The hurting leaves little time for the healing.

Any random man of science can heal his allies - it takes a man with true grit to use science as a weapon. To rush in, ubersaw in hand, and slice up that heavy bowling through your team - when inferior medics are hiding behind the bulky classes, cowering in fear. It requires not just grit, determination, and a mastery of battle analysis, but also the capability to shoulder a heavy burden for the entirety of one's life - the burden of ingenuity. This consortium is composed of such brilliant men.

We are the collective Ubermensch... We are the battle medics.