Gullins pushed the hatch open and stepped through. "Leiutenant Warren, sir? I'm Specialist Gullins? I was ordered to report to you. I'm being transferred from fleet. I'm kinda supernumerary..." She tailed off in her explanation as she saw Paige sitting to one side, also staring at her. "Uh Sergeant..." She nodded her head to the senior non-com.<br/><br/>Paige was actually so surprised to see the comms tech that she was speechless for a moment, her mouth hanging open. And then her face broke into a grin. "Welcome aboard, kid. Sir, this one is good in a fight and gutsy, plus she has sense. She's one of the Carrier's bridge crew." That alone should be enough to let Warren know everything he needed to. She had survived where trained marines had not, and that would not have been by playing dead, not with the Orcs' tendency towards necrophilia.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>O'Graugh's explanation was met with suspicion, interest, and then finally admiration. "What the flying fuck are you doing in a line unit, boy?" The Engineering Officer asked, but didn't give Pat a chance to answer. Instead he got straight on the horn to the old man. "Skipper, I need an emergency field transfer order. I want... what's your name, son? Padraig O'Gragh", he repeated Pat's service number, "transferred to my command imediately. Why? Damn it Bob, the boy's brilliant! He just came up with an almost exact duplicate of the design for Odin all by himself! Yes sir, thank you sir!"<br/><br/>The gun disappeared and the officer grinned and held out the hand it had been in. "Welcome to the Navy!"