daisy023: (Gone)
PLNB Transmission AA001R-XX
Encryption Code: BETA-SHIFT-ALPHA (UNCLASSIFIED)
Public Key: OPEN
From: CHIEF PETTY OFFICER DAISY SPARTAN-023
To: BLUE ROGUES (OPEN TO PUBLIC)
Subject: DEBRIEFING OF JUNE'S DRAFT
Classification: PUBLIC // EYES ONLY
UNCLASSIFIED

Security Override: None

/File Extraction Reconstitution Complete/
/Start File/



This article is concerning the events of the draft from June 3 to June 6 onwards, on a training site established by the Third Party Cult, and to give to the residents in general a report of the events surrounding the battle. While this report was written initially to my unit, I'm leaving this report open for viewing for the non-drafted as well.

Much of the information regarding the draft has been varied, so I will offer a first-hand account and a general report gathered from both the battlefield and the journal logs for everyone to read, and prepare the residents for future battles we may be sent to later.

CPO SPARTAN-023
0800 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti.



::[ DRAFT OF JUNE | WRITTEN BY SPARTAN-023 ]:: )

CPO SPARTAN-023
Office of Naval Intelligence (Section III)
0900 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti


/End File/




((OOC: Forgive the second Teal Deer! Anyway, I know Helios and Kain were killed in action, though I remember there was a third dead guy. If there wasn't, or if the number is incorrect and there were more, please tell her!))
daisy023: (Serious)
[There is no hesitation once the voice transmission begins. Her voice is solid, almost commanding.]

This is Chief Petty Officer Daisy SPARTAN-023.

This is a quick guide for anyone entering battle. I apologize if this guide is not as throughout as it should be, but the quicker we get to plan things out, the less casualties we'll have there. I'll be taking a defensive role in this battle, and do what I can to be with those that may be unfamiliar with the environment, or are simply not combatants, but that will not be an excuse for you to be foolish when we get there.

A jungle is an environment that is host threats not only relating to the Third Party, but to fauna, and even the vegetation, where the unexperienced person may have a hard time adapting to. So if you're not familiar with rainforest and jungles, read this.


:: [ A GUIDE ON JUNGLE SURVIVAL | WRITTEN BY SPARTAN-023 ] :: )


Above all, use common sense and caution. The jungle is a hostile environment, but it can be used to one's advantage if you know it well. Even against our enemies.

Good luck, everyone. SPARTAN-023, out.

[True to her word, at the end of this transmission is the Army FM-90.5. I'm not putting the link because, while it's obligated reading for anyone into Basic Training -probably qualifying as Free Public Content-, I'm not sure if it would be allowed by LJ TOS... But other than that, you can search it on google, and pretend Daisy put it in here.

UPDATE: Link seems not to violate LJ TOS, so here it is. Have fun, it's a pretty throughout read. Your characters will need that info!]



[FILTERED TO VALVALIS] )

[FILTERED TO THE BLUE ROGUES] )
daisy023: (Thinking)
This is Spartan TwentyThree.

New feathers. Any and all UNSC forces in the area. Respond.

... I'm back.


::[ENCRYPTED MESSAGES TO CLINIC PERSONNEL, VALVALIS, PAPRIKA, AND SUPERMAN // EYES ONLY]:: )


[ACTION FOR HOUSE 20]

[Comm matters taken care of, she goes to House Twenty, having quite remembered the matter of the hat, and it's implications. With two knocks on the front door, the armored figure calls out.]

Mr. Castagnier.


[After that...]

[Later in the day, having gotten the package, the 7ft tall girl in red armor goes to the Clinic, hat in hand, to see if there's equipment there to see if there are hairs in it to analyze for DNA. Yes, for her, that damned hat is that important.]
daisy023: (Fighting)
[The feed violently turns on with the image of metallic fingers grabbing the journal, but accidentally tossing it to someplace else in the table.

The image reveals the armor of the SPARTAN-II, but the movements are erratic, awkward, and violent; almost as if it had been a person fiddling around with the controls of a robot, but not knowing how to control it, or caring about what would it damage. Finally, it manages to reach the back of its' head when it jolts its' arm at an impossible angle.

Upon clicking two locks behind the helmet, the head and the entire armor falls to the ground while a gust of wind violently comes out of it, tossing sheets of paper and tactical data around the room.

A transparent female figure amidst the storm inside appears on the screen.]




< I can't control the MJOLNIR! What's going on!? How did I get out!? >

< What's happenening to me!? >



((OOC: SO. Daisy is now an air elemental, or an alchemical sylph if you will, composed of pure wind. Replies will be made with [livejournal.com profile] blooming_daisy))
daisy023: (Thief)
[She had been here before. The feeling of a body too heavy to move, and the difficult breathing of a perforated lung. The nightmares had become all too familiar to her, but the days earlier disturbed her whole being. The images of Halsey's teams of scientists returned to her.

They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.

The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]


This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.

[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]


((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))
daisy023: (Incoming)
[Daisy's transmissions continue as rushed as ever, with her energy slowly dwindling as she spends hours awake along with the people she promised to give support.]

I need to confirm the location of--

[A door bursts open with rapid, heavy steps. A gun clicks, three ricocheting gunshots resonate, followed by ineffective punches and kicking of metal. The cracking of furniture falling, and splintering.]

Damn it!

[There are rugged breaths as the Spartan reaches for the journal.]

I need assistance! Repeat, I need--

[A surpressed scream follows. Her transmission ends abruptly.]


((OOC: Going to have to become absent while the mess with my computer gets sorted out. Long story short, boot won't work, and I'm worried as sin that data might be lost. With any luck, I will be absent a week, at most.

Daisy gets Mallynapped mid-support. Her quarters are a mess, sheets of paper with field data are spewn around the apartment, a pistol is left with half its' magazine in rounds spent, but her armor is still there. Knowing she was going to be giving support, she thought she could do without the itching of wings stuffed inside armor. Alas...

BTW, If I have any tags I owe you, by all means, PM me! I'll try answering them when I return.))
daisy023: (Spartan)
[UNSC RADIO/DIGITAL TRANSMISSION // INCOMPATIBLE WITH LUCETI JOURNAL NETWORK (MOD-DEFINED IN APP) // NOT RECEIVED ON THE JOURNALS] )

[A metallic being in black and red armor, nearing seven feet tall, looks at the journal from a golden visor, then steps back.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree, transmitting on an open channel.

UNSC comm systems seemingly incompatible with Luceti journal network. Whenever if the barrier blocks radio signals to the outside, or if radio tech is incompatible with this world, it will need further tests.

Recording special session with both the journal and the helmet, for analysis and, should anybody from the UNSC receive this, keep this for posterity on the variations on the laws of physics.

Current day is February 14, 2531. [It reserves herself a chuckle.] Valentine's day. Test number seven.

[The armored being sets itself in a combat stance.]

Commencing in Three. Two. One.

[The Spartan does several very swift movements resembling both CQB attacks and martial arts movements.

But nothing happens. The person in armor doesn't seem to be that bothered by it. She walks towards the journal, and holycrapitsheadhissesandgoes-- wait. It's Daisy. She shakes her hair.]


Test results remain negative, both inside and outside armor. Contact with filial spirits may become necessary for results.

Sierra TwentyThree, out.


((OOC: First post goes to Valvalis. Go nuts.))
daisy023: (What was mine)
[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.

Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.

More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.

Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.

She mutters to herself.]



I've seen this before... I left this back there.

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