daisy023 | REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION

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REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION | VOICE

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[Once again, SPARTAN-023 walks towards the Battle Dome, trying to see if it had been fixed already. Having been a raining day, yesterday was unbearable for the taller girl in a red jumpsuit, so she tries her luck again... But she stops on her tracks. She could hear something near the village. Her keen ears were able to hear familiar things from the woods.

The Chief Petty Officer walks towards these voices, and presses the voice function of her journal.

She removes the safety lock of her pistol.]

[VOICE]

[There is the low rustling of leaves, sign of someone moving stealthily... and whispers in a language that the wings translate into one deep military voice, and three high-pitched ones.

A lone alien voice yells in panic upon seeing the woman.]

Covenant!

[There are more alien screams of alert upon hearing the growl of the Spartan, before rapid gunshots mute one of the high-pitched voices, making the rest of the voices panic and shoot. The deep voice roars devout threats before it is interrupted by the sound of a broken body, followed by alien gunshots that mute the remaining voices.]

This is SPARTAN-023. I need a sitrep. Now.

((OOC: Set the moment the simulated drones begin to show up, at 12:00pm. Even if in this post Daisy is concerned over the Covenant, you can bring in your own monsters and items! :D))

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Daisy!

Ray Wing!

[Short, red haired sorceress is flying your way, Daisy. Just as soon as she knows where "your way" is.]

[The voice of Daisy's CO comes online, quickly sounding deeply serious and all business.]

We've got enemies popping up in the village. I ran into a small pack of Hellhounds from the Netherworld near my house. They vanished when I beat them down.

I'm hearing about sightings of other things out there too. Something's up.

[On the south of the village, from above, Lina will probably spot the way of the Chief Petty Officer, or more likely, the combat around her. Several alien creatures are firing plasma against a lone position, orders being given in alien tongues as they try to flank a single opponent.

Behind one of the scorched trees, taking out one or two of the creatures every time she peeks out of cover, Daisy-023, out of armor, firing with one of their weapons.]

[Her voice is entranced, but with concern mixed with rage. There is firing over her side of the comm.]

I saw the bodies vanish when I took 'em out. None of them have wings. none of these things could've gotten inside the barrier the hard way. What's going on?

[She takes a moment to fire.]

[There's the snarl of a feral beast on his side of the journal, followed by the sound of a blow landing, then a body crashing into the ground. ...What follows sounds like bones breaking before... silence. And then Adell's voice comes back.]

No idea. Daisy, I need you to head into the village and protect any noncombatants you find until the Rogues can get organized to deal with whatever the hell is going- [More feral growls partially drown out his voice.]-- hang on! [And then the sound of a no-holds barred beatdown on whatever was making noise. Sounds like Adell is just kicking the crap out of whatever's attacking him.]

--I'll keep in touch, but we'll use weapons before the journals.

"Rifleman first, Radioman second."

A quick groan, followed by an explosion and a few more shots, before the woman on the other side begins to run.]

Will you be alright, sir?

FLARE BIT!

[As should probably be expected by now, Lina announces herself with magic. Several small bolts of fire rain down on the aliens - Lina appears to be going for range rather than power - before Lina herself lands just behind the mass.]

Oy! Pick on someone smaller than you!

[A few of the creatures fall by the fire bolts -and oddly, vanish-.

In their alien tongues translated by the wings, florid curses are hurled against the sorceress, deeming her a witch, opening fire on her. More than happy to oblige to her threat.

One of them is stuck on the back by a blue glow, and disappears in an explosion of plasma before its' allies could yell an alert.

Daisy-023 bolts out of cover and continues firing, running and taking down enemies that assault Lina with speed and precision beyond what drills and experience could ever teach. She accompanies her comrade to flank them, bolts of fire and light tearing down alien enemies with programmed precision.

Surrounded, their enemies attempt to fire against the pair of women, being taken down one by one. One of the creatures attempts to escape before being gunned down.]

Don't let them get away!

Understood. It's more important to keep everyone alive.

[Adell's voice becomes more confident and bold now.]

Of course! These guys are just practice.

[Daisy thinks. Adell wouldn't be in charge of a unit with superpowered individuals without a reason.]

... Understood sir. I'll see you around.

[A gunshot while her walk continues uninterrupted.]

Have fun.

[The Chief Petty Officer will be fighting near the south, but will continue moving as she sees fit. Even she can work without armor.]

[Around the perimeter of Community Building 3, Daisy might spot a certain fearful little scientist. When the simulations started going haywire, the first thing he'd noticed was that the view out the window was significantly different than it should have been.

Because there is a giant green pipe on the horizon where there has never been one before.

Naturally this is enough to make him walk outside - and then that's when he spots Daisy, fighting in the broken maelstrom of worlds (nothing Robert recognizes yet) that is the Luceti compound.]

Ms. Daisy!

[He sees the slumped bodies of the Covenant, and for a moment he almost doesn't know what to say. Those are non-humans, aren't they? Are they sapients? Did Daisy just murder sapients...?

There isn't much time to think, though, because those probably aren't the only ones.]

[The Spartan turns to the voice, and goes towards him, with a weapon not of human creation, and a knife that had been recently used. Her blue eyes lock on to Robert.

For an instant, they match those of Kusanagi.

She kills three Grunts in a building near them.]

Doctor. [Her voice is solid, mixed with concern.] We need to get you safe.

[... She can kill without even blinking.

Robert knew she was a death machine, yes. But this is the first time he's seen it, and despite the fact he's stared down death in the form of Kusanagi - that's how her eyes looked - it is still frightening to see it painted on the guise of his friend.]

... Wh-why... why are you killing them...?

[He instinctively pulls back - that green pipe looks garish against the scene of death, a mocking cartoony smear on the landscape - and shakes a little.]

Isn't there another way...? Or... or are they like... [Kusanagi, he wants to say, but doesn't finish. The idea of anything being like that is madness.]

They're the bad guys where I'm from. They like humans as much as some people here. [The Spartan picks a spiked weapon before putting her back in front of Robert.] Move.

[She didn't have time to explain why. Everyone knew what the Covenant were within the UNSC. It was why she could kill them without a second thought -- Because so could they.]

We need someplace safe. Don's or mine.

[Robert scuttles out of the way on command, though his face is lined with panic.] Are these everywhere in Luceti? Wh-what else is there?

[Only a moment of deliberation before -] Yours would be s-safer... [Don's has a barrier up (or does it now, in these conditions?) and would be dangerous for Daisy.

Even now he realizes everything is a jumble of madness. It's enough to make him squeak a little in mixed fear and wonder.]

... Luceti is a conglomerate...

Looks like it. I've seen all sorts of stuff today, not just Covenant. [It calms her down somewhat. Somewhat. It means there is not a Covenant warship on orbit ready to glass the planet, but this is something that risks too many people.]

We'll have to cross the bridge. Stay behind me.

[... There's something unusual about the corpses of the Covenant, Robert realizes. It's enough to distract his attention for a second from the strangeness.]

... Are they disappearing...?

[And indeed they are - vanishing in sudden bursts of light, as if phased out of existence.]

...

I... h-have never seen anything like that, from a-any... non-human sapient.

My CO reported they're vanishing as soon as they're beaten. They're going down too easy.

[Her head lowers. This sounds familiar.]

I've seen it happen in the--

[She pushes herself and Robert down. There are whistles that clank upon hitting walls. Daisy sees Red-hot spikes of metal.

From beyond, Daisy could hear gutural growls that translated to threats of savage nature. Three ape-like monsters bigger than even the Spartan.]

[Robert goes down almost pathetically easily under Daisy's hands, but fear keeps him from crying out.

Where are they? His voice is a hoarse whisper when he addresses Daisy, trying desperately not to be heard by... whatever those creatures are.]

M-Ms. Daisy... wh-where are we? Is... is this your world...?

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[Daisy rises to fire her alien weapon, impaling one of them several times before it vanishes in an explosion.]

Brutes! keep moving! [She stays there to cover him where ever he ran to.] I hope not! I hate plasma!

[When she's not the one using it, that is. But there were reasons everyone in her world hated it.]

((OOC: The goddamned link! Sorry! ;_;))

(OOC: It's fine! \o/)

[Robert sprints a few feet - enough to get him out of immediate range, and he's actually a lot faster than he was when running from Yuber - before whirling around.] Ms. Daisy, c-come with me, please!...

[They're disappearing again. Is this normal for them?]

Right behind you.

[Her tone is neutral. Entranced. Daisy runs with Robert, matching her pace with the scientist's, her weapon focused on the Brutes. Around one of the corners, the Spartan spots the Brute pair, and impales them with more of the shattering rounds before they took notice of her.

The remaining one sees its' parner falls. It throws its' weapon to the ground, roars in rage in a manner similar to an enraged primate, and hurls itself against the Spartan. Ironically the most fitting species to fall under Robert's stereotype of warriors being barbarians.

She vanishes it in another explosion of crystals before it even gets close, and follows Robert. But she takes notice of the bodies disappearing.]

They're not the Covenant.

[She whispers.]

There is something wrong - they should not be disappearing...

D-Do you think it might be... [He searches for a word to convey this concept...]

... S-Simulated?

[He had always considered the possibility of the whole compound being simulated. It was possible. He was never entirely certain - accurate simulations could tap into the brain thoroughly. And he'd heard that the Battle Dome was accurate. And now the Dome was being strange.

... He finds himself worrying about Molly. But more importantly -]

... D-Did... did that... p-person hurt you...?

Sir?

[The statements are odd... but make sense.

She scans Robert, then over her own body to check for injuries.

The Spartan notices a mark someplace in her thigh... Not as deep, or as severe, as what a lot of injuries made by Covenant weapons would've been. She didn't even notice she had been shot until the Doctor asked. Out of her armor, and with her abilities halved, her speed and reflexes had been limited too much.

Had a shot grazed her?... Or hit her?

Daisy looks more puzzled by her injury, rather than concerned. She didn't even feel damaged muscles that could hamper her movement.]

Don't worry, it's not bad. [She had received much worse injuries before. She stops to think of something else.] Those guys vanish like they do in the Battle Dome. Every time they're taken down, they dissolve to let the facility keep the processing power.

[The Chief hovers her hand near her injury, but stops when she thinks of the Doctor.] How much did you learn from Nala?

[Robert looks downright ashamed of himself.] I still have difficulty even perceiving her, m-much less making contact... I think that my w-world's differences make the process much harder for me.

[Or he could honestly just suck at it. Or both. But either way...]

... The injury d-does not seem... severe. F-For an attack like that, at least...

... If these are s-simulations, can... c-can they even h-hurt us severely...? [He's never used the Battle Dome before, never having had a reason...]

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