No such luck, buddy. Nautica poked around the common area briefly, finding no sign of her wrench (Spinister's was vastly inferior, gosh) before starting on the connecting rooms. Tarn's was the first she tried, and she stopped short in the doorway, horrified by his wounds. What could even do that to a mech his size and build?

"Tarn? Oh Prima, what happened to you?" Her wrench could wait. This was awful. Nautica almost ran up to the berth. She was either the best actor Caminus had ever produced, or genuinely distraught.