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[Phantom]

>Whisper to Sergeant (Well sorry, but unless you were a goddamn South African in 2011 A.D. you won't understand any of the crap we do.)

>Whisper to Surgeon (Err, do you want anesthetics or Laudanum in case he wakes up? Or better medical tools? And maybe another trained medical assistant?)

[USEC_OFFICER]

>Whisper to Sergeant (Well. If you don't want the truth. Who cares? We are mages or some shit then.)

The sergeant growls, and turns towards his men.

Sergeant: "Damn it, stop whatever shit you're doing, and find this godsdamn ass-fucker!"

The soldiers, slightly confused, continue their search.

>Whisper to Sergeant (Well sorry, but unless you were a goddamn South African in 2011 A.D. you won't understand any of the crap we do.)

Sergeant: "What the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

>Whisper to surgeon (Errr This seems... Crude. What are his chances to live and will he still have all his mobility afterwords?)

Surgeon: "Crude? Bah, this is the most sophisticated tools and equipment in the world! As for your friend... I'll have to amputate his leg. And he'll probably no longer have the use of his left hand."

The surgeon muses for a bit.

Surgeon: "If he's lucky... He'll probably have a 50% chance of survival. That's assuming that he doesn't have thin blood."

>Whisper to Surgeon (Err, do you want anesthetics or Laudanum in case he wakes up? Or better medical tools? And maybe another trained medical assistant?)

The surgeon shakes his head.

Surgeon: "I do have the Tonic of Abedalatif. It should keep him asleep until the operation is complete. And I need no medical assistant. I'm quite competent by myself, you know."

[Criptfeind]

Riiiiiiight.

Who wants a competent doctor?

[Phantom]

>Whisper to Surgeon (Okay, scratch that, people where I live have a much better chance than 50%.)

Riiiiiiight.

Who wants a competent doctor?

That would be preferable.

[Criptfeind]

Fuck. We need to clean the SV and OTG first I think.

[Fayrik]

Wait, we've got over 50% of both and that's not enough?
If there's not enough there, that means we'll have to perform two successive cleanses.

[Fniff]

Whisper Sergeant (Ek het regtig soos jou hare! Dit is regtig goed! Ek stel voor haargel as jy dit wil hou soos dit!)

[Criptfeind]

Whisper Sergeant (Ek het regtig soos jou hare! Dit is regtig goed! Ek stel voor haargel as jy dit wil hou soos dit!)

veto.

[USEC_OFFICER]

>Whisper to Surgeon (Okay, scratch that, people where I live have a much better chance than 50%.)

The surgeon raises an eyebrow.

Surgeon: "And where, exactly, do you come from?"

[Fniff]

Whisper Surgeon (Don't ask, very long story. Now, have you heard of bionic appendages?)

[Sheb]

Whisper Surgeon (Don't ask, very long story. Now, have you heard of bionic appendages?)

Veto

That guy don't even know hos to fix a broken bone!

Whisper Surgeon (From the famous university of Xianpei, far to the East. Would you let us assisst you with some advice gleaned from our masters?)

[Fniff]

No, I was suggesting we give him a bionic appendage to attach to the amputated area, so we could save it.

[Sheb]

He wouldn't know how to attach it.

Honestly, telling him to clean his hand is a much higher priority right now.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Whisper Surgeon (From the famous university of Xianpei, far to the East. Would you let us assisst you with some advice gleaned from our masters?)

Surgeon: "Xianpei? Never heard of it. But, I suppose that if you could give me some advice, I might listen to it. Might."

[Criptfeind]

Oh.... Fuck this noise. Lets just dump a load of medical texts on him, and when he goes off to read them, we can make a REAL doctor.