((Erp, guess I should've signaled my edit before anything else...))
Yeah, sorry about that, I used what I had when I started the post. If you're going to edit a post, it may be to your advantage to change the message to include a (OH GOD I'M EDITING THIS DON'T DO ANYTHING) message to it as a place holder before you finish editing.
Regain bearings. Sloooooowly begin emerging from the rock pile. If doheckythings start spinning, dive back behind rock.
((Can a regular medkit even deal with broken limbs? We may be SOL. I mean, I know for a fact we're SOL, but we may be SOL on that specifically.))
Ow. You blink until your eyes stop watering and slowly pull yourself up. Well, you're not dead, always a good sign. You wait a moment and when nothing happens you inch your way to the edge of the rock. It seems like whatever shot at you a moment ago isn't shooting at you from here. You're about to indulge in a sigh of relief when the radio unleashes a torrent of swearing, groaning and cursing of "That F***ing medic that left me here to die". [intuition roll:1] "Huh, I guess some medics are as caring as caring as I am" you think, brimming with self confidence and adoration for your selflessness.
You're in the middle of enjoying the warm glow of self satisfaction when a shining ball of rocket propelled metal and camera parts buzzes over the wall of stone to the west and hurtles toward you. [dex roll:1+1] You attempt to sidestep the wayward drone but fail in your endeavor and catch the softball sized robot square in the stomach. [endurance roll: 5-1] You're hammered right back into the rocks you just extracted yourself from, the robot cracking a rib as it skids off you and slams into another rock, shattering into a few hundred tiny parts.
((Argh, doubt the turn would be changed anyway, I did edit before it was posted. Doubt anything else would've changed but the transmission going off actually.
Anyway...I've lost my femur!))
Feyri listened to the song while trying to forget just how much physics hated her. First, she was here for Jaywalking. Second, Gravity didn't agree with her. Third, traction also hated her, including her guts. Fourth, she wondered through her haze of pain and adrenaline how in this blasted planet could she have tripped while trying to get down a piece of jagged rock.
Well, at least she hoped she got the attention of...particularly anyone.
Or, maybe await death while listening to the blasted song.
. . .
Pessimism didn't sound like good company now. She tried to stand up, but decided against it as she couldn't even get the balance to incline her head enough to view her wound.
Luckily, she remembered something she brought with her.
>Activate Scout Eye. Make it follow the team.
>Swear incoherently in the most verbose way possible.
>Try to examine own wounds. Probably calculate how much time I have left on this blasted hunk of rock. Check if wounds are fatal, through pain threshold feeling.
>If possible, switch the blasted song to something of a more...delicate note.
>Examine the Sky.
>Fire two 5 second bursts at said sky, in a 40 degree angle westward from my position to alert...anything. Diverting attention, I shall not fail!
((Surely I can at least examine something in my prone position.))
You switch the radio to the general freq and vent a string of swears and curses on unsuspecting ears. You make sure to take a moment to curse the medic who wandered away from you.
Still shaking, you manage to pull the scout eye from it's capsule and lay it on the ground. You slowly type in a command on the keyboard mounted to the wrist of your suit and press enter. [Aux roll:6] The scout eye hums for a moment before shooting straight into the air and rocketing away toward the north east. You activate the camera and look at the view screen just in time to see it slam directly into one of your teammates and then smash into a rock, leaving only static. Great.
You sit up and attempt to evaluate your injury through your suit. [med roll: 1-1] OH GOD YOU'VE GOT LEG CANCER! You poke at it gently, to see how much it still hurts. [end roll: 5] It hurts, and you're not walking on it, but it's not as bad anymore.
You lay back and stare at the sky; nothing but dim stars up there. You know the mothership is up there too but its too far to see.
In desperation you pick up your laser rifle and aim it in the general direction of the tower, firing off two 5 second bursts of invisible laser. 20 seconds worth of battery life left. [intuition roll: 6+1] You're positive you're firing in the right direction. You're also positive that if you adjusted your angle by 4.3 degrees you could hit the tower in it's weak point and move on to it's true form. These goddamn transforming bosses, always a hassle.
"Hey steve? Could you change the music to something else?"
>Of course, I'll change it to something more fitting to your current performance. How's this? 
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