Turn 9: 1st Squad

[Medic Guy]

Clint took Morse's orders to watch their rear to heart and then heard the commotion as Paulson and Davros tried to deal with the corporal. Knew there's something bad about this place...we gotta get the fuck out of here he thought. He started panning around the room and tried to listen hard to the motion tracker Paulson had on.

He hurried over as Morse dosed himself with the sedative that Davros gave him and tried to help the medic get Morse sealed back up. "I think we should flexcuff his hands in case he comes to again and is less cooperative than just now. Paulson how's the motion tracker looking?" Clint pulled a pair of flexcuffs and slipped them over Morse's wrists and cinched them up a bit. "Once we figure out where we're going, I can carry him on my shoulders. But that leaves just the two of you readily available for combat, unless you got some kind of portable stretcher in your gear."

This mission is sliding into bad territory, we really need to get off this ship. his mind processed as all of this was going on. He swept his eyes over their surroundings once again, looking for the monsters that inevitably followed them across the universe.

<tag Davros and Paulson
<scan for two, help Davros for two, cuff for one, scan for one


OOC: sorry yall mix of work and personal stuff. Hope everybody's doing well

[eyeball]

Paulson swept with his motion tracker again hoping he had not been too distracted and missed something approaching, his suit had been bothering him too, as it seemed to be other team mates, but he felt ok now he hoped that was a good sign.
he picked up the id morse had found it was a captains card, surely this would open up the terminal he had been looking at.
<use motion detector >
use card on terminal if motion detector clear>