RP: IPG [IPG Operators] Preliminary Affairs

"Situation... Demanded it. Sergeant Hadrian... Told us not to discuss... What happened... With others." Chandler was now being very confusing. There were several Hadrians in the Nepleslian military, the one he was mentioning could be any single member of the military, or not even in the military anymore.

Alaster watched Flins, and Chandler, shaking his head before walking over, and patting Cyrene on the shoulder and nodding.

"It would seem Ms.Veles, you've a sharp eye." He said, nodding to Chandler as he cleared his throat, and spoke aloud to Flins. "Sir, with your permission, I can run a search, and background for you on that name, if you wish." He offered.

Lenz shifted his attention from the delusions of grandeur that Chandler was having to what the two technicians were doing to help get him into the cumbersome and bulky Brtiva suit. He wasn't thrilled to be dropped into a quarantine zone and even less thrilled to be stuck on a planet with the cat girls running around it.

He saw Athrylis out of the corner of his eye and felt slightly sick to his stomach at the recollection of his nightmare. He had to figure out a way around the problem but he wasn't sure yet. It was still a puzzle he had to finish piecing together.

Well, Alastair didn't have to. Between increasing pressure on his collapsed head and pinned neck, Chandler couldn't hold back whatever secrets he had much longer...

"Sergeant Steven Hadrian. NSS Orion, Zeta Squad commander. Official regulator of Project Balder." Expecting something along the lines of 'What the hell is Project Balder?', Chandler continued explaining. "One squad of soldiers was culled from the worst murderers, psychos, arsonists and assassins of Nepleslia's underworld. They were implanted with mental inhibitors that held back all psychotic urges and would administer sedatives to the subject if necessary. It was an un-authorized experiment by a nervous captain of the Orion, led by Steven Hadrian. Sergeant Hadrian... My first commander... Swore us to secrecy before we were implanted. He... Died on Kennwes, along with all members of my squad."

Nelew watched the attending techie connect the various parts of the Britiva while listening to the strange conversation between Chandler and his superiors.

"Are there ways for a single person to remove and reassemble this armor?" she asked the techie after a while.