((I'm going to dismantle some for loot if that's alright.))
Bishop looked at the maimed man lying on the ground infront of him for a bit before turning to the guys next to him.
"Right, do what you can for him. Judging by the coughing, his lungs must be screwed up bad. Stop the bleeding as best you can, that's what will kill him if his lungs don't first. But first, I need someone to check my rockets for leaks. They might have taken a bit of shrapnel and have a hole in the fuel tanks."
Have someone check my rockets for holes, as well as myself since I won't feel any. Then slice up some of those builder bots with my cutter for parts and put anything interesting looking in my pack.
Your teammates assure you that you have no holes anywhere in you, except the ones you're supposed to have. You shrug and move over to the nearest builder bot, still struggling along. You whip out your razor and begin cutting away.
[aux:6]
It's camera eyes stare directly at you as you cut away bits and pieces of it until finally it ceases to function. As you stand you notice that the other builder bots also seem to be looking at you.
((Dibs on being the distraction ))
Try to discern the direction the artillery barrages are coming from.
It seems to have come from vaguely in the direction of the center of the city.
Attempt to carefully wake Pancaek. Diagnose him, but don't treat him.
'Hey man, c'mon wake up now, we still need you on this mission. You can't die just yet, get up damnit!'
We need a medic over here!
(Don't feel like amputating his ribs from his torso, or something).
((Someone should go kick the crap out of those builder bots. Just for the lulz.))
((I, for one, strongly vote against that. Strongly.))
((Also, this is officially my last post before the weekend, I carry over my character To Zako and Pancaek.))
You give him a bit of a shake and yell at him till he stirs. As soon as he wakes he grips at his side and groans in pain.
Roger bandages Leon's crushed leg, then inspects him for other injuries. "Anyone have something like a metal rod or two?"
You don't have to be a doctor to see that bandaging his leg is going to be like bandaging salsa. It's not even really attached anymore so much as just loosely held on by bits of skin and muscle.
Cheack Bishops suit for holes then join him to see if there is anything to salvage from the bots.
"Bishop can you also get a few small plates of the stuff for me as well?"
Lacking a razor all you can do is scavenge some some bits from on the ground.
Somewhere in the extreme distance you hear something rumble, a crashing, crumbling sound like concrete crushing.