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REPORT 008 :: FIREFIGHT // ACTION
[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.]
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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But children could learn magic in this place. So would a Spartan.
Despite the feat, she is vaguely aware of the movement around her. Inside her armor, she can barely feel the wind flowing through her armored fingertips... And doesn't realize she is actually manipulating the air until Valvalis tells her.]
What?
[And her own amazement when she realizes what she is doing breaks her zen state, her control fleeing like a frightened rabbit.]
...So close.
Damn it.
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Well, the important thing is to remember that feeling when it was at your control. I'm surprised I didn't have to help you at all.
But now...[[The fiend slips away, moving into what would have been her line of fire.]] ...let's go ahead and try this now. [[She moves out, about 100 yards away.]] Is this too far?
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[The sensation of control... That has got to be part of what has hindered her. She had always tried to move with the wind, but until now, she had always needed to move the wind.
Not that different from controlling the MJOLNIR, she was starting to believe.
She still had her doubts on what Valvalis wanted to do, but she was stubborn. The Chief understood her need to know what to do in case a foe with firearms appeared, but had resources been available, she would've wanted to test something else.
So, much against everything she stood for, she runs with it.]
Medics are at the ready. [Her way of saying "be careful".
SPARTAN-023 makes brief calculations inside her head. If she fired to the side Valvalis' hair spins to, the bullets would be driven backwards, but diagonally away from her and the Spartan, if they were not deflected -while firing against the side Valvalis spins to would be dangerous if the bullets ran inside her armor-. And since some aiming functions were handled by her armor, she could deliver that shot with the same precision as Spartans in full armor could deliver headshots with seemingly impossible skill.
Only they were exempt from the "always shoot at the center of the body mass" rule.
She changes the setting on her rifle from fully automatic to semi-automatic. She only used that one on designated marksmen rifles, but for this experiment, it would do.
The Chief sets her rifle at forty-five degrees. And upon seeing the distance... the Spartan nods.]
On your mark.
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Lifting from the ground about a foot, her winds began to swirl around her. Her hair gradually spinning and wrapping around her form, until the hair itself looked akin to a golden tornado. Words would likely be drowned out, so she simply gave a nod.
At this point, a bullet had three options; be deflected, be caught up in the wind and swirled about, or worst, pass through her hair, slipping between strands. Sure, variables were present, but the Fiend was confident she'd be protected.]]
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The Spartan takes the shot.]
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When the bullet strikes the Fiend's hair, there's a glint as if metal struck metal. The deflected round finds a new home in a tree, while the long haired woman looks about for just where the round landed.]]
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But she doesn't go to find the bullet. Daisy-023 approaches Valvalis, well into her personal space, and grabs her arms while her visor looks around her seemingly delicate body, looking for injuries that even grazing bullets would've commited.]
Are you alright? Were you injured? Were you grazed?
[The movements seem and sound calm, but if Valvalis knows Daisy enough, she would know she was deathly worried behind the visor.]
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A red tint crosses her face... Nel's only ever been the one to check for injury like this, though with a different expression and affection. She doesn't mind the invasion of the personal space, but it's the whole... Well, it's Daisy checking on her...]]
I'm fine. Just fine dear. Not a scratch...
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Daisy wants to tell Valvalis never to ask her to do something like this again. But then again, she was dumb enough to be
and remaina Spartan. She has little grounds on what being smart was.]It worked. Titanium has got nothing on it. Amazing.
[Even bullets would not touch her. This was amazing.
The visor of SPARTAN-023 scans the general area.]
...Now where's the bullet?
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I think it's that way, but I'm not sure. Do you need it back? [[But, it's not like an arrow... This is curious indeed.
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[SPARTAN-023 walks where Valvalis led her to where the bullet could've ended its' trajectory, looking around, reviewing the footage inside her helmet of the test... and comes close to a tree.
From the shattered bark, she picks the dented piece of lead. It had lodged itself into the tree. This could mean many things - perhaps that it retained its' piercing power.]
Did you feel recoil or a loss of balance when the bullet hit?
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[[Val leans over, examining the small dented lump of metal.]] Is that the bullet? That doesn't seem like much...
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Firing a single round extends a lot of force - it pushes whoever uses a gun. But if you didn't feel anything... [VAL AM BULLETPROOF.]
...Your hair could be the first true bulletproof material in existence. At least to my world.
[She can hardly believe it.
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[[She's thinking again... And her hair is just laying there on the ground...
No no, Daisy's done enough of that already!]]
Well, shall we play together, or did you want to try your hand at the magic again?
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[Stated in a friendly manner, of course. As for the offer, SPARTAN-023 puts her rifle on her back, raises her visor to meet Val's eyes.]
I'd like to try magic again.
[Though the knowledge of more of her powers makes the Chief Petty Officer even more eager to someday fight by her side.]
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Of course. Do you remember how you felt when you first moved the wind? Try to get back to that state of mind again. The faster you can reach that state, the faster you can ready your intentions to the wind.
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[Problem is, the Chief felt in control because the practice had been after she had been where felt in most control of her own fate: In the battlefield. On protecting the more vulnerable while in battle? The only place where a Spartan felt helpless.
Especially her.
She breathes deeply, and performs movements that she had been taught. But the wind does not move.]
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Yet... this time, nothing. She waits, and... nothing responds.]]
Are you alright?
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[She lies. Fearing for the elemental's life shook the Spartan more than she'd admit.]
...
[Though she knows Val won't buy it.]
It's harder.
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[[Well, this worked before so perhaps... The Fiend slips around the Spartan again, then wraps her arms around her from behind. ]]
This any better?
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[Not completely.
Had she not worn her armor, it would've made Daisy question her sexuality yet again. Fortunately for her, the metal hampens much of her sense of physical tact.She remains comically static while the elemental holds her.]
Somewhat.
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Remember that? Just... use your will to move the wind.
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Taking no mind for a moment that Valvalis was with her, she straightens, and focuses on the minor changes in pressure and wind movement through her armor, and returning to her zen state, she attempts to return to that state.
The small surge of wind that the elemental moves continues its' way a little more before dying out. Almost like an electric fan with little energy.]
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Just imagine yourself pushing the wind... just like before.
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Daisy relaxes somewhat with Val's words.
This time, having a stronger feel over the wind, the gust lives longer with roughly the same strength, attempting to imitate the elemental's control as much as she can. Though the wind will eventually reach a distance where Daisy loses the range to control it.
The Spartan's zen state deepens as the wave gains distance. Knowing it would leave her range, the human concentrates her mind on something else to keep in check, however weak it may be.
Changing the gust's direction.]
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