"Alright Benko, take that...No that one, the one pulsing.  Ya...Now cut it...Calm down it's only blood.  Or waste, hard to tell with these fucking things.  Church!  Come take a look at this!"<br/><br/>"I'm good right here sir, perfectly fine."  Church unloaded yet another buck shot into the skull of a rushing orc.  When the LT had said they'd need to get into the orc bio-ship, Church didn't think they'd be taking a twenty minute stroll through the thing, setting up enough charges to take down a bridge.  Upon voicing such an opinion, Church was told that is basically what they were doing.  The key to getting an orc bio-ship off your hull was not a bunch of explosives in one spot, it was getting smaller charges to the vital area's.  Then not only was the thing off, but it would float out in space, then bleed and die out.  Taking every single stinky orc with it.<br/><br/>"Take a damn look private!  Because if we come across any other ships, you and Benko are doing this without my help and teaching someone else how."  Warren barked, he clamping off the bleeding artery, the charge placed inside it.  This one being a traveller, hopefully making its way all the way back to the 'heart' of the ship.<br/><br/><em>Mother fucker,</em>Church checked to make sure they were clear on both sides of the hallway and made his way over.  Benko cleared away, he covered in the black goo that was either blood or shit from the ship; smelled horrible which ever it was.  Church came beside the LT, he then looked into the hole they’d carved away and the artery which had been cut, then clamped.<br/><br/>"Now it doesn't have to be pretty, but the clamp has to be good enough to hold until we are off the ship.  This thing bleed's out too much, the ship will take measures to not only repair the damage we've done, but actually neutralize the explosives."  Church nodded as the LT went on, they eventually gathering their gear and heading back the way they came, not meeting much resistance on the way out.  Orc bio-ships may be an amazing piece of evolution, but as far as internal security and communication with the crew, the vessel was limited.  Orcs could pretty much steer it where they wanted and hoped the thing damn did it.  Not that bio-ships could rightly think, but they ran on instinct.  Whatever kept it alive is what a bio-ship did.  Listening to orcs helped in that being they provided food and carbon-dioxide for it to feed on, it giving them oxygen and atmosphere in space.  How they'd first met, well there were a lot of theories on that, but rightly no one knew.  All they did know was orcs certainly didn't engineer these things and in no way where they somehow related.  Hell, didn't even come from the same planet.  If bio-ships came from planets at all.  Could just be space born creatures in their own right.<br/><br/>Coming to the room where the other had been left, Warren was glad to see none dead.  "Alright boys, clear out and seal this room.  We don't want to be in here when that puppy blows.”  Getting everything they needed, the squad was outside in under five seconds.  The door closed, Church sealed it, gave the nod to the LT who smiled and clicked the detonator.<br/><br/>"MOTHER FUCKER!"  The officer bellowed, hitting the button again, then again and again.  "Piece of shit!"  Thinking to throw the remote he looked to Pat.  "O'Graugh, find a Goddamn way to get a signal past that ships jamming, or you and Church are going in there to set each charge manually." He then handed the remote to the young private and waited.  Now likely, if O'Graugh wasn't able to blow the ship remotely, he would go in with two of them.  But they didn't need to know that.  Fear of going in practically alone was a damn good motivator; or it made you crack.  It was time find out on which side of the line Mr. O'Graugh fell on.