Steinolf hefted his assault shotgun, drawing back the bolt to chamber a round.  "Then we strike the orks at their heart, first.  Otherwise we risk failure should they decide to make for the hulk themselves."  The eyes of his MK VIII suit's helmet seemed to flash as they reflected the light.  "And failure is unacceptable."  He nodded to his Battle-Brothers.  "Let us do His grim work, brothers.  For Chapter, Emperor, and the Deathwatch."