Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
Several minutes passed and the dropship began to slow as it approached the Protectorate outpost. A heavy turadium blast door slide away, revealing the hanger within. Technicians were scrambling to push aside crates and tools so the dropship could land safely. Once it was past the blast door, the blast doors shut soundly. Even with it closed, it remained very cold within the hanger. This was both a necessity and unavoidable. If it were kept much warmer, the temperature difference would cause the entire base to crack. It would take considerably more power than the outpost had available to make that happen.
Once the dropship touched down, the loading bay door slid down to allow them to disembark. The soldier they had dealt with led the way down the ramp. At the bottom he flipped several clasps to unlock the helmet before removing it entirely. When he turned around, a near perfect image of the Lord Protector stood there to greet them. "Well. Now that we've got you here, we can head to the Commander's office to debrief or we can get y'all some rest and food. Your choice."
[member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Enya May"]
Once the dropship touched down, the loading bay door slid down to allow them to disembark. The soldier they had dealt with led the way down the ramp. At the bottom he flipped several clasps to unlock the helmet before removing it entirely. When he turned around, a near perfect image of the Lord Protector stood there to greet them. "Well. Now that we've got you here, we can head to the Commander's office to debrief or we can get y'all some rest and food. Your choice."
[member="Corvus Raaf"], [member="Enya May"]