Wal'Dron was now fully geared up after requisitions were assigned to perform the few things he knew best for this oncoming mission. Dressed in the usual black power armour, his Corvus suit was mostly covered by a currently inactive camo-cloak, his corvia skull chain he always wore was draped over his Chapter's Pauldron, leaving the silver Deathwatch side shining clean. Advanced Mk.9 sniper rifle was strapped to his back as his chainsword and knife clipped to his waist gave him the look of an ancient Old Terra Samurai, whilst the old Mk.2 Helmet clipped to his Corvus armour with it's old cage-like visor positioned over his nose and mouth gave him the look of an old holy knight.<br/><br/>Wal'Dron was a studious man along with his stoicism and on the bridge of the Eternal Knowledge hung back and watched over the various displays of reports coming through in the background. As the third contact, the Ork ship came through, he looked to the pair of Battle-Brothers he spoke to earlier, "Looks like that wager is going to happen, Brothers..." he said with a hint of defeat in his voice. He looked then over to Asramael, who was earlier voted in for squad leader for the Mission and sent him a private vox of which the other Battle-Brothers could hear into, though noone else, "So, what do you think, squad leader?" he asked the Blood Angel Techmarine, "I'd say there's no harm in doing it and it will assure the damage the Orks can do to our escape vessel is minimal. The task at hand to undertake this would not be short and delay us from the Hulk itself, however it would minimise the risk of the Hulk and more reliably give us the Mechanicus support to achieve Mission success. Whilst this is not part of our Mission, we should not suffer a xenos to live."