was not the type to admit such a thing if there was any truth in it. For him taking down an Ork from the other side of the battlefield was a grim chore he had long grown accustomed to as his purpose in life.