Check the monitors and keep watch on them, linking to Jim.
"Alright Jim. You've got an eye on you from here. Go on.
And keep safe..."
You walk over to the monitors and keep an eye on them while jim wanders about somewhere deep below you.
"Understood, Feyri. Advancing now." Jim opened the door and proceeded through, cleaver at the ready in his good arm...
You proceed into the testing chamber. The chamber is large, tall and circular, its ceiling, floor and walls all completely devoid of detail, smooth as glass. The machine at the center is much larger then you would have expected, looking to be about 5 meters high, a collection of blocky electronics surrounding and attached to the ring structure by countless wires and cables. As you step in the ring suddenly rises from it's resting place, propelled on great mechanical arms, and rotates to face you before extending and lowering to the ground, settling into place inside a scaffolding near the machine.
Bishop nodded to Feyri as he hopped back into the elevator shaft and walked over to Charro, casually stepping on Mesk on the way over. He wasn't a doctor, but with a look at his vitals monitor that showed all those flat lines, whereas his was all spiky, he got the message pretty quick.
"Hate to say that I agree with the idiot, but it looks like the poor newbie is really dead. I'd check for a pulse, but the suit kinda makes that pointless. I'll get him out of the shaft."
As he was going to pick up Charro, Bishop paused and looked at Mesk.
"Suuure, I'll help you. Just like how you helped me."
Kick Mesk's leg back into it's socket and drag Charro out of the shaft. Feel free to walk on Mesk if he's in the way.
[med:4-1] You give Mesk a swift kick in the hip. He screams and rolls around in pain but it doesn't look like you've fixed the problem. You shrug and walk over to Charro, trying to lift him to the 5th floor door. [Str:4] You drag him across the room but can't manage to get him up to the ledge by the door.
((Nooooo! 
What a way to go... Not sure if malpractice or manslaughter.
"No! Not my doctoring leg! I'll never practice medicine again!"
That line made me laugh so very hard though, so 'twas worth it. 
))
Ah, you'll be fine, as long as someone drags you back up the ladder or something. I look forward to failed attempts and your corpse dragging people down to their deaths
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