Drakador_Chaos
Right after their craft comes to a stop despite the sensors showing there is nothing inside, Mainframe retrieves full control of the craft and calls back Galar to the cabin.
"Galar, i have control, come back here."
"Galar?"
"...roger that, you have control."
"Yuki?"
"Hm?"
"Make a mold for our guest to hold his arm, correctly that is."
"Aye."
"Roger that, you have control."
Alone in the cockpit, Galar closes his eyes and retrace on what happened just now, the light, the overwhelming optical stimulations, and the mass of conflicting errors...he has experienced similar events before, one happening in a place that absolutely does not correlate with this world, and where this "Galar" became what he is now... but the entire...assembly of the event, feels drastically different from what JAM/he did...
Sitting back up straight, he looks at the display on the console, with a remarkably long string of question marks at the bottom.
"I know, I know, no need to worry, just treat if we are dealing with JAM again...any clue of our status?"
A short pause, as even an advanced AI needs some time to compute the estimations for such a scenario.
Craft integrity: Normal
Controls: N/A
Surroundings: Nil
Now checking systems...
"Nah, Mainframe will do those, hows's the cabin?"
System check halted
Cabin structure: Normal
One wounded detected
"huh...even though i highly doubt Mainframe will let me fix the guest my way...eh who knows, see you later, Yukikaze."
...
Good luck, Lt. Fukai
"...call me Galar next time, good luck to you too."
Leaning back on his seat, he gets dumped back into the cabin as the ovoid cockpit unit just slides back and turns a 180 to empty its content.
"ow ow ow..."
"Stop pretending, you can shift into liquid form if you want."
"tsk...you are no fun."
Standing back up immediately after planting face-first on the table, Galar looks around the chaotic cabin. furniture and cups lying everywhere except the middle of the room, Yuki busy molding a piece around Hal's broken arm, helping to fixate it to a better angle, and Mainframe still casually sitting on the sofa.
" Say, what do you want me to do? Obviously, you call me back for something, right?"
"Not so timid anymore eh?"
"...just say it already."
"Ok, I want you to go out and scout for us, sensors are probably all fried so we need some optical confirmations."
"hm...and permission to split?"
"Granted. we need you after all."
With a subtle sigh, Galar divides into two copies of himself, albeit smaller and younger than before. They look at Mainframe, then towards each other.
(Galar 1)"So... you or me?"
(Galar 2)"Lets decide by rock paper scissors."
1d3=3 (Scissors)
1d3=1 (Rock)
Galar 2 wins
"Well then, farewell and godspeed to you."
"Likewise."
The small Galar on the right simply dissolve into a puddle and seeps into the edge of the room, while the remaining Galar jumps down from the table and sits on the floor. Yuki's makeshift metal arm sling is almost finished as well, with a bit more final touches.
"Just notify me if you want to move or remove it, i will try and not crack any more bones."
Yuki says it jokingly, perhaps trying to lighten the situation.