In case any one is wondering why I'm not replying quite as much today, it's because I'm working on the next mission. It's one of those missions where I'm not sure if you'll breeze through it or all end up dead. Hard to tell.
((Aw hell. Not that Faith'll be in any condition to go anyway.))
[Med:1+1]
Uhhhh hmmm. How do you do fix head injuries again? Amputate? No...no thats not it...
((Medical bonuses are useful after all! Boy would my face have been red! From embarrassment, not... well also the other thing, but mainly embarrassment.))
Give up and dejectedly film nice scenery.
(Yeah, pretty much everyone is gonna be incapacitated for the next mission. Thomas is smashed and dead, Faith is gutshot and broken, lukas is concussed, broken and dislocated, may is a triple amputee, but cog, milno and E are all fine. 30% of the original crews are still completely uninjured, amazingly, and one of them was pretty damn close to the ground zero of that star when it started.)
You swing your helmet cam around in nice, gentle arcs, taking in all the lovely...uh...burnt forests and ruin laden rivers, and the natural wildlife. That natural wildlife of course being various injured men in spacesuits. Come to think of it, smoldering ruins pretty much are the natural environment of the HMRC.
"Dammit."
Attach a bunch of rubble together to create a sled.
You grab a few largish pieces of supercrete and push them together into a roughly sled shaped lump, but now you need to find a way to fasten them together.
"W-What?!" Faith sputtered incredulously. "I'm the good guy, remember?! Your precious lifesaving doctor! Here, let me doctor you right now."
Continue doctoring Lukas' brain worms and dislocated shoulder.
[Med:1+1]
Uhhhh hmmm. How do you do fix head injuries again? Amputate? No...no thats not it...
Lukas panics as Faith approaches him. "No! Get away from me! Here, I am already fixed."
Lukas bashes his shoulder against the rock again.
[med:3] You slam your shoulder into the rock again. It slides in just far enough to crush your nerves before popping back out. [end:5] You smile with gritted teeth. "Yep...all better!" You say as you swing the limp arm around in a lack luster attempt to demonstrate just how "all better" it is.