[Audio - because you don't need to see this sexy head wound he's sporting for fall - Prima's Temple

[rememberme]

[This consciousness thing was a bit touch and go, but after a few false starts -- at some point after the Acolyte had figured its job done, and toddled off -- Rung really wakes up. And probably for good this time... He hopes.]

I'm sorry this is curt, but please, if you are familiar with the ship the Lost Light or its crew, I urge you to come forward.

This matter is somewhat urgent.

Thank you.





(OOC| Tags when I get back from work. Sorry in advance if he seems a little short, he's kind of dealing with some stuff right now. Like his brain hanging out his head)

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[rememberme]

I think there may have been someone here, but I can't see them. They've gone now.
[Also my eyes are shot all to hell]

Perceptor, someone mentioned Ratchet. Is he here too?

[percept]

There is a Ratchet here, however he is from a different universe from our own. Do you require medical assistance?

[rememberme]

[He's just going to accept this multiple universe things for now. It DOES help that it's PERCEPTOR backing the theory.]

Yes. I've been seriously injured and among other things it's compromised my vision. Do you think you could find me? I could use a save.

[percept]

Are you able to send me your coordinates?

[rememberme]

I'm going to need a minute.

[A minute, and then 5 of its friends later and: Ping-a-ling-Location-Ping.
Voice much softer now, and with a particular distant quality:]

... Did it ..... go through?

[percept]

I received it. I'll be there shortly. Is there a medic on the way?

And then Ambulon whisks Rung away to Pharma's first. Oops.

[rememberme]

Yes, someone's coming. I'll be here.

[/disconnects]