Soul seperated from the rest of the group and headed up to the medbay. He needed to grab a few things before going to his quarters and prepare for the next assignment, if his arm recovers in time. He wasn't tired like the rest of the team, but he was sore. The blood on his arm had dried and glued his shoulder to his robes. He had no doubts that underneath the expensive leather there would be a complete mess. Upon approaching the medbay and opening the door, he saw the Batarian from Alpha team, applying a lot more medigel to himself than was needed. Soul said no words, and walked past him, approaching a medical cabinet, in which the Batarian had practically emptied the entire medigel supply.
At least a nice supplement of medicloth, vacuum packaged fabric drenched in medigel, and standard dry bandages was there. It would have to do. Soul then walked over to the surgical tools drawer, and quickly found a skin welder, a small device that had the appearance of a stylis. He didn't bother to linger any longer, now having acquired the items he was searching for, and immediately left the room.
He arrived in his quarters, and locked the room behind him, as usual. He didn't exactly have an open door policy. He set his newly found items aside on to the coffee table of the 'lounge' like design of the room, and pulled off the leather cloak, tossing it on the couch. His armour, scarred from years of abuse, reflected the dim light of the surroundings. What you could see of his flesh was no better. His arms were a mess of ruined skin, stabs, slashes, gunshot wounds and burn marks. Those marks on his arms alone told a story of only some of his previous endevours. Soul's scalp, was different. It was as white and as smooth as a human baby's. A clear sign of level 3 burns and severe necrosis. His neck was more or less the same.
His face still masked, Soul took a seat, and began to tend to his wounds. First, dealing with the two holes in his right shoulder, cleaning off the blood and applying antiseptic with the medicloth, then closing the holes with the skin welder. The welder burnt the two sides of hole together, leaving a slightly pungent smell of burnt skin in the air. Soul's omni-tool suddenly lit up, displaying a message from Catherine, asking him to attend the debrief. He was quite puzzled as to why, and was considering ignoring the summon, but maybe Armstrong, his employer, demanded his presence.
Soul quickly bandaged up his shoulder, and threw on his cloak, he would have to tend to his right hand later.