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REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION | VOICE
[ACTION]
[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))
[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))
[action]
[She hadn't worn it for a while because of the maintenance she had been giving it. Ironically, she had been finished by the time this entire thing had happened.
But, as the saying goes: Anything you don't have, you can find it on the field. Anything you can't find, you didn't need anyway.]
[action]
[action]
[Looking at Marco, trying to see if he was kidding. He wasn't.
Her movements synchronize with those of the Phoenix. Enemies he doesn't break and burn with sheer power, the Spartan burns with plasma or pummels to submission.]
It's got to be a shift. All of this looks straight out of the Battle Dome.
[action]
[Dodging and using wings for balance, and then kicking things in the face. The best fighting style.]
[action]
[...For her tone, she sounds honest. She likes combat.
The woman swirls to move near him, her movements focusing on firing against threats in the distance, and breaking opponents with fists and feet. Not with the same strength as the Phoenix, who moved nimbly and dodging the bolts of plasma as if they weren't there; but Daisy's movements were not of just a human.]
I'd rather have enemies stay in the Dome.
[She turns when she sees a glint of Gold Armor, and a pair of energy blades.]
General.
[action]
What kind of general? Hey! His blades are like Fossa's... except the fire isn't red. Dibs!
[action]
[You don't call dibs on a Covenant Zealot. But the monster itself accepts the challenge. It's four jaws spread in defiance, and it charges against the Phoenix, ready to engage him in a duel.]
And he calls me a rookie.
[Daisy mutters under her breath, taking down the lesser ranks that could ambush Marco while he engaged the Elite. Then again, they are always so obsessed with honor, they probably won't pay him attention until their General dies.]
[action]
[Never mind that Marco has blue flames himself despite being a phoenix. This part of his rivalry. And he circles the monster, missing the part about rookies (which he meant more about Law at the time) and quickly darts in to get close, using talons on his legs to try to catch the blade against his scales, as he typically does with swords in his world. Only this causes a quick hiss of pain and instant hopping backwards and shaking off the pain with blue flames.]
Okay... dodging the swords from now on.
[action]
[The Spartan feels the temptation to draw the Zealot's attention, but out of armor and at half her power, Marco would have a better shot.
The General, for its' part, lets out a laugh when it sees the pain the Demon felt upon grasping its' holy blades. It bolts forward with both blades, in movements and dances practiced to sear their enemies in half.
It's attempts are based on bluffs and deceit to try to draw the Phoenix close. If it took out the Demon's wings, it would pierce its opponent where it laid.]
[action]
Oh no, I'm dying. Seriously. [He's not serious. That grin clearly defies the supposed pain. And just in case she doesn't realize, Marco turns and winks at Daisy, even while aiming a kick at the General's multiple chins hard. Marco can get hurt and with his regeneration slowed, it's definitely not as easy, but he's going to make light of the whole thing always. That's just how he rolls. Especially with an audience whose morale he wants to keep up.]
[action]
In what the General expected would have ended in crippling pain for its opponent... It is insulted. The missed swings are received with kicks against its' head that make the shields shimmer to resist the beating, but the Sangheili is still standing.
It had taken the lives of thousands of infidels with its own hands. He would cut the Demon's wings off and show them as a war trophy. What were once feints and calculated strikes turn into enraged attack to simply hit him. Cut his head off. End him.
Pride blinds the General.]
[action]
[It's hard to get quite as much force as Marco would prefer into those kicks, if he dives down from the sky, it'll be the wrong angle and he can't move enough to get the space needed for his best most show kicks. Ah well, multiple kicks it is. Occasionally he drops lower ducking the swords still, just because pain is immensely uncomfortable when you're not used to feeling anything, nevertheless however, all his kicks are aimed up. Just so that the blows stay like that until he can take the moment to kick the creatures legs out from under him. No honor among thieves and pirates don't fight fair.]
[action]
Its' shields burst. The General roars in defiance as it charges with both blades against the Phoenix to--
A leg sweeps under it, balance lost, its' hind legs exploited as a weakness.]
Its' shields are down!
[She holds a blue sphere with runes from her ammo pouches. The moment he kills the General, an angry mob will come against Marco... more to kill with a plasma grenade.]
[action]
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And they see too late the glowing blue sphere that the human girl launches against them.
With the explosion that vaporizes both the body and the group, Daisy shoots calmly shoots the Grunts that survive, and scans the area for more threats.]
Good kick.
[action]
[Shaking off fiery feathers.]
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It's easier to kill them when they're together.
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I think this zone's clear.
[The Spartan looks at the Phoenix... Puzzled How many plasma shots had he taken over the course of this skirmish?]
You weren't hurt a lot.
[action]
That it hurt at all should be impossible. I've fought magma before. [Not bragging when he says that, just statement of fact as can be inferred from the way he says it.] Are you okay?
[action]
The Spartan turns to him with the question, then inspects herself for injuries she could've noticed too late. Apart from her breathing, she was unharmed.]
Think I'm ok. I don't like fighting outside my suit.
[She should wear it more often. Moreso with these things happening.]
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[...It would need more after this.]
Want to hunt someplace else, sir
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Yeah... Might be a good idea to get there.
[She prepares her weapon. Out of armor, inside the barrier, she is a woman with a lot of strength, but nowhere near what a Spartan is in combat.]
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