03 [Audio//Common]

[sprayemnslayem]

[One moment Roland is at his workbench tweaking his turret and reaching for his tools, and the next moment a quarter of his room is gone...along with half of his left arm. Roland stares at his now bloody stump for a good six seconds before agonizing pain streaks up what's left of his arm

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[audio]

[phasebitchin]

Dude!

Dude, what!?

[Why, Lilith, a mite shrill today, are we?]

ROLAND, TALK TO ME!

[audio]

[sprayemnslayem]

My arm...

[He's speaking through clenched teeth as he tries to find something that could slow the bleeding.]

This boat took my arm. Went right through my shield. Get me a med kit.

[audio]

[phasebitchin]

Holy shit!

[BRB, Roland. Lilith is cutting off the link to scream a transmission of her own into the network.]

DECK TWELVE! GET US A FUCKING MEDIC, LIKE, YESTERDAY!

[audio]

[sprayemnslayem]

[You do that Lilith. Roland is just going to try tying a towel around his new bloody stump to keep from bleeding all over the place. It's kind of hard when you only have one hand left.]