(( As far as I remember, Milno picked up my left hand. I'll just suppose he turned it in together with the rest of the artifacts/returned it to me at some point.))
Go to the infirmary and help Simus get there as well.
Steve, in case my severed hand is (understandably) no longer salvageable, can I have it enbalmed for me? It'd make for a charming pendant, don't you think so?
You proceed to sort of roll simus down the hall with your foot until you reach the infirmary and start yelling about being "Mr. Floppy" and "Oh god someone help us!"
>Embalmed? No. Freeze dried? Yessir. You get your hand back a bit later after having your entire arm and part of your chest put in a cast and your other arm equipped with a nice mechanical hand. The hand has been dehydrated and has shrunk down a good bit, turned gray and gone very brittle feeling.
>Simus
You watch as the doctors strip off your old legs and put on new ones, sleek black synthetic muscle ones with lovely unfeeling metal bones. They then knock you out as they dig through you, clearing up some minor internal bleeding and brain swelling. You wake up in the infirmary, in a bed near the front.
Bishop stepped back and looked over his work, nodding with a small smile.
"Not bad. Definately suitable."
Put my gear into storage, eat a large final meal and then go drag people who are doing shit all to stasis, then get in myself.
You put your gear in your locker and eat one last meal before heading off to get podded. You give a few of the other people a good slap to get them going.
Turn in artifacts, hobble to infirmary with finger.
You turn in your junk and head to the infirmary with your finger in hand. They reattach your severed digit and fix your reattached hand back up, improving on the field hackjob Maurice pulled off. One of your arms is now a little shorter then the other.
Alright, tomorrow evening if not sooner you guys are moving out. So do your things if you need to do them.