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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]
I remember thinking that... the suit was magitechnology. It could not have been, but I was... convinced that it was. [Softly:] I even... remember some of the blueprints for it...
[Blueprints that, upon further inspection, hadn't actually made sense. Though he didn't notice it at the time, didn't notice with those decades of false information...
Ugh.]
[Action]
False memories. Or alternate laws.
[It's just an hypothesis. With worlds having magic, it wouldn't be strange that they'd meld both magic and technology to great efficiency.
The process to put on the MJOLNIR is slow, but one the Spartan has just been used to for a long time.]
[Action]
[He watches his hands, and Daisy's, as she slowly puts on each piece of the MJOLNIR. Even one piece of it is obscenely heavy to somebody like him. The layers of the suit are ingenious - it's a surprisingly advanced piece of technology, one of the first to evoke actual awe in him in awhile.
He finds it sad that they're used for war.]
... What is the... p-proper name of this suit, if... if I may ask?
[Action]
Then again... It was a poor illusion.
[Alas... Such a suit could only be worn by a select few. For all the power the suit had, there was a reason it had its' name.]
MJOLNIR, Mark IV. It was named after the hammer of Thor, a norse god.
[The hammer of the gods, wielded by humanity, against the Covenant.]
[Action]
... I remember that... a-at that time, I was aware the suit could... only be worn by certain individuals due to its power. Is... is that still true...? [Part of it is curiosity, and part of it is not wanting it to harm people if only Daisy can wear it.
... Though he'd never seriously try to wear it himself. Even without anything strenuous, he'd probably die due to being crushed under the weight.]
[Action]
Some replacements arrive sometimes. [Otherwise, maintenance would be loads harder, especially with crazed superpowered individuals. Still something she'd rather have a techie's help with.] But they're not something I rely on.
Only augmented humans can wear it. People with hardened bones and muscles. Anyone else...
[She still remembers the footage of the poor bastard that wore the MJOLNIR, and killed himself with the first muscular spasm.]
There are a lot of systems in place that could stop others from even moving it, though. Safety locks, neural implants, training...
[All of these things lacking with said poor bastard that wore the suit.]
[Action]
[The words "augmented humans" send a little feeling of fear through him. Fear and not-quite-distate. He doesn't know if it's like the genetic engineering he's seen in the bowels of the genetic black market...]
I would... not wish to use it myself. I am simply asking in the event that... others not be harmed by their attempts.
But... thank you, Ms. Daisy. [It seems grotesque to have this conversation here, in such a beautiful peaceful place.]
[Action]
[And sometimes, they're not even the parts with which she would need the most serious replacements. Ammunition is more common to show up... Non-holographic ammunition, that is.]
--It's better if it's just not boasted around. Besides, I'm the only one that knows how to put the suit on and off.
[Otherwise, there'll just be hordes of people wanting to test their luck with the MJOLNIR. And the other man with a suit, Tony Stark, has an ego the size of Reach in boasting about it, the Spartan worries his suit will be more endangered than hers ever will.
In the case of Spartans, as Halsey said when they first saw the suits: "You're the only ones that can wear them, Petty Officer. Who else would we give them to?"
Finally, she dons the remaining sections of the suit of armor, and picks the helmet. She clenches her fingers as she takes a breath inside the MJOLNIR. She is safe.]
Let's go down.
[Action]
... Now that you have your MJOLNIR... what sh-should we do? This area has been... very peaceful so far...
[Action]
[The Chief Petty Officer has been fighting non-stop out of armor. Even she needs nourishment.
She walks towards the door, trying to ignore the room that used to be hers. Inside her armor... Even she knows things are different. She's harder to read.]
[Action]
... I could make something for you. If, er, if you wished. [He's not a half-bad cook, really...]
[Action]
[If something so much as blinks on her radar, the Spartan will bolt into action. Nonetheless, she puts her alien weapon's lock on, removes the clip of glowing spikes from her weapon, and sets the gear someplace safe in the room, aimed away from the pair.
As she reaches for the higher parts for plates... It feels strange, and she hesitates a little. The last time she was on this room, she was barely tall enough to even reach the table.]
[Action]
Robert watches Daisy's motions throughout the kitchen, trying to get a feel for how the place is set up. It's a lot different from his little ad-hoc apartment kitchen, at least.]
... A-Assuming there is edible food here though, is... is there anything you would like s-specifically?
[Action]
[She revises the frige... Apparently, not only her armor was relocated. Good.]
I'm not picky. I could use some meat, though.
[She wanted to say something sweet, but she needed the protein right now.]
[Action]
[Though the food in the fridge does seem real. Robert takes out a cutlet of whatever meat Daisy has available - likely chicken, since it's such a staple - and then starts to clean and prepare a space for the eventual dish on the counter top.
... He would've made her something sweet to go with it, too, though.]
[Action]
[Daisy aids him as he cooks, extracting plates and other vegetables. For an instant she extracts her knife-- And remembers that she isn't in a combat zone per se, and there were knives in the drawer that would be more fit for cutting things than a combat knife.
She withdraws it, and cooks in a semi-normal way.]
[Action]
... Eventually, working together (and probably with Daisy having to tolerate Robert taking exceedingly precise measurements of quantities), they manage to produce some aromatic roasted chicken and grilled vegetables. It... admittedly smells very nice, and considering there still aren't any enemies around, Robert considers this the nicest meal he's had in awhile.]
[Action]
She has cooked before, and is a little bothered by precise measurements, but the Chief Petty Officer is not the cook. She is the baker.
The amount Daisy desired to cook... Was a little big. At first glance, unreasonable for two people. But she doesn't seem the least bothered. Instead, she is happy for the results.]
It came out great.
[Action]
I appreciate the assistance...
... Though I a-admit, having time to practise has... improved my abilities as well.
[He carries the serving tray to the table and doles out portions, again with a preciseness that is probably unnecessary for this kind of thing.]
... There is a relatively large amount here though... did you wish to k-keep the excess, or...?
[Action]
A satisfied sigh.]
... This came out great.
[Action]
... That answers my question.
And yes... I am actually surprised.
[Action]
Muscles have to come from somewhere.
[Hey. Your body is not just what you do with it, but what you eat.]
... But I'm serious. You know your stuff, Robert.
[Action]
... Do you really think so? [He's kind of embarrassed and flattered all at once.]
[Action]
[Then again, she has survived for a long time eating MREs of the field. A triple contradiction of terms.]
You've cooked before?
[Action] | D'aw, those new icons <3
[... Okay, he probably was rich enough to live off of restaurants and the like, but it required being around people and it was a temptation to go drinking because it always reminded him of just how alone he was.]
[Action] Thanks! Found them over at Halo Waypoint! I wish for more older un-helmeted shots...
[Action] I hope you can find more, but these are cute :3
[Action] With any hope, a new book will have more. I hope. ^^
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