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RP: IPG [IPG Operators] (Insert Title Here)

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A voice crackled over the Crast's internal speakers. It was one of the pilots.

"We are now setting down at IPG headquarters. You may disembark when ready."

The cockpit door opened, Flins stepping out. His massive frame didn't do much to allow light back into the chopper's cabin. He said nothing as he walked to the door, hit a switch, and opened it, hopping out to the ground. He walked away from the Crast, turning and looking back at it once he had gone about 15 feet.

The area in which the chopper had landed was slightly different than that which they had departed from earlier. The IPG's monolithic headquarters tower was still looming, but it was in the distance, about a half mile away, vaguely illuminated by a number of spotlights from below. Even from the ground, the lights on the top of the structure used to warn aircraft were visible, even though the actual building's features gave way to darkness.

The chopper had set down near a much more humble structure, made of the same gray metal that the IPG seemed to absolutely love. A red, even-armed cross was painted above the large door, and illuminated by several lights.
 
Athrylis peered out of the Crast to see the red cross symbol. 'Medical assistance?' she thought to herself. If it truly were that, then she wouldn't need to bring the single box she'd carried out of the mission site, but, of course, with the IPG you could never really know right?

She hoped it'd be the former, before she left her seat and stepped out of the chopper, cradling her ruined arm. She stood a few feet infront of Flins and saluted.
 
Nelew's repairs finished just as the helicopter began its decent. "I'm fine," she said to Alaster in a very delayed reply to his question.

When the chopper set down, she got out after Athrylis and stood at mimicked her fellow initiate in saluting Flins.
 
Lenz unfastened himself from his seat on the Crast and simply vocalized his request as he emerged from the chopper with only his pack. "Sir, do you want us to take the recovered armaments off the Crast with us?"
 
"They're not gonna walk themselves out, sir." Chandler picked up his rocket launchers and GP-1, disembarked the chopper and threw out a quick salute before going to follow his initiates into the red cross-marked room.
 
Alaster came out of the chopper, a case of ordinance from the former house, now turned nuclear fall out and crater. With his other hand he grabbed his own launcher. The Initiate then moved away from the Crast.
 
"Many people are wary of bringing large amounts of explosive ordinance into a medical facility," Lenz replied gruffly, returning to Crast to retrieve his own recovered missile launcher paraphernalia.
 
Flins returned the Initiates' salutes, before looking to Chandler heading into the medical facility. "Initiate, return here, now. You will not be bringing those into that structure." He motioned over his shoulder towards a gray jeep approaching them. It stopped nearby and two men got out. "They will be the ones to collect the confiscated weaponry."

One of the men opened the back door of the vehicle before speaking, "Put the weapons in there, try not to blow it up."

As the men waited, Flins began again. "Initiates, we'll be commencing our debriefing in the medical facility. Once you have handed over the rockets, you may follow me into the building. The Captain then turned and disappeared through the door.

Inside the Initiates would find the immaculate white typical of most SMoDIN medical facilities, with plenty of bright lighting in a very long hallway. Flins had made his way to the 3rd door on the right and entered, leaving the door open so they'd know where he went. Inside were several white-coated IPG doctors speaking amongst themselves and with the Captain.
 
Athrylis nodded to Flins, before turning around and heading back into the Crast. There, she grabbed the lone launcher she'd taken from the site, and carried it out to the jeep where she carefully set it down.

With that done, Initiate Adair quickly headed into the facility, pausing a bit, wondering which way Flins had gone. Upon seeing the open door, Athrylis peered in cautiously, before entering and saluting once more.
 
Alaster walked over to the jeep, first putting his own launcher into the back, then set the crate down gently. Next he took the ammo strapped to the shoulder harness and added it to the pile. The Initiate then made a bee line for the medical facility, keeping quiet as he went.
 
Cyrene nodded to Flins and proceeded to the medical quarters along with the others. The extreme density of cybernetics throughout her formerly ravaged body meant that she would need extensive maintenance, which while largely reduced by the auto-repair systems in her body, would still need necessary check-ups every few field operations.

That would be in the ideal situation. She pondered to herself.

As it where, she had received heavy damage during the previous operation due to a moment of uncharacteristic carelessness. Though currently functional, she wouldn't be anything other than liability on the next mission if she didn't immediately seek repairs at medical facilities of the caliber SMODIoN could provide. Deciding to have the staff prepared to deal with her, she sent a message to the nearest free facility.

C.V. said:
Subject: Innitiate Cyrene Veles
Damage: Moderate, but potentially extensive in internals. External injuries minimal at this point. Please refer to augmentation architecture index, which is on the database.

I'm going to be there shortly.
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Alaster came up on Cyrene, and patted her gently on the back. "Do not worry Miss Veles, I am sure you will be fine." He said gently before moving off, and into the building, taking a seat, and waiting for everyone else.
 
Nel checked the Crast and made sure the rest of the confiscated weapons were loaded before following the others into the medical center, following Flins.
 
Lenz nodded as he carried his weapons over to the indicated jeep and carefully deposited them inside. He considered the pile and felt that it wasn't too bad of a recovery but... the mission was far from perfectly completed. He had no doubt in his mind that the debriefing would speak too highly of their jumbled execution of a covert operation.

He frowned as he followed the other initiates inside, trying not to look at whatever damage had been done to Athrylis. He was afraid that seeing the woman in pain would set him off somehow- he had to wait to see if Flins could give him more information about whatever might've been newly discovered about Mei and her whereabouts. It had taken all of his self-control to not leave Rok'Veru when he was first told of her disappearance to hunt her down but it was considerably wearing on him to keep his temper when he kept seeing his sister's doppleganger covered in blood just like his mental image of Mei was in his nightmares.
 
Chandler now stood by the door of the medical facility, watching his squadmates, when he saw Lenz's face somewhat twisted up.

"Yo, Lenz, you alright? You've looked wierd ever since Athrylis started off with that hooker plan."
 
"No, I am not alright. But it has nothing to do with Athyrlis," Lenz growled back, glaring at Chandler. "For some of us, there is so much more to our lives than what we appear to be or do. There is only a glimmering of something on the surface of water that runs so much deeper than you can understand or imagine. What we are here to do runs deeper and is much more important that it appears. It is not a game, these are lives, these are people and it is our job to remove them for the greater good. You'll understand that soon enough."

The short, irritated initiate waited for further instruction from Flins as he stood at attention- idly cracking the knuckles of his normal hand.
 
"Let me guess. This has something to do with a family member?" Chandler guessed wildly, still standing by the doorway of the medical building, arms crossed, feet out in front. He considered lighting one up, but thought against it- after all, he was in front of a medical building. Medical buildings have compressed pure oxygen. And pure oxygen burns, then blows up in a magnificent way.
 
Inside the facility, Flins finished speaking with the medical officers as the Initiates filed in. The room had been partially repurposed by the captain into a combination medical pavilion and presentation room. Several men wheeled in a large flatscreen television to the front of the room, in front of several chairs. The Captain noticed Lenz entering the room, and grabbed a manilla folder off one of the room's counters before walking towards him.

"Initiate, some news," He said as he extended to folder towards him, "I'd advise opening itside. Everyone else, take a seat, and we will begin shortly. Those of you who are injured, situate yourself on one of the beds."
 
Lenz held the manilla folder carefully as to not crush it as he took a seat. He nodded his thanks to the large ID-SOL Captain and sat in the nearest chair.
 
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