[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]

Any of the medical staff. I--
...
It's urgent.

[This entire post has pretty much just be Rung bleating for: Ratchet, Ratchet, Ratchet, has anyone seen Ratchet, I need Ratchet, please call me Ratchet, Ratchet I'm your biggest fan, Ratchet will you sign my fender, Ratchet look at this picture I drew of us riding a horse together. Shirtless.]

[voice] -> [action]?

[docbot]

Slag, mech, if you needed medical attention, you should have said so right off the bat! I'm a medic-- let me know where you are and I'll be there as fast as I can!

[ He's already prepping to leave, neglecting to give his name because he's in a rush. ]

[rememberme]

[After a stall a set of coordinates are sent over]
My location. And thank you.

[docbot]

On my way. Not a problem.