Not easily and not in the field still sounded as a better prospect for those people than "never", but even then...
Milno remembered he didn't examine the MkIII throughly as he wanted in the VR Machine, so...How about doing it in the field before trying it on the ship?
Examine the suit's systems and settings for anything new.
[Aux:3] You find nothing that you don't already know about.
"Oh shit, what the hell happened here? Don't answer that, I know what happened. It was rhetorical. Jim, cover me while I find out when this guy died."
Try to determine time of death. Anything else about his death too; cause, murder weapon, etc.
[Med:3+1]
You're no coroner, but this looks pretty fresh; none of the blood around here is very coagulated and it's still dripping off the table. As per cause of death, well it was either the decapitation or the massive groin to sternum gash and partial disemboweling; You're not sure which came first. The weapon, from what you can tell, was a cutting tool of some kind.
((You assume your eyes were closed?))
((Oh dear))
Did I..no, I couldn't of. But I have blood on my hands....
...
I killed more innocents, and it's all my fault again. At least I don't have the memories this time. The screams.
...
Why...why am I not a....drone? Does he just want to relish in my fear and distraught before nailing me?
...
My team. They didn't pick me up. They left me for dead. Abandoned me. Like my parents. They caused this. It was the most logical course of action at the time, and they didn't follow up.
Travis curls his hands
They were too busy killing civilians to help me.......
Travis checks his gun and its ammo count. He does a suit diagnostic, and if everything is operational, turns on all the default accessories (radio, wristpad, ect)
He takes the knife out of the chest and tosses it into a corner. He looks for some blankets/towels, and covers the bodies with them
Your gun is still fully loaded and your suit is functional, save for the outgoing radio, which is still locked. You wrench the knife free from the body at your feet and raise your hand to thrown it. But then you don't. You bring it back down and hold it in front of your face, looking at it. You stare into the blood, still bright red on the shining surface, almost glowing in the light of your helmet.
They left you to die.
You turn the blade over in your hands, feeling how comfortable, how comforting, it is to squeeze it in your palm.
They didn't help you.
You feel your heart beating faster as the gleam of the blade shines blindingly in your eyes, seeming to burn the image into the air itself.
These people could have been saved, if they had helped you.
You swing it, just once, just to see how it feels. It feels right; it feels like it was made for you.
People like them don't deserve to live. (I find it ironic Travis is all like' the REST of the team was too busy killing civilians' considering that he's slaughtered enough to fill an entire room on his own while everyone else has killed I think five combined, and of those at least two were accidents and one was to save a teammate. 
)
Jim waited by the door for Mesk to finish his examination, although he didn't see much point in it. How this person died didn't matter; catching whatever sick fuck cut them up for fun did. He had killed two people himself on this mission, sure, but he hadn't mutilated the body - beyond the first hit, anyway.
You tap your foot anxiously, waiting for Mesk.
Go inside, look around for people.
You take a look around. Yeah, there's someone: Specifically 5 someones all huddled in a corner. The entrance hallway opens into a living room to the right, and what looks like an entire family is currently cowering in one corner of the room, next to the tv.
Check the bodies for signs of life, then for cause and time of death. Search the house for a rope or something to bind the woman.
[med:2+1]
Uh, well they certainly seem dead. They've got a big o' gash in their neck, which isn't usually survivable. And time of death? Uh...well probably when they got that big gash in their neck.
The closest thing you find to rope is the draw string on some curtains.
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