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

Lenz relented control of the bottle to Chandler and took two glasses before returning to his seat beside Alaster. He offered the man a glass, with what was probably a smug grin. "Here, you wanted cold beer... but you get wine instead. I guess this is a level up for you."
 
Alaster snorted, but took the glass before swishing the contents, and sniffing. "I suppose so Lenz." He said in good humor before taking a sip of it. He tasted the wine before swallowing, and smacked his lips. "Hmm, sweet."
 
The medics finished on Cyrene, their work having been very quick for such an extensive undertaking. As they sewed the cyborg's flesh back together and left, the cybernetic experts finished their construction of a new hand for Athrylis, and were mounting it quickly on the old stub.

"It should work. Try it out for several days and tell your Captain if it is not working for you."
 
"Yes Sir. I cannot express my gratitude for the aid you have provided me," Athrylis thanked the medical officers that helped her. The arm looked right at the very least.

She stretched her hand out in front of her, wiggling her fingers and just overall testing it out. The initiate stood up, seeing that the arm seemed to work. "Again, I can't thank you enough."
 
... Even if it didn't hurt, his hands seemed too cold. But at any rate, I should see about eating something and recharging until our next op... Cyrene thought to herself, standing up to flex her artificial muscles. She moved to check on the other initiate who she had taken rounds for earlier and cocked her head to the side curiously, unsure exactly of what so ask. So she used the most familiar manner of asking how she was going to her.

"Physical status, Athrylis?"
 
"This seems to be functional," Athrylis replied, as she continued to do a few movements with her arm, "and disregarding minor cuts, I am well."

Initiate Adair then took a moment to look over her comrade. "Have you recovered as well?" She hoped Cyrene was better, since Athrylis' mind still kept wondering to her failure to aid Cyrene sooner.
 
"Well that's... good... to hear." Cyrene answered with some hesitation, placing her left elbow in the grasp of her right hand. She wasn't particularly great at at communication, but could at least muster some measure of approval with the word 'good'. The cyborg checked her internal systems quickly before finishing her reply. "The external damage fixed itself by the time we returned. My internals were more seriously damaged, but my armored skeleton rendered the damage to my organs minimal. I should be ready in time for the next mission."

Cyrene paused for a moment, and noted her energy reserves were getting a uncomfortably little past her half-way mark. She peeked at the other initiate curiously. "Will you be having something to eat?"
 
Athrylis nodded. "I am glad you are well." She paused for a moment. "I'd like to express my appreciation for helping on our last mission," she blurted out rather fast. It felt rather unusual to her to be thanking someone.

She quickly moved on in topics. "I shall probably get food." Better to have food now than to be starving in the middle of a mission.
 
Finishing her food, Nelew disposed of her plate in the appropriate manner and looked around for a moment.

Her injured teammates were repaired while the others were eating and drinking. She herself had finished replenishing her matter supply, and nothing was coming to mind when she considered conversing with any of the others. Lenz was still touchy about the subject of his sister, and there wasn't much she wanted to find out about the others. Anything concerning their abilities would be noted during the training tomorrow, and personal history was not priority information at the moment. So the initiate approached Flins and stood at attention.

"Sir, if there is nothing else, may I return to the barracks?" she said, her voice normal, almost monotone, and without the gusto usually associated with requests made of superior officers by military personnel but with her eyes forward and her posture straight.
 
Chandler awakened slightly and stood against the wall, bored horribly. Eventually he just decided that he should just screw the whole thing and go to sleep.

SO he did just that- he fell asleep right there, on his feet, his eyes half open.
 
Lenz tried very hard to not make a face as he slowly drank the wine, definately not accustomed to the taste of anything alcoholic. He looked around at the others as he worked his way through his cup. "So what now?" He said gruffly in wonder of the leisurely time.
 
"I'd suggest we rest up." Alaster said as he toyed with his empty glass. The man sat it down and sighed. "We'll likely have a long day."
 
As the non-Initiates left, Flins looked to his subordinates. "You are now free to return to the barracks. You have one hour before lights-out. There are two jeeps outside waiting to take you back to the Headquarters building. They will wait for ten minutes."

The Captain left the room and headed outside. He entered one of the vehicles waiting, which quickly pulled away for the massive citadel that housed the command structure of the IPG.
 
Chandler was sleepy. To say just that, however, would be an understatement; actually he was dead tired. And, strangely, he didn't know why. So when he was relieved, the Initiate gladly took up the offer and walked ou, jumping into the un-occupied jeep.
 
After finishing her brief meal, Athrylis left the facility and headed to the jeeps. She entered and sat down in the jeep without Chandler, prefering not to get into a disrespectful mood again. She was in a decent mood, and prefered not to spoil it or just disgrace herself by sinking to a lower level.

The initiate was still flexing and moving around her arm idly as she waited, still looking for any kinks or problems. Better to find them now rather than in mid-mission.
 
Lenz eased himself up from his seat and walked outside towards one of the jeeps. He entered the jeep and settled into one of the seats, waiting for the others to join him to leave.
 
Nelew followed everyone out once permission to leave was given, but stopped when she saw the two jeeps.

Which one should she pick?

One jeep would have been fine. Three jeeps would have seen her choosing the middle one out of a pattern tic that she had developed. Two jeeps made her freeze.

Then a mental count of the people heading back gave her a point of decision. There was an even number, including herself, so she waited until everyone had boarded their vehicle and picked a seat in the one with fewer occupants.
 
Chandler was almost asleep when he saw Athrylis walk out of the medical area. 'What was it that I wanted to do when I saw her?'

And then it hit him.

'Oh, right.' He turned lethargically in his seat and called out to his squad-mate.

"Yo, Athrylis! Sorry about being such a cockbite on the mission, it's just that I'm worried about you guys, y'know?"
 
Alaster finished his own cup of wine before placing it on the table. The man emitted a yawn, covering his mouth as he did so as he walked outside. Upon spotting the jeep, he climbed into a seat.
 
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