Pat was dogging the LT the way he was supposed to. Platoon CP included him, and he was kinda glad of that, when things started popping.<br/><br/>He heard the call from the Sarge to seal a section, and handed the mike to the LT for him to call ship-comms. Nothing. As the LT tried the nearest grunt's comms, Paddy didn't even bother waiting. He dived back five yards to where the cabin they'd just passed had a ship-circuit phone in it. "LT, in here," he called out.<br/><br/>The screams coming from up ahead were unnerving to say the least, and the gunfire seemed to be getting closer. Some of it was cut off as the section seals clanged into place, but not all.<br/><br/>He followed the LT back out of the room and scurried after the officer as he grabbed a guy with explosives and raced off towards the action, not worrying about the dead and wounded. Pat was forced to clamber over the dead orcs. He'd never seen one before, and man were they ugly. They stank too. One wasn't dead and grabbed at his ankle as he stepped past it. He screamed like a girl and emptied a clip into it's head, then reloaded the weapon.<br/><br/>When they reached the orc ship, he volunteered with the rest, but was glad the LT didn't pick him to go in. He squatted with the others and worked on the comms, trying to get some sort of signal past the jamming.