[ 007 ] [ audio // common ] backdated to April 7th

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.

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[autodiagnose]

I shall be there shortly.

What is the nature of the injury?

[Not that it matters. But AMU can save a couple seconds getting the proper supplies ready.]

[bastardbytrade]

[When he answers, his voice keeps that same tone. Somewhere deep down there's a hint of relief at the ship having a medic of some form, even if it does sound... strange, but he doesn't let it show.]

Female ally got herself beaten up. Deep cuts all over her face, one over the left eye stretching from forehead down almost to her chin. Left eye seems useless.

[There's a pause while he frowns at his broken ally.]

I'm guessing a shit load more that she's not telling me about. Bruises and crap.

[phasebitchin]

[Instinctively, Lilith shoves his side. He might notice that since their little chase, she's been minimizing the use of her left arm.]

[bastardbytrade]

[He responds to the shove with a growl and a warning look. He's angry enough as it is without her provoking him further.

The comm meets his lips again.]

Looks like she's hurt her left shoulder as well.

[chopshopgoddess]

What happened to you?

[bastardbytrade]

Me? Nothin'.

Buddy of mine decided to take on a tank and got herself beat up.

[Mikaela might hear how incredibly pleased he is with Lilith's efforts. :|]

[chopshopgoddess]

Oh, okay.

[wait what]

A...tank? Ironhide?

[Yeah that's ringing across loud and clear.]

[bastardbytrade]

[Well shit. Seems there's more than one tank on board.]

Ironhide? Nah. Arbiter, if I'm guessing right.