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Scythe's Ghost dematerialized the Sprirt Blooms, and began to spin and whir like the freaky love child of a blender and a Rubiks cube. After a minute, a timer went off, and it spat out 3 small capsules.

"Ok Guardians, I've been able to make some combination painkillers/antibiotics. They should help Orkrim, for the time being."

Meanwhile, Scythe was busy rooting around in the rubble of the station. He eventually found some sections of pipe, some wiring, and some sheet metal. Lashing the pipes together and securing the sheet to the frame, he was able to make a travois big enough for the crippled Guardian. He used some saphire rope from his kit to make a tow line.

"Thanks Light Bulb. I managed to cobble together a sled to carry Orkrim, until we figure out our next move, anyway. We can take turns pulling him; I'll go first."