daisy023 | REPORT 018 :: SIMULATION // ACTION

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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))

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Ah~ No really. I'm hurt. [He claims in spite of the lack of blood. He tries another tackle to the General's head regardless of the reduced regeneration in Luceti and blue fire swords. Taking a sword to one of the wings he just grins maniacally and laughs. You'd think that would slow him down or maybe even stop him, but if anything, it just seems to excite him.]

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.]

[The Chief Petty Officer is no stranger to sarcasm, hence why she raises an eyebrow in the manner of "why are you playing with your food?". As she pulls the feathers of a bird-like alien to dig a knife into its' brain, before using its' weapon to burst the shields of a bigger creature.

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.]

Come on Goldie locks, that all you got?

[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.]

[The General attempts to cut the legs without success, moving too fast for even it to tackle, its' rage growing with every movement, insults in a florid alien tongue ordering the pirate to fight with honor.

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.]

Great! [Marco's not sure what that means, but okay, he figures it means to deliver a final blow as quickly as he can so he aims a swift kick to the armored chest, trying to smash it backwards away from Daisy and towards the other weird looking creatures. Grunts she called them?]

[When the Sangheili's shields are down, it means the Phoenix's kick will dive deep into the alien's chest, past its' ribcage, before it is sent flying with a howl of pain. The 8'9'' body collides with a horde of Grunts that scream in panic upon seeing it.

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.

Good... uh... throw... what the hell was that?

[Shaking off fiery feathers.]

It was a plasma grenade. A weapon of the Covenant. [She notices a handful of enemies remaining. While calmed, she retains her caution.]

It's easier to kill them when they're together.

With things like that... I would think so.

[She fires a pair of shots.]

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.

I'm a phoenix. [Shakes his foot where the talons had blocked some of the slices.]

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?

Magma... [She whispers... It made sense. Especially so with a creature like him.

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.]

Understandable. Too bad there's no telling when a shift will happen or not, eh?

All the more reason to wear it. I wasn't wearing it because it needed maintenance.

[...It would need more after this.]

Want to hunt someplace else, sir

Aye. But you should get your suit on first.

[Daisy looks at him, her breathing taking time to return to normal.]

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.]

Need a little phoenix help with that?

[She ponders for a moment, then nods.]

I'm starting to feel bad asking for your help. [Before they begin, though...] Just a warning. The moment I get into my armor, you won't be able to lift me. The armor weights three times what I do.

[This lady weights three hundred pounds. Out of armor.]

So... like Joz. [Nods.] Heavy duty armor. Is it as tough as diamonds?

[Switches into phoenix to have her climb on.]

Titanium. Any other material, and nobody would lift it.

[The important thing about the MJOLNIR is not the protection from weapons. But the increased power it gave her.

She holds on to the Phoenix's back, drawing her pistol. The knockback of the alien weapon in her hands would be too strong for her to fire in this position and out of armor.]

Understood. [Spreads his wings and runs slightly before getting a full lift off.]

My brother Joz is diamond, that's why I ask. He's too much for me to carry, but maybe if I got bigger somehow.

Your brother is diamond. [A statement to see if she heard right.] All places have everything...

[The Spartan takes a look of the area, witnessing battle in many places of the village. Many different enemies, all of the ones taken down vanishing. Instances where somebody is hurt... everything turns back to normal aorund him.]

Be careful. Who knows what my room could've turned into.

You're riding a phoenix, can't be that hard to believe, eh?

Ohh... exciting. Almost like being back in the New World. [Flexes and burns a few more blue flames just in case, and gracefully heads to her room.]

You have a point, sir.

[And she became a sylph for a week. Not a wholly bad experience. Not one she'd want to remain as forever, though.]

New world?

[She asks, before she leaps out to--

Why is it a cave now? And why is her armor on top of a pile of gold?]

[Lands behind her, carefully checking in case of monsters.]

It's what they call the second half of the Grand Line in my world. Most of is uncharted, all of it is wild. Kind of like how crazy Luceti is now, but all the time in hyper mode.

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