Hope he doesn't start slapping you.
Yes, I guess Xan's new body allows him a more "hands on" approach. As is befitting to an organization with our name.
Xan stays relatively quiet for a bit, examining his new body. His attention turns to Flint after a few minutes, and he entirely ignores the hi-five.
"What has been done to me."
((I'm curious, do I retain my enhanced capacity Med bonus, or am I down to +3 now?))
((I think you do. Ask piecewise to confirm, if you want.
Also say which mission you want to go to if you want, to save time.))
"Ah, come on man, don't leave a brother hanging." Flint said in response to Xan's silence.
"Eh? Eeeh?" he added, lifting his hand higher.
When enough time passed to realised that there would be no response, he lowered his hand and waited quietly for his response.
When Xan's question finally came, he responded immediately:
"If you want the details, then I have no fucking clue. That stuff's really not my expertise. I'm just the idea man." His tone was now very serious and his eyes focused on Xan (not that he could see though the battlesuit, but he could probably sense it). The rest of his body remained still, facing Xan, except for whenever he moved his hands to add emphasis.
"If you want the short version however, then I had a good idea and I sent it to Heph. And then I got an interesting response back. I was told that you were lost in space. And that your rescue was not a high priority. And that if things got dangerous, you could be left behind.
Luckily for you, they contacted me. Looks like somebody there still likes you." he commented.
"So me and Pilot (another man who wanted to rescue you, like me) managed to... bend our orders and rescue you as soon as possible, despite the... reluctance of some of the others to risk their life for you, instead of waiting for a second shuttle to rescue you for which there was a chance it would never come."
"Now, however, there was another part on that message. For my idea to work, I needed the mind of a good medic. And I was told that you were the perfect candidate. And that both me and you would be afforded protection by... those with more power than the soldiers and the generals."
"So you were handed to the infirmary to be converted to the perfect medic, the embodiment of medicine, the avatar of the doctor god one could say, as was designed by me and implemented by... those better at this stuff than me. So now, you are able to heal others, as well as use your surplus of bodyparts to perform transplants that can keep people alive and functional. I don't know if they put any of the extra goodies I requested in you, like medical supplies and the necessary surgical tools to do your job (they seem to have altered my design a bit by making it a body instead of a suit like I originally requested, so I don't know what other changes they might have made), but we can deal with that later. Right now, other things take priority."Like figuring out if making the choices I thought were right for you without you was a mistake."So. What do you think?" Flint concluded, opening his arms with his palms pointed towards him, indicating he expected a response.
I told him the how, but not the why. Let's see how he responds to that.