Ga'duk watched the surgery with facination, he had seen battlefield medicine before but it wasnt the same. The Imperial guard medics would staunch the bleeding and get the soldier stabalized enough to make it back to a forward medical station or back to the doctors on a ship. This however was much more methodical, like the Imperial guard medicae doctors he guessed. It was still interesting to watch, even if he didnt have to training to understand their work. 

Thorn called him over and whispered a plan to him, however surgeon and subordinate didnt make a ton of sense to him. Surgeon sounded familiar but he wasnt sure what it meant, and subordinate had far too many syllables to be understood. Ga'duk was pretty sure that subordinate was not a real word. He mulled over Thorn's orders, "Charge the main surgeon".. well, that might mean the red marine Medic.. or the black clad robot? He looked over and studied the dread mage and decided it was unlikely as Thorn marched over towards the group of marines. Ok, but he still wasnt sure who to charge, Azazel was the likely choice as the one in charge. While Thorn argued with the marines Ga'duk tried to decifer the second part of the order.

Sub-ohr-did-nate... No definately not a real word. Thorn was probably screwing with him, Which was fine. It always happened, soldiers and commanding officers often messed with Ogryn because they are just "big n' dumb" and there for easily screwed with. However the ogryn's puzzlement was broken when he heard Thorn shout 'Now' and execute a very impresseve series of movements that brought the marine holding him under Thorn's control. He wondered what was supposed to happen next, Thorn was out numbered and the other marines would kill him soon if something else didnt come help him....

Oh, Right. It wasnt long but approximately a heart beat passed before the cogs in the ogryn's mind all caught up. Charge the main surgeon... Probably Azazel, the rest he would have to confer with Thorn about. He leaned forward and pumped his legs getting his hundreds of pound moving at a speed that would not have won any races, but his momentum was enough to damage small vehicles, and space marines. He noticed a marine between him and Azazel, which was less than helpful. So he bowled through the marine as he prepared to do something horrible to the robot marine or Thorn. Ga'duk's shoulder connected with the marine's breast plate. He also swung his arm batting the marine into the wall of the medical room smashing and deforming shelves and drawers in a roughly marine shape. He lashed out with his leg trying to kick Azazel down, just as the marine turned to square off with the Ogryn.

Ga'duk's boot hit the marine square in the chest launching him back several feet. At the same moment the boot connected there was a sharp report from a bolt pistol he didnt notice that slammed into his leg and tore a sizeable bit of muscle to sloppy gore. However the explosive charge was a dud because, as everyone knows, the Emperor Protects. Even with the shell being a dud it weakened the Ogryn and the leg gave out under his considerable weight. The marine was prepared for the kick and managed to absorb the force and simply slide evenly back across the metal floor, keeping his feet and training the bolt pistol at the Ogryn. 

Ga'duk simply stared the marine down with an expression of barely contained fury. Not only the rage carefully crafted by the Imperial Guard, but a more primal and savage one. One that would be easily recognized had anyone seen a Khornate Berzerker. This was the same fury but restrained by a sane, if simple, mind. The taint of chaos was slowly infecting the Ogryn, a largely unshielded mind surrounded by heretics and xenos artefacts where having its affect. Perhaps this fresh corruption could be cultivated.