"Copy that Sergeant.  Section will be sealed."  Warren then keyed up ship command on his com and-got absolutely nothing.  He keyed them again, then tried to key up anyone.  When that didn't work he grabbed the closest grunt to him and tried there comm.  "Fuck!  They're jamming us!"  Orcs again may not use guns or much tech at all really, but their bio ships had built in jammers which fucked with any wireless communication.  And with the training most grunts received, being cut off from use of comm's could sow a lot of confusion.<br/><br/>"Someone find me a fucking hard line!"  It didn't take long for a shout to come up the hallway that one had been found.  Getting to it, Warren sounded his message straight to the bridge.<br/><br/>"Confirmed, section sealed.  Will put message over section speakers to notify squad to hard line call bridge direct; when section is clear."  Warren could practically hear the officer from the bridge think, if they ever clear it.  In fact from all the background noise, Warren had a feeling that the rest of the ship wasn't fairing as well his platoon was.<br/><br/>"Contact!  Contact!  Contact!"  He heard from down the hall.  The shout quickly followed by rabid firing and hellish screeches.  He hated the fact they were human.<br/><br/>Rallying the people around him, Warren led the way to the corridor and came around the corner with his own rifle levelled.  Seeing an orc take another swing at one of his Privates, Warren unloaded two shots directly into the things face.  Kid may never walk again, but least he was alive.  "Get him to the medic!"  He bellowed just before another orc made itself apparent, he and the soldiers around him taking it down with controlled fire rather than the chaos which had been taking place seconds before.  They moved forward like that, controlled, smooth and without panic.  Discipline.  Discipline was what beat orcs.  And the balls to have it at all times, even when one of their screams comes charging at you like a mad fucking bull.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"Shit!"  Boom!  Church unloaded his Mossberg straight into an orcs face.  The ten foot mass crumpled before him with a thud.  Looking to the other private with him, Church just grinned and shrugged, stepping over the dead orc, but not before giving it a good kick.  Then they both saw the bio-ship which had embedded itself into the starboard wall of there own, and the goo that kept  an air tight seal and allowed travel between the two vessels.  "Fuck me..."  Church said, looking into the bio-ship.  Its hallways and corridors like veins or muscles.  "Go get the squad leader...I'll seal this compartment till you come back."  Stepping back into the hallway, Church closed the door, opened the manual lock and unlock hatch, then sealed the damn thing.  Only way something was getting through that door now was with a torch, or him flipping that switch to open.<br/><br/>In all honestly it was the wait which was killing him.  Heat of the moment, like seconds ago, he could handle that.  Waiting, the waiting for something to try and bust through that door, now that was hell.<br/><br/>When support finally came, it wasn't in the form of his squad leader with a SAW team, it was the LT and grunt carrying what seemed like enough explosives to take out half the deck.  Coming up to group the LT smiled and looked around at everyone present.  "Alright, so who wants to learn how to set up charges to blow an orc bio-ship to fucking pieces without destroying our own?"  Hands went up and Warren smiled.  "Did I mention we have to go into the ship, go along a few corridors of flesh like mass and cut into the ships arteries?  Arteries that spew I swear one of the most disgusting things in the verse?"  Hands didn't go down, but they certainly weren't being put as high.  Laughing a bitter laugh, Warren slapped one of the grunts on the back and sighed.<br/><br/>"Church, Benko, and you, are coming in with me.  The rest of you...Kill anything that isn't us which tries to come out of that ship.  Worst case, seal this door again and leave a SAW team right where you are fucking standing and clear the rest of the deck.  When you have more people, try again and pray Sergeant Paige will know what she is doing."  If she is even still alive.  And with that, Warren unsealed the door, stepped into the room and looked at the bio ship.  "Here we go."