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REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION
Jan. 9th, 2011 11:24 am[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.
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.