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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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[[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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When Daisy can pick herself up off the ground... Actually, that's more of an if...
In any case, the Elemental is impressed as the wind changes direction, blowing her hair to the side, but, having been blowing from behind,it's getting the two women a bit wrapped up.]]
Very good, dear. What I wanted to test was... if we can use the wind to change a bullet's direction... or perhaps make them fly faster. You'd know best about that aspect though.
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It takes SPARTAN-023 a moment to realize she is wrapped in the elemental's locks of hair. She turns to her.]
Bullets are fast, but they behave like arrows. If the wind kept still, the only things affecting the bullet would be gravity, its' range, and rotation.
[Like she said before, a sniper's heaven. The Spartan aims at a tree. She needs a control test.]
Move the winds to the left.
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But, how hard do you want me to move them?
[[Of course, Val doesn't know a thing about bullet velocity, so the winds blow violently to their left, effectively pushing Val's hair off the girls, but, it's a storm-like wind only the two of them could handle; the weight of the SPARTAN, and Val being the one in control.]]
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Perfect.
[Her statement is neutral, but there could've been a devious smile as she felt the wind push -- The possibilities for manipulating the wind in battle were endless. The Spartan takes aim, and fires a few rounds. There are trails of wind that even the elemental would've been able to see before they hit the target. The Chief lowers her weapon.]
Now keep it still.
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She makes a few more test shots. And finally, she stands up, and turns to Valvalis.]
Thanks. [SPARTAN-023 nods, a wordless petition to get the winds back to normal. Then looks towards the tree.] I wonder how much did it change.
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[[The wind returns to a gentle breeze, with Val floating along behind Daisy as she goes to check... well, she assumes she was targeting a tree at least.]]
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Even at a few meters of distance, the bullets were apart by whole inches of separation. Daisy removes her helmet to see the results by herself, wondering if steam had somehow hindered her visor's sight. But the result was the same.]
A sniper's heaven. [She repeats, muttering.] They hit the same spot as the cross-hairs.
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I suppose... it'll be some time before I understand guns as you do, but, at least what we're hoping for works perfectly, right?
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Change that. [Done.] Then imagine shooting from three times this distance. Or from a tower. Or from mountains.
[Daisy-023 almost sounds eager as she mentions the possibilities. Even Val would notice it beneath her stoicism.]
Anyone shooting at us would never hit. But we would never miss.