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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, 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.