[Munch's Master]

ooc: slaveless, hoep you don't have any problem with anything in my pst. If you don't want Molt to become so...robotic, then say so and i'll change it.
Dek turned to Slap briefly.
"Whichever you like, but I'd prefer if you helped me. Goresplatter doesn't seem to be in a critical state, as he is trying to subdue that Vykker X, but Molt here is badly hurt. My brief plan is that I'm going to remove his damaged eye, it seems too bad to repairproperly, although I will try. I'll attach one of the lenses fro mthe Bigbro mask to it and wire that into the nerves of his eye. With luck, he should be able to see through it, although posssibly only with night, infrared or thermal vision ,as they are built into the goggle so can hopefully be wired up to his optic nerves. For his arm, that's what the pants are for. I intend to use a similar system of surgery and wiring to construct him a mechanical arm. His arteries can be set on the road to recovery with some antibiotics, some anti-cholesterol medicine to clean them up, and a blood transfusion. So help me up until the blood transfusion, I'll need you to fetch a healthy and normal Slig for that, such as Arthur the Slig. I believe he's in the restroom. (Dek doesn't know he's gone to the cafe)"
Dek took a deep breath after that speech, then turned back to his patient. Adjusting his own goggles to magnify the wound, Dek opened Molt's eyelid gently, then placed the tip of a scalpel behind Molt's injured eye. He lifted it slightly to examine the wound, then gently scraped off some congealed blood with a second scalpel. His third hand was shining a small torch into the eye, trying to determine whether it could see out, while his fourth was holding a small instrument with a cupped end, touching and turning the eye carefully. Dek noticed some cut nerves. He'd have to remove the eye.