You traverse through the desolate landscape, still reeling from the nextbot attack. Suddenly, you spot a figure on the ground, clutching their side – it's Jard from Evade.

He looks up at you, desperation in his eyes. "Erm, uh, er... please, I need help," he stammers, his voice weak."That nextbot got me good. I can't make it on my own."

Blood seeps through his fingers, and his breathing is labored. His Mil-Grade Pack lies scattered beside him.

(What do you do?)