DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

"Calm down, we just were surprised, that's all. We won't let them get us, just... relax for now..." Michael nodded to Drake, uplinking his RIG's first aid unit with Drake's suit, administering some medigel from his own reserves to his partner's wound; Drake's suit immediately reacted to the compound and began regenerating his flesh wound, patched up the superficial one and repaired the techno-organic tissue of the RIG, "Stretch it out and try..."