"Sir, we have three bioships heading directly for us and not engaging any pods or vessels.  Two emmiting friendly signal's."  A com-tech officer spoke up.  Captain Douglas looked to The Crow and knew exactly what he was going to say.  That protocal dictate they blow the third from the sky.<br/><br/>"Take all three on board.  Have three squads of Marines in space gear awaitng them when they get in."  The Captain said, ignoring the look he got from his XO.  Protocal was't always right.<br/><br/>Douglas watched as his gunners took out another series of enemy bioships, and as the<em>Harriet's</em>fire grazed just over his bow, taking a few out as well.  Gathering up all aviable pods, shuttles and landing craft, Douglas ordered his gunners to destroy all those they couldn't get too.  Being blown into space was a hell of a lot better deal than being captured by orcs.<br/><br/>After dropping a few charges to slow down some of the bigger ships on their tale, Captain Doulas got his ship out of the jamming field and along with the<em>Harriet</em>jumped into warp.  Everyone let out a sigh of relief before getting to the horrid task of figuring out where the hell they were going to keep all these damn grunts.  The<em>Kidd</em>was a destroyer after all, not a frakking carrier.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Sweet fuck Paige...You ever do that again I'll shit can you."  Warren said after getting her entire story first hand.  It was just he and her sitting a room no bigger than closet with a bottle of booze between them.  Warren had already gotten an assessment of his platoon's condition, along with that of the company, battalion and regiment.  Consensous was not great, but the fact remained that the 206 was alive and in fighting form.  Same couldn't be said for 138, and 114.  Both of which were lost with the carriers transporting them.<br/><br/>"Will probably have to promote you right after it.  But don't take that as a sign of a good job."  He said with a wry smile and drank deep drink of his cup.  "Speaking of such things, you got anyone to recommend for promotion?"  Warren already knew one she wanted brought up, but what was he getting at was their anyone who'd stood out in the field.  Already Warren had two he was going to promote.  Tanaka, to Sergeant in fact just so she had some actual rank.  Not that people didn't listen to her as a private, but the rank boast would help.  Add to that it would give her some insentive not fuck around if she knew that doing a good job and keeping her mouth shut about politics would give her a bigger pay check.  And also Church.  Warren hated the fucking prick but he'd gotten that squad out alive.  Was only being bumped to Corperal though.  And though it was strange to have a Corperal be squad leader, it wasn't unheard of.  There a few others he had in mind, but more reports from Sergeants and such would need to be read first.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Space in the destroyer being limited, the 206, and those from various other reigments who would eventually meet up with their own people once hitting the planet, were put in the galley and hangering.  It interupted the crap out of running the ship, but they were only a few ours out and soon the crew of the<em>Kidd</em>would have their ship back to themselves.<br/><br/>Amoung the chatter, sweat, and general close quarters of the galley, the place where Warren's platoon had been put, Church along with Benko, plooped down a garbage can...Of fresh water.  "Wash up while you can folks!"  He said taking a handful and splashing his face.  Blood and grim ran off his skin and everyone around could tell already he felt better.  Soon people got into a system where everyone got their turn at a semi-decent wash before getting out of the way for someone else to get a shot at it.  It wasn't for washing clothes though, so most around the can were either in underwear, or those with no shyness, completely naked.<br/><br/>As Church sat naked on a clean towel he'd stolen from someone, he watched as Daniso stripped down her weapon, Tanaka looked at the barrel of water with longing eyes, and Irish just staring at nothing.  "You know Doc, I'm sure people would let ya cut the line if you wanted.  Saved more than one friend of everyone here I am pretty sure."  He said with a smile, enjoying the feeling of the cool water eveporating off his skin.