((Lars would probably be better off letting his suit take care of him instead of Mesk.))
"Brother Mesk, how about actually healing now, please?"
Fix the damn radio, damn it.
[aux:6]
You succeed on fixing your radio. Unfortunately now it only transmits. Oh well, at least you can broadcast your sermons again. Sermons of coughing and slow death from internal bleeding. Not exactly the sort of thing to fill the worshipers with happiness.
"Woohooo!....... Doh!
Universe, why do you hate me so much? You make me happy only to sink me into even deeper misery, making me rise so that my fall is greater."
Collect my legs (all 4 of them). Send an embarrassed report of success and foolishness and a request for help back to base. Tell them to bring winches. Or Lukas.
EDIT: How many dynamic bonuses can I rack up per turn? Since I might be down here a while I wanna start getting an Aux and Con bonus for rewiring my robolegs (hopefully it will be as easy as reattaching the same coloured wires) and reattaching them and the exosuit legs by melting the metal with a laser.
Lets say one at a time. Before someone squats down and starts trying to get dynamic bonuses for everything at the same time.
You pick up your legs and radio for help.
"Gimp to base, gimp to base, please send a lukas. Gimp in a hole. Gimp in a hole. Code 347."
While you wait you look at your severed bits. Well, reattaching the suit's legs is easy enough, and the cut is clean enough that someone could easily reattach the prosthetic, but not here. Gonna need to be back at the medbay for that.
Go learn to fly the shuttle alone. Slowly.
Well, the shuttle got nuked, but there's a mini shuttle. Much the same. Lets give that a go.
[aux:6+1]
Go is the exact right word to describe this. After climbing into the cockpit and finding the on switch, the next thing you do is press a lever forward. This lever is the throttle. Roughly two and a half seconds later you have succeeded in flying the shuttle straight through Bishop's new wall- causing the garage to explosively decompress and blow out the repaired wall completely, while also spraying it's internal contents out onto the ground like a frat member with too much everclear.
You now find yourself several hundred feet up, rocketing southward in a parabolic death spin toward the Arc Gap Canyons and Electric Fields. The Shuttle's Main right engine is damaged and everything is terrible.
((Well, sure glad it wasn't Denzel rolling that. Because he would've probably killed me.))
"The universe appears to be on my side today." You say as you loot your ammo off auron's body. Once you're locked and loaded, you grab auron by the feet and drag him to the barracks. You throw him down near mesk and then walk off without a word.
((Okay, I want everyone in the base to notice this. A man who shot our own shuttle was soon released and is now without any supervision.
At some point, he is alone with another man, the one who was one of the more enthusiastic ones about beating him up. Minutes later, he returns dragging the man's unconsious body, and grinning to himself. Totally not suspicious at all, right Simus?))
Hmm, this is beginning to get uncomfortable. I was never a fan of torture by heat. Maybe fire, but not heat.
Hopefully they can fix this soon.
Do the only thing I can do. Stand completelly immobile.
If my teammates manage to fix the suit, lie down and take a short rest.
You stand completely still, because that's all you can do. However, you have the strange feeling that perhaps you are no longer the most screwed person around. Your Murphy senses are tingling, so to speak.
Heal Lars (properly) and Auron.
[Med:5+2]
You kick Auron in the head.
[auron end:6]
Turns out thats exactly what he needs because now he's up and around.
"SEE! I told you! Kick therapy may not be effective in all- or most- cases but it is a legitimate form of medicine!"
[med:3+2]
You walk over to lars and stick a syringe of coagulant boosters in his neck. It stops the internal bleeding, but he's still got a ruptured lung and broken ribs. He's gonna need surgery for the lung.
be healed, if not healed wake up independantly.
Give simus my helmet to modify if she doesnt take it on her own.
Check roboarms and robolegs to see if they adhere to modular design similiar to synthflesh.
Upload thermal optics program to suit computer.
You hand your helmet to simus.
Succeed on finding out that yes, robot parts are modular.
[aux:1+1]
And then forget what you're doing and drool for a few seconds. Maybe that head injury was worse then we originally thought.
((Don't think I would've seen the whole bit of Morul dragging him there. In fact, I don't think I would even know that the two were alone together.))
Find and collect Auron's helmet, then get about attaching his thermal camera to it. Don't bother with programming for compatibility, that's his end of the operation, just wire it up.
[handi:6]
You wire in an outrageous number of cameras. His head looks like a goddamn poppy seed bagel.
"Ok, thanks guys. Let me know if anything important needs to be fixed soon. I'm going to go check out the rest of the damage and see what we can fix."
Begin the whole base inspection of damage, making a list on my wrist computer to keep track. See what computer hardware can be salvaged or ideally fixed back to working order.
You begin your base inspection in the garage. You get there just in time to see Jack drive the mini shuttle straight through the wall and watch as the entire garage, painstakingly restored and sorted by you and Lukas, gets sucked sideways into vacuum. You close your open text document on your wrist pad and go lay face down in the middle of the garage.
"Ah, back to normal. Now, where are my goggles?"
Search/ask around to figure out where my goggles are. Whether or not I find them, head to the barracks and take my suit off, then fix the radio.
You ask around, looking for your goggles (We'll have to see if anyone fesses up to having them) and then head to the barracks to fix your radio.
[aux:1]
You break your entire helmet in half. Like a walnut.
You're not even sure how that happened.
"Come on, Zeph. I know you're a paperweight, but stop screwing around. Work."
Send Zeph to work on Vich again. Help only if I can actually assist.
[Aux:4+1]
Zeph successfully reboots Vich's suit and his radio at the same time. You knew there was a reason you kept her around. Beyond the pleasant curves and the chance of repopulating this barren, hellish world with her, that is.
Ask Bishop to fix my radio.
You walk up to where bishop is laying, face down on the ground. You give him a bit of a poke. He doesn't move.
Miyamoto, I feel that I am of much more use here at base, there's still a lot of work to be done. I suggest sending Lukas along with Red team as their leader instead of me.
I knew you'd prefer to stay here, but I'm not sure Lukas is the right man for this job right now. He's not the type of person that would force his authority over someone else. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but with Morul... After his little stunt with the shuttle, I'm not sure what to think of him. I can't really punish him now that he's lost his memory, but if opposing orders and forcing his ideas upon a situation is a personality trait of him, it'd be good to have someone stern to keep an eye on him. Still, I'll ask Lukas about it, see what he thinks. Or Flint could do it, maybe.
Hey there Lukas, you feeling better yet? How's your arm doing?
Do you think you'd be capable of leading red team? Simus would like to work here for a bit longer, but if you don't feel like it I'll ask Flint, even though I haven't heard from him in a while.
((Pariah: you sure I have those goggles? Can't seem to remember getting them.))
Start cleaning Gilgamesh' cockpit. After that, see if it would be possible to carefully place my broken arm into it's control unit, then lock that limb into place so that the battlesuit's arm acts as a cask of sorts.
You hose out the cockpit and take a look at using the arm controls as a cast of sorts. It's possible; pressurizing the cuffs so they hold it in place; but it would require careful adjusting of the cuff's pressure so as not to horribly rebreak your arm in the process.