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REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION
[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
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Getting used to this place... it can happen surprisingly fast. Day to day life is usually peaceful and uneventful, so long as the scientists aren't running one of their infernal experiments on the village.
[He pauses for a moment, realizing she might not exactly be liking this weather.]
...Do you want to come inside out of the cold, Petty Officer? You're welcome to join me for lunch if you're hungry. [He motions back over his shoulder at the steak cooking.]
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[The mention of lack of combat makes her frown, depressing her. Spartans were meant to fight. They were meant to defend their race. All of this is too alien to her. She hates it. And the mention of experiments only worries her even more.
The offer for food... should not be accepted, but truth is, she hasn't eaten anything since the last op. And as used to cold as she is, all she has is a sundress.
She nods, and follows him, careful not to bump her head with the lintel of the doorframe.]
You mentioned experiments, Major.
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He leads her into the dining area and sets part of the meal down, then heads into the kitchen to grab the rest, along with a couple of plates and settings.]
I did. Experiments around here usually come toward the end of the month and can have a very wide range of effects on the populace. It seems pretty random who does and who doesn't get affected... though there are times everyone gets hit with it.
Probably the worst experiment that hit us came at the end of October. Mass hallucinations of various strengths struck people in the village. I'm guessing people who suffered from trauma or phobias were hit the hardest. The environment in the village was also made to look more spooky. Seasonal for Halloween, if they still celebrate that where you're from.
Most aren't nearly that bad. A more minor one involved people wanting to change careers. Either way, the effects of experiments are usually temporary and go away within a week.
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So every month I will have to be prepared for either a bad joke or a sick one.
[By the way, even though Daisy eats as politely as she was trained to, the serving in her plate disappears in less than a minute.]
"Usually"?
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Sometimes they last a little longer, or they vanish earlier than a week. I've seen people affected by experiments lasting as little as a few hours, but never anything more than maybe ten days. One week is usually just the meterstick we set things by.
They sometimes don't happen in a month... or if they do, they're so subtle no one notices.
Help yourself to some more if you're still hungry, by the way.
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These experiments... Why are they doing them? I was told everyone was here because of a dimensional shift. Of what use is it?
[Something tells her she won't like the answer.]
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This time, she does not serve herself.]
I understand.
[She crosses her hands. She feels helpless. She feels powerless. It sickens her. She remembers things she wanted to forget.]
Has a resistance movement been organized?
[It may be her only hope. She had made an uprising before, and perhaps she could create another.]
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[Thirteen leans on the table, pressing his hands together.]
The Malnosso themselves seem to be divided. They're an organization, perhaps a corporation. The current leader, a man who goes by the obvious codename of "Catherine", seems somewhat sympathetic to our plight. Since he took control of the organization, our living arrangements have improved. He was the one responsible for getting us electricity and other things here. Of course, it's obvious that our presence here somehow serves his needs or goals. After all, if we weren't necessary for something he probably would've let us go by now if he was genuine.
But there's another faction within the Malnosso who don't agree with how he does things and are more willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want. From what I can gather, they're fairly numerous and very skilled at being undercover. They tend to be responsible for a lot of abductions and possibly some of the experiments in the enclosure.
...And worse yet, there's another force outside of the enclosure that opposes the Malnosso called simply "the Third Party." They're dedicated to... basically wiping out everyone who's not them. They're crazy, ruthless, and relentless. The Malnosso are fighting an ongoing war against them... and sometimes they enlist our help fighting them. After all, if the Third Party overrun the Malnosso, we'll be next.
And of course, there are civilians outside of the barrier as well who aren't affiliated with either. We hope that by fighting to defeat the Third Party we can generate enough popular support to generate sympathy and put pressure on the Malnosso.
[He pauses, running a hand back through his hair. That was... depressing to explain.]
...Suffice it to say, we're in a very difficult position.
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At least the UNSC isn't as divided or as ruthless as the Malnosso are.]
So we might as well be resources. Something they want to use. And the third party... It is not known why do they want us all dead, but if we lose the Malnosso, this town will be attacked.
[More Covenant. At least it means an enemy to fight, but she does not change her expression.]
I think some of this is old hat for me.
[She stands up, slowly and cordially. This man had willingly helped her, after all.]
Thank you for the meal, Major.
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[Sob. He has already been too kind to her.]
But thank you, Major.