It isn't long before they were delivered back to the base, though not to the command center.  Instead, they are given towels and clothing to change into (mostly sweat or track pants and t-shirts; most of the T-shirts have American flags or some sort of Patriotic message upon them).  Once everyone is out of soaked clothing, they are then delivered to a room with a projector.  It took about ten minutes for the Captain to join them.<br/><br/>“I have to say it again: good job,” he explains, “for future reference, your encounter with Hellhound has confirmed what our science department already had as a working theory; the core is both the energy production facility and vital organ of the unknowns.  That is to say that it is important to destroy them and that they are volatile in some situations, more review is needed but some cores may present an explosion risk.”<br/><br/>“The scientists can give you a run down of the less simple explanation later if you want one, but right now they're all over the remains of the unknown figuring out every last thing they can about it.”  He sighs.  “Are there any-”<br/><br/>At that moment, a tall and imposing figure in a black uniform walks in.  Underneath her white officer's cap is a wild mane of lime green hair that definitely doesn't fit military regulations.  Her buxom figure is well contained by her uniform, at least.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, Captain, am I interrupting?” she says.  It doesn't take longer than a moment for the pilots to recognize their 'audio only' contact from the battle.<br/><br/>“Good morning, Commander.  I was just asking if the pilots had any que-”<br/><br/>Following a few steps behind the Commander is a caramel skinned young lady dressed in well worn jeans and a flannel shirt that goes nearly to mid-thigh on her.  The boots upon her feet are well stained with both dirt and mud alike.  She glares at the Captain, before looking away and folding her arms over her chest.<br/><br/>He forces himself to straighten up upon seeing her and looks out at the pilots.  “You're dismissed, pilots.   I'll answer questions another time.”<br/><br/>With that, the Captain removes himself faster than anyone else could have hoped to.<br/><br/>“What a troublesome man,” the Commander says, “I guess I'm taking over the question and answer segment.  I'll be holding it simultaneously with brunch.  Come with me.”<br/><br/>Brunch turns out to be a variety of breakfast food (curiously with chocolate milk and water as the only beverage choices) in a close by cafeteria.  The unknown young lady tries to leave, but the Commander doesn't have to argue too hard to get her to agree to a free meal.<br/><br/>“To begin with, I know all of your names, so I will tell you my own: I am Commander Lissa Edison.  I know most of you aren't military, and you need not stand on ceremony with me so long as you continue performing marvelously.”  She offers a pleasant smile after everyone is seated with their food.  She eats almost mechanically, cutting about the same size of pancake or sausage each time.  It leaves her with very little in her mouth when someone asks a question, at least.