Rider Logbook Entry

It's the type of story I've heard too many times. 

Medic loses their buddies in a conflict. Still has a knack for fixing people up, but they're shattered by the loss. Will do anything to save people. Usually you see those guys dropping into war zones with little but a ruck full of meds and a go-gettem attitude, not... this.

This man has undergone extensive alterations to his body. Some of it I understand; it's outside of my own specialty, but I've seen it done before. But everything to do with the myriad bionic implants he's got? That's beyond me, probably black market, definitely illegal. Spinal column and rib cage have been fused to some kind of sonic amplifier. There are lines circulating his own blood over the circuitry in some unholy sanguine cooling loop. And all of it terminates at what looks like a guitar, partially composed of organic material that... matches his own DNA.

I'm not sure I even want to know how this tech works, but what I know for sure is that it allows for an immense output of energy that directly stimulates wound closure and kickstarts the wounded individual's own biological healing processes. Half this guy's body isn't even in my field of expertise, so I had the guys over in R&D take a look at him to get a better handle on his situation. For all that they like to give me shit, they freaked out when they first saw him. We got it all figured out eventually, though: his setup's very similar to how our own healing drones work, but it's operating on an order of magnitude above our tech. 

Captain's orders say to get this guy ready to drop, stat. Gotta make him a jumpsuit, custom of course. Not just for his frame but the uh, extra attachments. I need absolute certainty that it cannot puncture. I'm afraid if this guy lands planetside with any breaches in that suit, I'll have to write his autopsy report. 

I was fiddling with his equipment one day, and out of the blue he pipes up. Don't think he'd ever said... squawked? more than two words before that.

''Would you mind if I played you something?''

I agree to it. I could use some music while I work, and it's not like he could use that guitar to explode the lab or anything.

It was the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. I was on my knees in tears by the time he was done playing. And best of all? This headache I'd been dealing with for days cleared up the instant I heard the song.

''You had some blood vessels in your brain that were about to... burst. The aneurysm would have killed you on the spot. They're all fixed up now, but could you please keep an eye on your blood pressure? So it doesn't happen again...''

I could hardly get my feet under me after that. My life could have been moments from ending, and he fixes it with a few notes on his guitar.

I don't think I need to worry about his qualifications, at least.