[color=red]"I suppose you'd like me to adjust from repair to medicae captain?"[/color]  He only suggested it because he was the best medic the ship had.  He was responsible essentially for keeping everything running, including the people.  A boarding party was a risky endeavor and if some of the more trigger happy ship mates were going, he would expect to turn resources away from the sword class ship to mend their feeble bodies properly.  He turned off his data slate and requested for his data gear.

He had arrived at 'assault point 10/15' with his custom revengence grenade launcher and bangolier in his main limbs, the others moving about for functions checks and dedicated to fixing machines, people, and rending both.  He received a 'Scaredskin' from the resident xenos, a creature he would describe as a little too curvy.  Not even nature had such strange contours.  The insult of course, pretty much fell flat against his inorganic eyes.  [color=red]"Greetings Shipmate Laeveyla.  I do believe it's my primary directive to aid downed personnel so you can focus on not joining them."[/color]

After her declaration he moved to the rear of the group, his task was support.  [color=red]"Considering half life of primary make up or core elements,  I'll probably be functional longer then anyone on the vessel."[/color]  The techpriest seemed to add as a simple statement of fact.  [color=red]"But no favors needed.  I can just fix myself if required.  There is nothing that can't be resolved with the right amount of drugs."[/color] Speaking of, he checked some of the canister rounds, making sure there was a variety for most occasions.