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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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[He realizes he may need to keep an eye on this one. Of all the planets he's been on, the ones where people are bred for war are among the more contemptible. It's going to be difficult for this one to settle in.]
You'd be surprised what are captors are capable of. Typically they distribute our belongings through the stores. [In quick fashion he points at the three appropriate stores.] The clothing shop should be your first priority. Your armor should be there, otherwise you'll want some more weather appropriate clothing. Weapons are kept at the smithy. Anything else, look for it in the general store.
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That's not standard issue Marine armor. That is delicate property of the UNSC. Civilian interference on a Spartan's actions is a capital crime.
[You have no idea.]
And what I need is a gun. Not a sword nor a dress.
[Except when it's made of plasma, but then again...]
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[That whole no money thing is something people should mention in the same breath as stuff being in stores.]
The smithy carries all manner of weapon.
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I dislike the Malnosso already.
[Really, but something told her that she wasn't the only one.
Just as she looks at the places to recover her equipment from, she asks.]
Can I ask something? Have you seen a tall guy with blond hair, and green eyes? [Beat.] Even taller than me.
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Negative. Can't say I've seen too many people around here taller than yourself, in fact.
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She comes to the knowledge that she may be the only Spartan in this place. Perhaps the only person from the UNSC in here. Even though she had operated alone, this makes her feel defenseless.
But her asking about him was more of a blind shot than anything. Though it'd have comforted her if he had been waiting for her.
She unconsciously puts a hand where the lesser primary covert of her right wing should be hidden on her back.]
Understood.
[She thinks of other questions she wanted answers about -Questions that she'd dare ask to a stranger, anyway-.
And she finds the same journal two feet away from her.
And she just stares at it.]
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You'll want to keep this with you. Primitive appearance aside, it's a communications device. Everyone in the village owns one. This section, in particular, you'll want to take note of. One of the long term residents here has written a thorough guide about everything you need to know about Luceti.
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DAMN YOU, LUCETI. STOP MOCKING HER UNDERSTANDING OF REALITY.
She nods. Not one of being throughout convinced, but as if hearing a fact she would have trouble accepting.
Her hands slowly extend to hold it. She bends the page containing the guide for the reference, and closes the book.]
Understood.
[She takes one last look at the town in front of her. She realizes it may be a long while before everything becomes clear. And that for the moment, this is the only person that has helped her, but knows not how much can she trust him.]
It's all too sudden, but... I will do what I can to adapt. It's what I'm supposed to do.
Still, thank you.
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... as for the girl, well, he's done all he can. If he does much more, she'll have ample reason to be suspicious.]
Give it time, soldier. Once you've have time to settle in, things will be easier. I'll leave you to it.
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She just mutters to herself.]
Spartans were never supposed to settle in.
[But, she remembers, they were always supposed to adapt to any environment. Mendez had always instructed them that: Adapt, or die.
With intel she is not sure if she could trust, and no known UNSC personnel, she is forced to do those things: Adapt, and settle.]
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The two words "supposed to" don't mean much in the bigger universe, kid.
[The use of kid instead of soldier could mean one of two things from John. Either a sign of affection, which is unlikely, given they just met. Or that he doesn't think much of such a narrow perspective.]
If you need to contact me, make use of the journal.
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The third time the man uses the ring, she is not as frightened, but she still regards the powers with caution. But as of right now, perhaps he is one of her only sources of intel about this place.]
Roger.
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