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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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... 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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