[h3][center] Eye of Hope Clinic, Georgia, USA 10:00 Hours[/center][/h3]

	The loud beeping of dialysis machine drowned the operating room. The patient, heavily sedated on a cocktail of opitaes and sedatives remained stable on the operating table as the lone surgeon delicately peeled back layers of tissue around a small incision on the lower abdomine. Swiftly, precisely, he brought his tweezers into the gap in this man's flesh and just as swiftly removed a splinter of metal which was then placed into a bloody tray filled with similar splinters with an audible tink. He then began replacing and stitching shut the incision before dressing the wound.

	The surgeon looked up at the operating mirror, a helm with sprouting horns and a horrowing agonized vissage stared back at him. White and purple scrubs that looked more as ceremonial robes adorned over the figures' towering frame. Then he looked down at his patient, one of many today with wounds that could not be explained by "falling down". It was not his place to deny those who came in need of healing, but he had his suspicions these wounds were gained in the service of rather wicked deeds. [b][color=92278f]"Hmpf. Enjoy this slumber while it lasts my friend, you will feel this when you wake."[/color][/b] Before removing his gloves and wheeling out the uncoisious man into a room lined with similar patients being tended by a Gennari in white robe-like scrubs and a small rebreather over his mouth.

	The masked medicine man walked down a hall turning into an adjoining office where two individuals waited. One a human man in typical army regailia, the other a Gennari militant with a mask much like his own, only it bore a stoic expression. The Gennari militant and the good doctor stood at attention and crossed their right arm over their chest with a thud. [b][color=92278f]"Kithil."[/color][/b] Spoke the doctor. [b]"Kit'mir Halthoth."[/b] spoke the Gennari soldier. They then placed hands on each others shoulders and knocked heads before returning to ease, then the thoughts of the two Gennari intermingled. This militant had been one he had saved during the invasion of their home world, though amongst the mountain of masks and gore the surgeon could not recall this Kithil. Then an image flashed in the doctors mind. The winter unending. It was time again to don the plate and raise the shield.

	The human miltant then spoke, [b]"We got a team we are putting you on. Get y'er holy arm'erments on. We're leaving in 20."[/b] The mans' eyes narrowed as he realized what was about to happen. The two Gennari Warriors swore in unison, their fists over their hearts, [b][color=662d91]"For Vathir Ho! For Coalition!"[/color][/b]