You drift into awareness by fits and starts, and never quite arrive. Everything is blurry. Your mind is blurry. You upper body hurts. You can't feel your lower body. Everything is blurry.
It takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize you're chest-deep in garbage. You try to look around. When you move your chest, something moves in there. Everything is blurry. You try to move your mechandrites. Only two respond, sluggish as the rest of you.
You look around. You look up. You can't even the platform you started at. Everything is blurry. You've fallen far.
You grit your teeth, and brace yourself. It doesn't matter how far you've fallen. It doesn't matter that you can't move your legs. It doesn't matter that you can hardly think straight, that everything is blurry. You push with you mechandrites and pain roars through you. It. Doesn't. Matter.
You pull free of the pile, onto your arms. One almost buckles. You brace yourself, and force it straight. It holds.
A drop of blood falls from you nose. A second joins it moments later Everything is blurry. You brace yourself, lift your arm, and trace the trickle of blood. Up your nose, between the eyebrows. It ends in a hole in your forehead.
Lucky said:
1d100+10 (omake)=77+10=87, shell doesn't explode
You force you hand to stillness. It doesn't work. Everything is blurry.
But that doesn't matter. You mind will clear, or be cleared. You body will heal, or be healed. And. He. Will. Pay.
(Gained: Hatred of the unnamed Inquisitor.)
But first, you'll have to deal with the current situation.
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AN:You currently have lots of broken bones, mild brain damage (-5 to all rolls until healed), two working mechandrites, and a burning hatred for the fucker that threw you down some Hive shaft (That's the rolled 11. The other two were for Anna and Gene). I'd also like to remind you that Imperial tech the catch-all skill for any non-rare Imperial tech.