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

Athrylis looked at Chandler curiously. Forming the words in her mind, she came up with a reply. "Initiate Chandler, I too apologize for my reaction earlier, for it was going too far. I must say I am sorry," Athrylis said over the hum of the jeeps' engines.

She sighed as she waited for them to get going.
 
"It's nothing; I've been insulted worse by women before. Never threatened to be stabbed before, though." Chandler laughed, then swivelled in his seat to look in Athrylis' direction.

"Drinks on me, after the next mission?"
 
As the Initiates sat and conversed, the jeeps rumbled to life and pulled away from the medical facility. They drove quickly towards the massive spire of the Headquarters. After several moments, they pulled to a stop outside one of the large doors. A green arrow generated by the HQ's computer appeared and waited for the Initiates to get out of the vehicles before guiding them down to their barracks.
 
Chandler vaulted out of his respective jeep and yawned, waiting for the others before heading out. Mostly Athrylis, but everyone else was fine to wait for as well.
 
Alaster put boot to dirt as he got out of the jeep, and stretched his legs out slightly. He sighed under his breath and simply waited for the others before moving along.
 
The ride back to the citadel was spent surveying Nelew's surroundings, forming a map of the general area and where things were in relation to each other.

Upon arrival, Nel exited the jeep and immediately began walking toward the barracks.
 
Athrylis exited the jeep, striding across the open dirt toward Chandler. The jeeps had left before she could reply. "Initiate Chandler, I must respectfully decline the offer. I apologize." She prefered not to get drunk, if at all possible.

With that, Athrylis left Chandler and headed into the Barracks.
 
Lenz walked from the jeep into the barracks to locate his toiletry kit. He was tired and mentally drained from the day but he exhaustion did not out weigh his desire to not go to bed grimy, sweaty and funky. He didn't comment on his intentions to anyone but once he had his towel and his kit in hand, he exited the barracks and headed towards the showers.
 
Hatu made his way back to the barracks from his position in technical observation. He had watched most of the mission happen from his post, but did so silently on orders. Indeed the red eyed cyborg was walking with a smug grin, a little more of a grin than was necessary. He seemed to be happier about something else. However, before continuing, he stopped by the lab to grab his rolling workbox(something he kept most of his tools in), and then continued to stroll back to the barracks.

The Lieutenant burst forth into the barracks with a sort of fluid grace, his work box in tow.

"Hm! Tell me! How many initiates does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Indeed, five! One to screw it in and then all five to absolutely destroy it in a hail of gunfire! Wonderful job on the stealth mission, fellows!" Hatu laughed as he moved to his bunk.
 
Chandler twitched his eyebrow at Hatu. A casual observer would spot a large-knuckled, taut-muscled hand poised centimeters above the handle of one of the 10mm pistols.

"Stop patronizing me, techie."
 
"There was a breakdown in the operation that blew our cover. Less than brilliant, but there is no point in fussing over it after the fact. NNN gave us a cover story and there were no witnesses, so it might as well never of happened." Cyrene said quite flatly to Hatu, her knowledge of covert operations and information distribution clearly superior to her social skills. Noting the man's uniform and patches, the cyborg turned her gaze and stared sharply at Chandler.

"Hold your tongue, Chandler. He outranks you."
 
Chandler didn't avert his gaze, but his hands dropped to his sides, no longer hovering within proximity of the dangerous weapons at his hips.

"I wasn't going to do anything rash. I just wanna find a bunk and go to sleep. And the idiot-I mean, the Lieutenant-isn't helping with his patronizing remarks." Chandler said, dropping his stuff on one of the empty bunks.

"Now, goodnight."
 
Hatu stared at both of the intiate's who responded to his biting remark. He seemed to maintain his grin, something that oddly suprised even himself. Though, it seemed to flash more maliciously on Chandler than it did on Cyrene. He broke into a little chuckle, and raised a hand to both of them.

"Oh ho! I seemed to have earned your scorn. Indeed, I was being quite mean, I am sorry. At least one of you has the brains to understand the mistakes made." He nodded to Cyrene, his grin maintained, and then looked to Chandler. "Indeed, you have all have earned rest and slumber, but... heh heh..." The Lieutenant broke into a chuckle, "Hah... The kind of sleep you have, well... I can't guarantee! Hah hah hah!" Hatu broke out into a bit of laughter.
 
Athrylis listened to the argument about the semi-failure of the previous mission. She merely sighed and shook her head, before grabbing her hygiene items and headed out towards the shower. Afterall, she wasn't about to sleep still covered with blood, her own and various ID-SOLs, mixed with sweat.
 
Seated on the foot of her bed, Nelew was busy being still, her yellowed gaze locked on the wall in front of her...directly over Alaster's bed. He could put up a fuss when he noticed if he wanted to, she didn't care right then. The stillness barely lasted a few seconds before Hatu burst in. When he started jeering at the initiates, she noted it and made a slight change in her initial judgement of his personality: Not polite. Enjoys irritating others when they have failed.

"But destroying the lightbulb is counter-productive to the goal of replacing it. Were they under orders to destroy it afterwards?" Nel asked, looking at Hatu curiously.
 
"Oh, heavens no. They were so amazingly startled by the bright light emitted by the bulb, they forgot the original intention of the mission and just flushed it from existence. Simple?" Hatu tilted his head in a mocking fashion, yet still maintained a grin.
 
It is a metaphor, a word-picture. That is why Chandler reacted negatively, Nel realized. The Lieutenant must be expecting a poor reaction...so...

Nelew's face bent into a frown and she got up from her bed and marched up to Hatu. "It was only one initiate that was not expecting the light, Lieutenant. It was my fault the mission failed. So thank you very much for applying salt to that particular wound, sir." Then she turned and marched into the restroom, closing the door behind her.

Once inside, her expression returned to her normal flat one, and she looked in the mirror over the sink. The body armor was still on her, and included the blood and dust that the mission had dumped on it. She looked at it for a minute, then started removing the body armor, stripping down to the fatigues she had arrived in. Those were in much better shape, though still a little dirty.
 
"Mmm... That sounded as if it was supposed to impose guilt... Ha! Indeed, salt is quite the powerful character builder... Something I should keep in mind..." Hatu chuckled as he walked over to his own bunk, and began to open his workbox.
 
Chandler was now breathing softly into his pillow, spread out on top of the matress like a discarded ragdoll. In only a matter of seconds, he had fallen asleep.
 
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