Dr Fields<br/><br/><br/>"Stand down, candidate Seraph. The training exercise is over."<br/><br/>With that, yellowy-orange barriers swooped up and around the combatants. More medics and nurses rushed into the arena, phasing through Dr Field's barriers as he let them. No one announced a result, either a victory or loss per se, it would be upto the students to assess how they felt it had gone, both with themselves and within their teams. They would get individual performance breakdowns in due time. However, right now...<br/><br/>"This will be a...an unorthodox request. We don't normally push our candidates through such rigorous training regimes, but it appears teams F, G and H have performed the best today, and for that reason, we are sending some of you on a mission. Your first mission. You will get a full briefing in due time, but for now, I would ask that all conscious members of team F assemble in team G's quarters instead of their own, it will make my briefing a lot easier. Grab some food whilst you're there, I shall be over in twenty minutes."<br/><br/>With that, Dr Field's nodded at his pad, and hoved back down onto the ground, the yellow-orange barriers around the arena dissipating. He met with a handful of other white-cloaked staff, all looking very important, and melted off into one of the admin buildings.