REPORT 008 :: FIREFIGHT // ACTION

[daisy023]

[As soon as SPARTAN-023 is allowed out of bed rest, she suits herself up in her MJOLNIR Mark IV armor, a seven-feet tall behemoth of metal and red with a golden faceplate. Once again inside of what she thought of as her second skin (Even with her white wings stuffed beneath the gel layer), she returns to the Battle Dome.

Not to rest, of course. She wanted to test the facility.

The Chief Petty Officer, upon arrival into one of the chambers, doesn't just load enemies and shoot away, but chooses to fiddle around with the options, inspecting every alternative, every selection, and every way to insert data. While her senses had been reduced while in Luceti, she was patient enough to spend nearly an hour to analyze the programs, and even discover a way to make the damage real: An option she ignored, both for the strength of Covenant weaponry, and because she cherished her armor too much to damage it in a mere training session.

After all, Shirou and Rin were gone.

Once satisfied, she sets the gravity to 1.08G -Reach's-, inputs information about her weapons, materializes a forest environment -Luceti's-, and inserts a new entry on the databases that, if her intel on the previous draft was correct, was similar in power and tactics to the foot soldiers of the Third Party Cult.

SPARTAN-023 prepares herself. From beyond the woods, abominations with hind legs, four jaws, and ornate armor, spawn with their alien weapons, sometimes even blades of energy. All of them calling out for the blood of the Spartan.

She begins.]

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[Action]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[The battle dome is really the perfect place for her: the clinic and the fighting area both so close together.

So it's not really shocking that Mercury turns up ready to fight. She interrupts as politely as possible, when the Spartan takes a break anyway.]

May I join your next simulation?

[Action]

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 dispatches the last target of the wave with her knife. In the midst of the brief moment she had to reload, re-evaluate her position, and loot munitions for the battle, she noticed someone else had entered her chamber. A small figure in blue with a tiara and light blue wings. Ami.

The Chief Petty Officer expected the Doctor to berate her for having entered into strenous activity as soon as she completed the week. But, the figure silently nods.

Upon hearing another wave preparing for battle, she turns, putting her armored back on the Senshi's.]

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[It'd be like telling Usagi to stay away from Mamoru, wouldn't it? No, Ami has another way to deal with this.]

It'll take some of the strain off you to have a partner.

[Action]

[daisy023]

I'm down a Spartan. [Daisy confesses. If she had another Spartan here? It would be two bodies fighting with one mind.

But, who knows? Maybe she could develop the Spartans' near-telepathic teamwork with somebody here.

More of the Covenant approach. Two shots zip above them.]

Blue ones are Minors. Red ones are Majors.

[SPARTAN-023 opens fire.]

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Mercury Aqua Blizzard!

[Mercury had a mild telepathic bond with the senshi; they'd been known in various worlds to be able to sense each other in danger - Usagi especially sensing if something had happened to one of them and they sensing Usagi in return. But an outsider? It didn't even enter her mind.

The attack, however, made ice form over the approaching Covenant Minors.]

[Action]

[daisy023]

[The thought used to be alien for all Spartans, too -moreso since they rarely got to know outsiders-. But if two years had passed, and not a single Spartan or UNSC personel had set foot in here, Daisy does not hold much hope that more would come.

In turn, she would adapt.

The Chief Petty Officer had seen Mercury perform similar spells in that battle, so she is not as surprised. Nonetheless, SPARTAN-023 takes the chance, and gracefully shifts between the frozen xenotypes as the higher ranking Elites fired against them. She notices the tip of the aliens' weapons had quickly molten the ice.]

How convenient.

[One Elite Major materializes a blade to strike. The Spartan crouches, grabs the Plasma Rifle from the uncovered hand of a frozen Minor, grapples the armed hand of the creature, and fires at point blank range until its' shields disappear.

Once dazed, SPARTAN-023 pummels it, and kicks it towards an incoming Elite. Seven feet away. The Spartan shoots them both before they could stand up.

She steps back as she downs an incoming Major to return to Mercury, noticing more of them were coming.]

How many charges do you have?

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

Charges? I don't understand.

[She doesn't have time to ask more, either, before her lips purse and her sword materializes in her hand. If her ice isn't working to stop them, she'll have to go closer in, and use more direct tactics.]

[action]

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[You've got an observer, Spartan. And he's almost as impressed with the covenant troops as he is with your combat performance. That armor's nothing to sneeze at either... but Michael would take his VF-25G any day of the week.

On exiting the simulation room, you'll find a dashing blond youth giving you a slow clap, with what appears to be an anti-material sniper rifle slung over his shoulder.]

Interesting hostiles you were fighting there. What's the story on them?

[Action]

[daisy023]

[The taller figure turns upon hearing the claps. Someone had been watching her. And with a precision weapon, no less.]

Elites. [A female voice comes from the armor.] Of the Covenant. [She realizes the name could cause confusion in here. Religious zealots. Enemies I fought in my world. 2530.

[Her golden visor scans the person: Glasses, meaning a possibly imperfect sight; Young, but seemingly capable of coping with strange sights, which probably marked him as a veteran; An unfamiliar face, but a voice the Spartan thought she had heard while she laid in bed rest; and a precision weapon. A Sniper.

It is a pity that his spotter wasn't pulled with him. Unless his talent with the weapon is as supernatural as the beings Luceti calls. Linda never needed a partner, after all.]

You new here?

[Action] And for reference- voice is discernable as female y/n?

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[He takes a moment to ponder his answer before finally shaking his head.]

Technically no. Just got brought back though, and now that I'm finally settled in, I thought I should get some practice in here at the dome.

[You had his attention with the high technology... but alien religious zealots almost a half-century after his era? Now Michael is intrigued.]

2530? That on the Earth calendar, by any chance?

[Action] Ah, sorry! It is female, non-distorted!

[daisy023]

[The Chief tilts her head. She had read about people returning to this place. Either without memories... or from alternate continuities altogether.]

Yes, sir. [SPARTAN-023 replies. She looks for a badge or a mark that would define his rank.] But I'm not from Earth. I'm from the colonies.

[Action] Thanks~

[sapphire-sniper.livejournal.com]

[Colonies? Now he's really intrigued. As for that "sir" ...maybe he'd better introduce himself- and hope she's an officer.]

Second Lieutenant Michale Blanc- but please, Michael is fine. I'm from a colonization fleet myself- circa 2059...

[He knows he shouldn't get his hopes up, but he's got to know-]

Don't suppose the word "Macross" means anything to you?

[Action]

[daisy023]

Chief Petty Officer Daisy SPARTAN-023. UNSC. [A beat. At least this person was military.] Daisy.

[Sorry, Michael. On the plus side, while she's usually stoic, she comes from a military where fraternization isn't that uncommon, she's away from the UNSC, and there's plenty of hot officers in here, anyway.]

Negative. [A very different weapon, no doubt. He was from an alternate continuity the moment he mentioned the year and "colonization".] ...Mars was barely being terraformed in that year.

[Because you know she has to stalk you ♥]

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

[[After a round... as well after a round with Mecury/Ami, your friendly neighborhood Elemental arrives.

Regardless of the armor, which Val has at least seen in pieces around her apartment, Val swoops in for a hug from behind. It'd be no surprise if 023 didn't feel it, but, Val assumes she's already got permission to get inside that little bubble people call "personal space"]]

[Oh yeah]

[daisy023]

[In spite of how much the MJOLNIR covered and weighted, a Spartan felt so in touch with his armor, if he closed his eyes, he would believe he was unarmored.

So when someone takes her by surprise and hugs her from behind, she is able to tell in a second who it is.]

“Valvalis.” [The Chief does not move, but doesn't reject the gesture, either.]

[Oh yeah]

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

[[Since she's in her armor, and they're totally in public, Val opts to address her differently.]]
Twenty-Three~

So... Mmm... how do I put this... You've had me wanting to try something for a while... with my magic and your guns. Do you have some free time?

[Oh yeah]

[daisy023]

[It's with at least people that know her. Though Daisy appreciates the gesture.

The elemental's experiment, however, catches the Spartan's attention.]

Yes, ma'am. [She was about to see her, anyway.]

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

It was something I'd suggested to someone else I'm teaching, though, I think she misunderstood... Or I said it wrong.

Either way... I was wanting to test using my magic alongside those bullets of yours. Guiding them, or increasing speed.

And a little something else I want to test~

[daisy023]

Or calming winds. It'd be a sniper's heaven. [You're speaking her language, Val. Linda and Cal would have wet dreams over this theory.

The armored person turns to the long-haired elemental, ready to follow her.] What are you thinking about?

[coveralls.livejournal.com]

[Ellis himself had just spent the last hour and a half in another chamber, battling the horde in hopes of ridding himself an incurable boredom that had set in since he'd arrived. Luceti just didn't pack in the excitement like being ridden like a mule by a zombie did.

But after he finishes, he spots the Spartan's fight, and damn if he isn't impressed. He'll be outside the chamber, wide-eyed with glee, shotgun leaning against his shoulder, waiting to bombard Daisy with various questions.]

[daisy023]

[The Spartan puts the safety locks back on her weapons, magnetically attaches them back to her thigh and her back, and everything that was part of the simulation is left behind to dissolve into data, back into a white room.

And as she leaves the chamber, she finds a person with a shirt, cargo pants, a cap, and a shotgun of a model she had seen in her history classes. While he was skinny, his body had the structure of a survivalist. And he was looking at her with the same amazement as soldiers that saw for the first time a Spartan.

Surprised by seeing people watching her like this once again, SPARTAN-023 awkwardly gives Ellis a polite nod, as a greeting, having yet to learn how to start conversations out of nothing.]

[coveralls.livejournal.com]

[He gives a bright, charming grin, adjusting his cap a little in a greeting.]

Man, you really kicked ass in there! I wish I could move like that, prolly make fightin' with me a lot easier!

[daisy023]

Thank you, sir... But some of it is tech doing the work. [In spite of their pride over being S-II's, Spartans were humble.] Tech and training only serve so much.

[The Chief recognizes that voice. She had spoken to him over the comms.]

Ellis, correct?

[coveralls.livejournal.com]

Hot damn, I'm surprised you 'member me! [he gives an enthusiastic nod of his head] Tech? You're kiddin'! Man, part me just wants to take it apart now.

[he waves his empty hand in front of him] But I won't! Promise!

[daisy023]

[...Those are bad words to say near a Spartan, Ellis, but she doesn't flinch. At least she's aware he's not an enemy.]

Thanks.

[She realizes she never introduced herself to him.]

Chief Petty Officer Daisy SPARTAN-023. UNSC. 2530. [She still eyes the shotgun.] You were also training, sir?