"Well you might think I am after I give you these orders."  Warren said putting down the comm device that O'Graugh had rigged up for him.  He looked at all the folk trailing in behind Kerry’s squad and instantly thought how he could use them to help mop up the rest of the deck.  "I need you to take your squad and b-line for the bridge.  Big surprise, the ship marines  can't hold back the tide.  You ignore anything that is in your way Sergeant. If people are screaming for your help but you can get to the bridge without having to help them, you leave them behind.  If the bridge is taken the Captain will self destruct the ship.  And we ain't near the hanger, and escape pods suck at out running bio-ships.  So get to that bridge and make sure those fuckers stay alive."  Warren wished he could go himself, he really did.  But his job was to secure C-deck and keep moving and securing from there.  He couldn't abandon that whole mission to save the bridge, even if it needed to be there for his mission to get done.<br/><br/>"And form up some of these misfits you found into a second squad and take that.  I'll need the rest to go support the shit happening to the stern."  Warren took a look at one of the corridors leading down that way.  The SAW teams he'd set up hadn't shot at anything coming from that way in some time, which he supposed was good and meant Thomas's squad was doing there job.  Or they were dead and the orcs we mounting up for a tough assault.<br/><br/>"So keep your head Kerry.  And come back alive!" Warren gave the Sergeant a nodd and turned to O'Graugh.  "I don't care what you have to strip, break, smash or destroy.  You make me two more of these comms and do it quick.  Give one to Sergeant Paige, the other you'll run to Sergeant Thomas and his squad with Berkly and Yukanio."  These hard lines were fine with communicating to the bridge and such , but he needed to be in contact with his people out in the cut beyond the secure lines.  Even if just for the fact he could know when was a good time to tell his other soldiers to have routes to the escape pods planned.<br/><br/>Seeing some rather injured personnel Warren took a look for Tanaka and found out that she was performing the surgery.  Good then, these people could wait a bit he was sure.  Hearing some commotion in another room Warren walked over to find a fleet officer having only what one can call a complete mental break down.  Such things happened though, and Warren knew of only one proper way to handle it.  He strode up, cocked his right arm back and hooked the man across the jaw, the guy tumbling like a bag of bricks.<br/><br/>"Anybody else feeling squirrely?"