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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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[Riku dismisses his sword, which vanishes in a cloud of darkness. After that, he crosses his arms and shuts his eyes.]
Sometimes they'll change your appearance or mess with your mind. They can screw with your memories, change your personality, and even turn you into a different species. Sometimes, though, they'll do something to the enclosure. Make it flood, bring in an amusement park... To tell you the truth, they're pretty unpredictable.
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Ever heard of a sheath!?
[She sighs.]
But wouldn't that require subjecting every person here to surgical treatment? And the geophysical preparations for floods or... [She doesn't believe she's saying this.] Amusement parks?
[She holds her arms. The thought of going through an operating table a second time to have her whole being changed, and having everything of her changed, especially her species, terrifies her more than everything else. The Elites she had strangled herself come to mind.]
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Yeah. Last year they brought in an amusement park as a "reward". One of the few times they didn't have some ulterior motive.
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But they're our captors. Why would they do that? It doesn't make sense. And... not to mention to erect one takes months.
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[The Spartan had heard of unexpected opponents before, but this takes the prize.]
Is there the chance they're messing with us, even with those rewards?
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Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023. United Nations Space Command. Naval Special Warfare.