Warren looked down at the private, giving a near smirk to the Sergeant beside him then looking back to Tanaka.  "None of that is gunna happen soldier.  We are cut off from the rest of ship and until we clear this deck and a damn few more that ain't gunna change.  I ain't risking men to go get a nurse and transporting a critical yet stable patient is out of the question.  So is getting you into a proper OR.  Sterilize what you can, cut into her, do what you gotta do and don't worry about the fucking PES issues.  If you can't save her though, and honestly if you think that the truth do not attempt the surgery, make her as comfortable as possible and help someone you can save."  It was harsh, a bit cold and to say the least brutal in the tone spoken to the private, but it was the truth of things.  They were cut off, and if she couldn't save these people well then they were dead.  Time to move on and help the people you can save.  Hell the fact she was an actual doctor increased the rate of survival for these people so damn much it wasn't even funny.  Half the medics the Guard sent couldn't sow a wound any better than Warren himself.  And that was saying something; for while the LT had steady hands and could disarm the most fragile of mines, when it came to human flesh he was of slice and dice, fuck what it looks like type.  The scars along his own body stitched by his own hand were proof of that.<br/><br/>"It's the way of things girl, now get to it."  Warren took the handset from O'Graugh and gave a quick look of suspicious wonder before holding the bit the boy had pointed too and spoke into the damn thing and arranging it so that he got hold of the bridge.  "How my people in section five?"  He ask of the same fleet officer he'd spoken with earlier.<br/><br/>"I don't know sir.  We haven't heard anything from them.  But please can you send help to the bridge!  They are at the doors.  We sealed them but please!  Please send help, the marines outside...They're screaming still."  The panic in the young woman’s voice was clear, and Warren just wondered exactly what kind of chaos was going on around the ship.  For the truth was, in a ship this size, C-deck was only a small part.  The whole place could be over run with his platoon just in there little bubble and holding off the tide.  Which if they weren't on a ship Warren wouldn’t mind.  Truth was though, orcs were known to blow up ships even while they were still on them.<br/><br/>"Calm down soldier.  Now tell me, are there any pressure drops in corridor five, section five, on c-deck?  Forget the noises, do your damn job."  His tone was that of every true leader, the kind all humans, whether they wanted to or not, instantly came attention too.  Warren remembered his training for that very thing from the NCO in charge of it telling him to find his quote 'dad voice', and work from that.  Few understood it then, but when thinking back they all remembered that voice their father used when they a child which instantly made them stopped and listen.  The response to such a thing didn't go away with adulthood, and with training to project and use even greater tone and effaces, you could inspire or crush with even the most simple of statements.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes there has.  Those compartments are sealed...And pressure is equal in outlying ones."<br/><br/>"Call down to the equalized compartments, confirm section clear and release all seals cutting it off from C-deck.  Then tell them to fall back to the infirmary and I'll get folk to you quick."<br/><br/>"Please!  They are getting louder!  Ple-"<br/><br/>"Do your job, listen to your CO and Captain!"  Warren cut the line and handed the set back to O'Graugh.  If the boy didn't get it was his job to hold it and be johnny on the spot when Warren needed it, well then he was an idiot.  Damned technical wizard, but still a fucking idiot.<br/><br/>"Breagan! Stay in our lines and find out where everyone from here to the bow is and where they will be moving!"  Warren looked about and again thought about the rest of the ship and what was happening outside the bridge.  Just how screwed were they all, really.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>Church and Benko looked away as the axe came down on top of Thomas.  They'd told the Sergeant that sending in a flash band would have been an idea, and that they should lead.  But after they having gone with Warren into the bio-ship, he felt the need to prove himself.  Well he did that alright.  Proved himself to be an idiot.<br/><br/>"Give me a grenade!"  Church said holding out a hand.  When one didn't show he looked behind to the Corporal of his fire team who seemed disgusted with the idea.<br/><br/>"He's still alive!  The Sergeant is still alive!  And-"<br/><br/>"Would rather he was dead in a few seconds.  No give me a fucking grenade."  Seeing no one motioning for one, Church reached for the closest soldier with one and ripped it from his shoulder harness and tossed it in the room.  Closing the door, Church braced against it listening for the explosion.  He heard it...And the sound of his own head smashing against the metal door.<br/><br/>Regaining a bit of himself in the seconds to come he figured that the Corporal had hit him with the butt end of his weapon.  Benko was currently holding the Corporal on the ground and feeding him with fist after fist.  Relenting a bit, Benko backed off and looked down.  "You'll all hang for this."  The beaten NCO said looking up at all the privates.  The squads second fire team leader had taken himself out the game earlier with a rather foolish move and was currently in the infirmary nursing an embarrassing twisted ankle that really did look ugly though.  So it was only these privates having been lead by Sergeant Thomas and this Corporal they'd all hated.<br/><br/>"It's only me and Benko you have to worry about, everyone else might help you out."  Church was still dazed and wouldn't rightly be able to fight the man yet.  But he did have enough sense to play on his rage, and give them all the excuse they needed to do what each and every one of them felt needed to be done.<br/><br/>"No!  You're all fucking dead.  Every last one of you cunts!  Ever since we got here!  No respect, nothing!  I am your fireteam leader!  I-"  It was a kick to the head that started it, made by a pretty young private Church believed to be named Daniso, or something like that.  Either way she was pretty.  After that though he couldn't honestly say who did the most damage.  It was just a hail of brutality that assaulted the corporal.  The sad fact being that the only ones not in on it were Benko and Church.<br/><br/>Like fucking animals, Church thought getting to his feet, looking at the soldiers who'd not only just committed murder but treason to boot.  His hands certainly weren't clean though, and he remembered that in the back of his mind as he thought over his next words.  "We keep moving.  Sealing and clearly what we can.  Let's go."  Threats of what would happen if someone talked weren't needed, just as it wasn't needed to be said that Church was now in charge.  Such things were just known, and it was the violence and quick onslaught of death that made things so clear.  In a way it was a beautiful thing.  In another...Well Church was no philosopher or a poet.  And if the sounds behind the door he'd smashed his head against were what he thought they were, not all the orcs inside had been killed by the grenade.  And that, above all else was what first had to be dealt with.