[ The video flicks on to Perceptor, the junk pile behind him, looking... harried, to say the least. ]
I require a medic immediately, ideally one who is familiar with human anatomy. There has been an accident in the vicinity of the junk pile--[Hal is in the background of the feed, moving to the foreground as quickly as someone who is losing ridiculous amounts of blood can, and managing to look both in pain and exasperated. While he does seem mostly intact, the key word is mostly. He has two legs, his head, his torso, and his mechanical arm, but is decidedly lacking in the flesh-and-blood arm area. Instead, all he really has for a left arm is a bloody stump that starts at the shoulder joint.]I feel that this may not have happened if you had bothered to survey the area before deciding to practice your shooting skills.
survey the area before beginning. I always do.[ Perceptor sounds, besides slightly freaked out, a little offended. ]And yet here I am, missing an arm, and here you are not. [There is only one person allowed to be offended in this feed, buddy, and it ain't you.
Perceptor turns to Hal, frowning.]
I have already apologized profusely. One would have to ask why you were present inside
a refrigeration unit in the first place, but I feel that time is currently of the essence. We will need to terminate the bleeding before you exsanguinate. You are currently hemorrhaging at a rather prodigious rate.I was gathering supplies for a project of sorts. Food preservation. [Hal waves it off with his robotic, and thankfully intact, hand. The tip of his index finger splits and the plates slide down to reveal a small blowtorch-like tool.]It doesn't matter at the moment, and we lack the facilities at the moment, so I suppose cauterization will have to suffice.
I suppose it will. Do you require any assistan--[It's at this point that Hal's Sentinel appears from behind a mound of junk, laser charging, and--
Takes a shot at Perceptor. ]What are you doing?! I cannot take you anywhere can I?