daisy023: (What I am)
[The Spartan breathes deeply before speaking. There is a lack of energy in her voice. Depressed, almost.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree. I wasn't drafted.

[There is a long pause as she lets it sink in.]

To all entering combat, please provide combat intel upon returning. These Shifters. I want to know how if there can be a way to identify them in the battlefield. What kind of powers can they disable. [Worried about losing her augs and MJOLNIR? A Spartan calls that a challenge.] At this point, precision weaponry seems to be the best choice against them.

The Third Party will be attacking a resource point. We'll need to keep resources stocked up. If the op fails.

[ENCRYPTED TO THE NAMED ONES // RESTRICTED // EYES ONLY]

Shirou. Rin. Major Jordan. Miss Rydia. Miss Nami. Captain Adell... Valvalis. [The last name is spoken with hesitance... for much more complex issues.]

If any of you need long-distance support, before or during operations, I am here.

[END OF ENCRYPTION]

Good luck, everyone.

Sierra TwentyThree, out.


[ENCRYPTED MESSAGES TO CPT. ADELL AND VALVALIS // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY] )
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: (Serious)
[There is a blond, 6ft 9in tall woman in a white suit, serving as her temporary alternative to what should have been the UNSC's Navy Service Uniform. She looks at the book, then gathers her breath to begin to talk.]

This is Sierra Twenty-Three, transmitting on an open channel. Any and all UNSC Forces in the area, respond.

[A pause, then an annoyed sigh. She was too used to her world, but she had to try, anyway.]

For everyone to whom I have not presented myself to, I am Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023, United Nations Space Command, Office of Naval Intelligence Section Three, Naval Special Warfare.

I want to thank those that got me up to speed and assisted me during my introduction into this world. My world never had experience with spectral powers, so my hesitance to believe was... hindering.

[How can she explain the way she was without giving away too much?]

As my title and rank mentions, I belong to the armed forces of my world, so my return to a vaguely civilian life was unsettling in several ways, but I will do my best to adapt, and aid all whom I can.

Sierra Twenty-Three, out.
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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