Be concious again, be happy for 5's
[end:2]
Gurgle
"SORRY CHIN!" Faith cried, rushing towards Feyri. There'd be time for proper apologies later.
Figure out what's wrong with Feyri and fix her!
[med:2+1]
You bend down and look at Feyri. Judging from the enormous, smoldering hole in her suit and back with the burnt flesh and exposed spine, you're going to guess that Feyri might have pissed off Zeus at some point.
"My foot! You cut of my foot! What, Feyri? What happened? And why are you guys aiming at Mason? And what's that ...? Wait, wait, are we down two by friendly fire? WITHOUT EFFING ENEMY CONTACT??"
Don't panic.
[will:6]
You do one better then not panic: you start laughing. You laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh, till it's nothing but an airless, insane screech, like the death rattle of some sort of hybrid clown pterodactyl.
Well... That was... extreme, doc. But, I guess it means he'll live once he's back on the ship. Good job.
Turn towards the guy asking for a rifle.
Here.
Toss him the laser rifle, clip, tesla saber, and that pill.
I've no need for any of those. You don't want the saber or whatever the blue thing is, give it to someone else. Just, make sure the owner gets it back, once she's back.
Put away the modified gauss rifle and the shield, and head over to the guide.
Do you know if a body, if left here, will be unmolested by anything native to this dimension? Because it's either we leave the dead person and the severely injured person here and pick them back up later or we take them back now. There's a third option, but unless the rest of the group agrees, I don't want to decapitate someone who could have the rest of their body saved.
((Spinal, I didn't have one to begin with. The only vaguely rifle-esque thing I had was a grenade launcher.))
You hand the weapons over to thomas while talking to Conrad.
"They should be fine," He looks a bit disturbed by all this, "But they're not gonna live for days just lying there."
(( OH WOW! I... succeeded? * O_O * ))
As doctor Sanctor finished operating Mason, he gave Travis a hard glance. Later.
Oh, and thank you, Simulacrus.
Check her heart! It could have stopped! Maurice then shouted at Faith as he was rushing to help Feyri.
Either that or she might already be fried on the inside. No - she is alive. She is revivable.
Assist Faith.
[med:5+1]
Pretty clear she's been badly fried; there's not much of her spine left below the mid back where she got struck. Her organs are no doubt equally crispy, and it seems like the only part of her thats not completely toasted is the flesh above the striking point, and even then they still got shocked, just less so.
"Nothing for it." You say with a shrug and, with one good swing, hack her head straight off. You spray some medi-foam into the bottom of the helmet and then tuck her head under your arm.
"Gyah! Why can't you guys keep that infighting on the ship where it freaking belongs! Ugh. Wait, where's the cam?! Aj, there it is. Is it still working??"
Check the camera.
You drag yourself over to where you dropped the camera when you got your foot cut off. It's coated in sand from being dropped, but that's about it.
"Umm... May? Anyone? Anyone able to tell what this does?"
"Oh that's the thing with the stuff with the shoo-be-da-do-wop."
Examine pill.
[med:6]
"Thats an energy pill. Gives you energy. Lots and lots of energy. For moving around and doing things. Like not falling asleep."
"He was endangering us all. I say it went over fairly well. He's not completely destroyed, yet he's not capable of causing additional harm. If you can't agree with my actions, well I can't do anything about that.
Also, just in case he feels the need to melt my brain if he comes to, potentially killing everyone again."
Travis strolls over to Mason, grabs his manipulator, and hands it to Conrad
"You've helped us a lot, and lost a lot yourself. Mason continually makes your life more difficult. I'd figure you at least deserve this. When this is all over, you can sell it or use to cook marshmallows. I don't particularly care"
You try to give the manipulator to Conrad, but he doesn't want it. Admittedly, you can see why.
"I bloody well hope so."
Test my balance and ability to walk.
"Can't we bind a small rock in front of my... what the hell do you call half a foot? Heel? We have more rock sample than we need anyway, don't we? It's not like I need to effing run. For improved balance, I mean."
You can stand alright, but moving is a nightmare, especially in this sand. You're tripping and stumbling all over the damn. [-1 dex]