Ga'duk waited patiently in his seat, the rumbling engines and high alert in the rest of his squad going largely unnoticed. He had performed and confirmed his ready check twice, although the sergeant had fixed his mask so that it was actually sealed and would protect him from a hard vacuum if the hulk had vented its atmosphere. The pilots navigated around shining spotlights on several crash sites across the hulk's shell but were always less than satisfied by the possible landing zone. The sergeant moved to the front cabin and began arguing with the pilots so that he could depart and complete his mission, Ga'duk on the other hand rocked gently back and forth day dreaming of mopping a vast station rather than getting "'oonds" and having to spend days with the medi-guys. 

Finally the sergeant and pilots hammered out a plan and pulled the rear of the transport to a section of hull that seemed sturdy enough to bear their weight. The transport locked itself to the hull with some mag-clamps and opened its door to bare hull. The guards understood immediately and broke out their breeching cutters, thin jets of hot plasma slowly burned through the hull leaving droplets of hot slag cooling on the floor. While the guardsmen were cutting the sergeant turned to Ga’duk. “Are you ready?” he said rhetorically, Ga’duk nodded but the sergeant continued “good, now when we get the hole cut you have to go out FIRST and KILL anything that is NOT us. Ok?” 

Ga’duk nodded slowly, “y-..yeah, i got it sarge” he said laughing “i'll squish dem” 

The sarge slapped his shoulder “yeah, thats good, its what He would want.”

Ga’duk’s eyes went wide “He? You mean da Empoor?”

“Yes, He wants you to squish the enemy” 

Once the sarge stopped talking Ga’duk charged the half cut breech slamming with his full weight and strength, several of his squad had to dive out of the way to escape from being crushed between the ogryn’s shield and the hull. The first impact warps the hull and audibly strains the metal, each of the gaurdsmen stare at Ga’duk in surprise both his unexpected charge and his immense strength buckling the thick hull. He backs up and readies to charge again, “squish dem for da Empoor!” he shouts as he charges again crashing through the weakened hull into a large corridor. He raises his axe and searches for a target bellowing a barbaric warcry, but finds none. The guardsmen follow him out and form a semicircle barricade of las-guns around the breech. Ga’duk looks around again while lowering his axe before dropping his head, “I sorry Empoor, der was nuttin to squish..” he said, vox channel open. His entire squad chuckled but Ga’duk was visibly wounded that he could not fulfil the Emperor’s will.