Could work. Keep 'em small and tight, well armed and sneaky- you got enough rogues here you could probably-

[ He catches himself with a shake of his head, a clenching of the shard in his fist. It's easy for him to forget, with just him, without Zoe or the others, that he's out. He doesn't do this anymore. He ain't a soldier. He an't a leader of anything more than him and his. Mercs? Sure. Soldiers? A real movement? No.

Never again. ]

...I'm sure your commander and crew's got all kindsa ideas to sort it out. They'll muddle through just fine.