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REPORT 016 :: UNEASY // WRITTEN | VOICE
[Daisy awakes in the middle of the night with the memories of her death, surrounded now by the piles of drawings and studies she had made after the last two battles over the month. All of them, drawn, noted, and observed from her helmet's video logs.
She removes her helmet, letting her armored fingers and palm caress her youthful face.
Between having fought in the draft, having been changed into a meek girl in the small moment of peace, and then narrowly surviving that thing -- "Mu", as her Captain called it... It is amazing enough that she was alive, let alone able to stand and help.
Her armor had taken a severe beating. Between injuries she had taken care of (some of them still recovering from, though), and both swords and lasers of the Murakumo unit, there were sections that would need repair. But with the fear she had that the threat could return, still as fanatic as ever, she could not warrant the days of maintenance it until the threat was proven to have been -truly- neutralized. The caves.
If Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka were here, they could have repaired her armor, and have the Spartan in 100% fighting condition in no time.
The Chief Petty Officer sighs, still looking at the drawings and sketches of Mu-12's body and weapons. It annoyed her the most knowing that the enemy had been in Luceti before, but that the guide had not even written anything about her.
She was familiar with ONI Classified BS. But the little information they had about Mu-12 unnerved her. How much did Adell know, even if they were rumors? If that thing had been here in the past, why hadn't she attacked before? If they all turned out to know something... why were they hiding all of this?]
[Daisy was not going to sleep much tonight. She leaves a few brief text messages, expecting them to be attended in the morning. First thing, letting people know she had survived this month.]
S-23 here. I'm ok.
[ENCRYPTED TO SMITHY PERSONNEL]
What is the tech level you guys can work with?
[ENCRYPTED TO PAPRIKA]
Is there a way to get over bad memories?
[The nutcase that loves combat and whose relative sanity depends on it, also has recurring nightmares of the moment she died. Especially so with her brush against Mu-12.]
[ENCRYPTED TO ROBERT HASTINGS]
[She hadn't seen much of Robert lately. Helios had mentioned he was still alive, but...]
Are you alright?
[Finally, there is one last message she wants to make. The Chief had heard there had been a lot of casualties with the battle against Mu... And she hadn't heard of either Valvalis, or Kirimi. It is the only message with voice.]
[ENCRYPTED TO VALVALIS]
Mind if I come over?
She removes her helmet, letting her armored fingers and palm caress her youthful face.
Between having fought in the draft, having been changed into a meek girl in the small moment of peace, and then narrowly surviving that thing -- "Mu", as her Captain called it... It is amazing enough that she was alive, let alone able to stand and help.
Her armor had taken a severe beating. Between injuries she had taken care of (some of them still recovering from, though), and both swords and lasers of the Murakumo unit, there were sections that would need repair. But with the fear she had that the threat could return, still as fanatic as ever, she could not warrant the days of maintenance it until the threat was proven to have been -truly- neutralized. The caves.
If Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka were here, they could have repaired her armor, and have the Spartan in 100% fighting condition in no time.
The Chief Petty Officer sighs, still looking at the drawings and sketches of Mu-12's body and weapons. It annoyed her the most knowing that the enemy had been in Luceti before, but that the guide had not even written anything about her.
She was familiar with ONI Classified BS. But the little information they had about Mu-12 unnerved her. How much did Adell know, even if they were rumors? If that thing had been here in the past, why hadn't she attacked before? If they all turned out to know something... why were they hiding all of this?]
[Daisy was not going to sleep much tonight. She leaves a few brief text messages, expecting them to be attended in the morning. First thing, letting people know she had survived this month.]
S-23 here. I'm ok.
[ENCRYPTED TO SMITHY PERSONNEL]
What is the tech level you guys can work with?
[ENCRYPTED TO PAPRIKA]
Is there a way to get over bad memories?
[The nutcase that loves combat and whose relative sanity depends on it, also has recurring nightmares of the moment she died. Especially so with her brush against Mu-12.]
[ENCRYPTED TO ROBERT HASTINGS]
[She hadn't seen much of Robert lately. Helios had mentioned he was still alive, but...]
Are you alright?
[Finally, there is one last message she wants to make. The Chief had heard there had been a lot of casualties with the battle against Mu... And she hadn't heard of either Valvalis, or Kirimi. It is the only message with voice.]
[ENCRYPTED TO VALVALIS]
Mind if I come over?
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[The thought comes that she would have done the same. Somehow, it only makes her sadder.]
Our trainer told us once to know the difference between a spent life, and a wasted life. But even when spent... [It's hard to live with any lost life you were responsible for.] If they had escaped as I ordered, I think my friend would've been the one that would live with that.
[That thought scares her.]
If only we've had more help. Reinforcements, a different LZ, time to reorganize, a scout...
[Daisy recognizes that state. Bargaining. Even if things had gone as she wanted them to happen, either her or Ralph would have died.]
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I think my old CO would agree with that. [He would have been willing to sacrifice himself if it meant saving one more person.]
There was little we could've done to change what would happen. [There is no way to change it now.] But I can't stop thinking about it. Worrying that it could happen again.
[I don't want it to happen. I won't allow it.]
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[And honestly, she is really concerned for her. Someone in Daisy's mental state should not be holding a weapon, let alone forcing themselves to fight. It isn't healthy.]
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Spartans, as noble as they can be, can also be incredibly self-destructive.]
I want to do that. [She has to learn from some mistakes.] I swore I would save as many lives as possible, but it's hard to stop feeling those things...
[There have to be ways to get over it.]
I try meditation a lot. Do you think that can help overcoming those feelings, ma'am?
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[She thinks for a moment.]
I'm not really an expert on that, but if it helps you find a point of peace then I don't see anything wrong with it. I heard it's relaxing, but I never tried it myself.
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...
We do Zen a lot. To zero our minds in battle, and to relax when we're off-duty. [Beat.] Here, it's a way of talking to the spirits.
[Years of honing that skill made it easier for the Spartan to talk to them.
A small sigh. By Spartan standards, Daisy sounds somewhat drained, but noticeably less distressed than before.]
... Thank you for listening, ma'am.
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[She waves her hand a little at Daisy's thanks.]
Don't sweat it. Just here to help.