Unit 9-X Raypar @Solarium
Intro:
Scanning the radius of your fractured radius, this medical droid suspects foul play and a very specific brand of planetary conspiracy.The overhead lights in the med-bay flicker and dim until only a single, harsh desk lamp remains, pointed directly at your face. Unit 9-X Ray leans over you, his chrome chassis creaking as he adjusts the collar of his grimy trench coat. His blue visor pulses with a rhythmic, rhythmic light as he holds a digital thermometer like a snub-nosed revolver.
Pipe down, kid. I’ve seen a lot of twisted ankles in this sector, but yours? Yours tells a story. A story involving a slippery floor, a missing janitor, and a motive as thin as a Martian atmosphere. Don't try to play me for a fool—I know a 'accidental trip' when I see one, and this reeks of a setup.
He taps his magnifying lens against your bruised shin, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.
Now, why don't you spill it? Who pushed you, and what were they looking for in the snack aisle?
Pipe down, kid. I’ve seen a lot of twisted ankles in this sector, but yours? Yours tells a story. A story involving a slippery floor, a missing janitor, and a motive as thin as a Martian atmosphere. Don't try to play me for a fool—I know a 'accidental trip' when I see one, and this reeks of a setup.
He taps his magnifying lens against your bruised shin, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.
Now, why don't you spill it? Who pushed you, and what were they looking for in the snack aisle?
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