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

Lenz returned to the room and gathered a large helping of the food that had been brought in for them. He settled back in his chair uncomfortably as he started to eat with a hand crudely wrapped in a lightly blood stained handkerchief. He looked a little pallid and drained but it was most likely a result of the adrenaline from their mission having finally cycled out of his system, leaving the short initiate finally feeling the exertion of the day.
 
Chandler stirred at the smell of foot, turning in his chair until he found the source. Eagerly, he grappled a plate and started eating.

In one mouthful, however, he looked up to take a drink and saw Lenz's lethargy, and the bloodstained hanky. He called out from across the room.

"Yo Lenz, you okay?"
 
"It's been a long fucking day and not all of us can sleep at a drop of a hat. Having an adrenaline crash, it happens. I'll survive," Lenz grumbled back at Chandler with a mouthful of food. He didn't seem to care too much about his hand or cared to explain it, his main priority right this moment was eating.
 
"You sure you alright man? You look a bit shell-shocked. What did you do, run into a door or something?" Chandler said nonchalantly as he sat down nearby.
 
"I fucking worked a mission, how the fuck is that so god damn hard to understand? I'm fucking tired, get the hell off my balls, and leave me the fuck alone or I'll find the energy to shove your head up your ass," Lenz snarled back at Chandler. He glared at Chandler but didn't reach for his service pistol.
 
"Whoa, okay, whatever. God." Chandler stood- leapt, almost- back from his seat, his booted feet squeaking over five feet of floor, putting as much distance as possible between him and the agressive Neis.
 
Alaster soon came back in, a plate in his hands. He also had two bottles of water. The large man seated himself right down by Lenz, as if the smaller man's mood didn't bother him. He took one of the bottles of water, and placed it by Lenz.

Alaster soon popped a small bite sized piece of fruit into his mouth, chewed and swallowed. "I have to say, that was the first time, I have ever point blanked anyone with a rocket launcher before." He mused before munching on a cracker with cheese now.

"And he managed to survive afterwards." He tsked.
 
In the back of the room, the medics were quickly cutting into Cyrene as the cybernetic techs worked on Athrylis, measuring her stub as well as keying in some information to a datapad. Judging by how fast they were working, it didn't look like it would take very long for them to finish.
 
Lenz watched Chandler retreat and looked at Alaster appraisingly as he picked up the bottle of water. "..Thanks. He was a tough, belligerent bastard. His guards were almost as long lived," he commented thoughtfully as he opened the bottle of water and had a couple of sips. "That mission could've gone more stealthy... we've got to work on subtlety, eh?"
 
"Can't go solving all of our problems by blowing the poor bastards up with rockets can we?" Alaster asked good naturedly. "But yes, we need to. Considering we all have different job backgrounds, and handle things differently...it'll take some time. But I believe we'll get it done."

He placed a bit of fruit on a cracker next, and a piece of cheese as well. "All things considered though Lenz, we pulled through with no casualties which is the main thing." Alaster noted before popping the morsel in his mouth.

"But...I have to admit." The Initiate said as he opened his own bottle of water. "Justice was served, and he got what was coming to him. That and a nice cold beer after a mission"
 
"Most of them are a little more subtle but the effect is the same," Lenz grinned as he munched on a couple pieces of broccoli. He washed the greenery down with a swig of water before he responded to Alaster again.

"True, I've seen worse results with rookie cops at a traffic stop. But eh, I've never really liked beer. Never been my thing to go drinking with the guys after our shift. But... aside from training, I didn't really get out much," he replied with a thoughtful expression that wasn't quite a frown or a smile. Or... going to see Mei dance at recitals... His brow furrowed as the recognition of the situation struck him again and he accidentally crushed his water bottle, sending water all over his lap.

He scowled as he stood up. "Great. Towels, where do you think there are some in here?"
 
Alaster listened, and blinked when Lenz crushed the watter bottle. The Initiate maintained his good natured look as he emitted a 'Hmm' sound as he thought before speaking.

"I didn't see any around nearby, but I'd suggest asking a nurse, doctor or tech. They would know for sure." He suggested as he took a sip of his own water.
 
After watching for a few minutes, Nelew stood and approached one of the medics attending to the injured initiates. "Is there anything I can do to assist you?" she asked, tilting her head a little, still watching the operations.
 
Chandler quickly finished his skidding retreat and recovered from Lenz's rebuke, his stomach growling louder than his conscience. He quickly snatched up as much food as he could fit on a plate and sat down somewhere off to the side, laying into the food with something barely short of agression. It was like a caveman eating a leg of mammoth meat- brutal but effective.
 
One of the medics darted his eyes up at Nelew, although his hands kept busy with their work on Cyrene.

"No, thank you Initiate."

His eyes went straight back to his work.

Flins entered the room, holding a large, dark bottle of what appeared to be wine in an ice-filled bucket. Behind him, an IPG staffer entered, a tray of ornate glasses in his hands. The men set their cargo on a table, and the other man left. Flins looked to the Initiates.

"Grand Veles sends a gift to the survivors of their first missions. It was grown and made on a small grape farm we acquired with the Campus. Enjoy."
 
Nelew nodded to the medic and returned to her seat. While she had been talking with the medic, her cold eyes kept looking over at Lenz, watching him steadily for three seconds each time he yelled at Chandler. His outbursts repeatedly caught her attention by reflex, but she finally adjusted to ignore him visually and just listen.

After returning to her seat, a survey of the food present on the table made Nel realize that she had used a substantial amount of energy in the mission. Not much, compared to the energy output that she had been tested at, but it was habit to keep her energy reserves "topped off, just in case". And the repairs had created a notable drop in her matter reserves, in addition to the energy taken to perform them. She stared at the meal a moment before getting up and piling some on a plate for herself, then returned to her seat and consuming it in her steady, methodical way. It was swift, but not as messy as Chandler's eating. And each bone of the several pieces of meat was thoroughly cleaned of eatable material.
 
Lenz made an attempt at a smile, it was generous of Veles to send wine but he personally had no desire to drink any of it. For now he made his way back to the bathroom and tried to dry out his pants with paper towels. It took a few minutes but he finally returned to the main room and inwardly sighed as he looked at the case.

"I guess we should take advantage of such an offer, it will probably be rare that any of use will get the chance again to have any sanctioned alcohol and a small glass couldn't hurt. Alaster, you want a glass of this stuff?" Lenz offered as he very carefully and gently picked up the wine bottle from the ice bucket. "How about the rest of ya?"
 
"Depends. When you're done, are you gonna break that bottle and try to kill me with it?" Chandler said, pushing himself out of his chair.

"Or can I just enjoy my drink in peace?"
 
"Depends on if you act like an ass," Lenz retorted. "I doubt Veles would appreciate me killing you with his gift to us for completing the mission but if you want to drink it out of an IV, keep going, don't trouble yourself on my behalf." He uncorked the bottle and carefully started pouring the wine into the glasses on the tray. "We're already in the hospital so it'd save the EMS the trip."
 
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