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[daisy023]

[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.

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[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

John Stewart, Green Lantern Corps. [He holds up his hands, indicating that he is (seemingly) unarmed).] Relax, soldier. I'm not your enemy.

[daisy023]

[She still doesn't buy it.]

Doesn't ring any bells. Not UNSC. Not Insurrection.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[He didn't expect her to, but she did ask.]/small>

None of the above. We probably don't exist in your universe. Now, identify yourself, soldier. [There's that edge of command in his voice there, the same kind she's likely used to from her superiors.]

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[daisy023]

Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023. NavSpecWar.

[She does not lower her guard, but she mutters to herself.]

Same universe...?

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[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[Oh lovely. No real name. Just a rank and designation.]

You're in Luceti now, call it a multidimensional drop zone. We're both prisoners here.

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[daisy023]

[WELL, her name is usually classified, and they don't really tend to give names to outsiders.

She pauses for a moment.]

I don't believe you. That's fantasy. Slipspace doesn't work that way.

[DERP. Well, not usually, at least.]

The gravity here is different. This is not a burnt wasteland. It's not Harvest. It's a different planet.


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[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's from a space age civilization, so the old "Look at those wings" argument won't get far here. There's plenty of advanced societies who can pull that off.]

A lot of things work here differently, soldier. You don't have to believe me, but if you want me to lead you to the nearby village, you will need to trust me.

[daisy023]

[She hasn't seen other people's wings yet, so she's thinking for the moment it's a really bad joke pulled on her by Innies or the ONI.

She pauses for a moment.]

Do it.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[Well, walking is just a bit overrated. A green glow suddenly surrounds him as he takes to the air. Floating a few feet off the ground, he turns back to her.]

No point in risking hypothermia. You want a lift?

[daisy023]

[The girl jolts around as soon as she sees the green field surrounding them... and then lifting both of them mid-air.

Instinct dictates that she should take defensive action, but she is just baffled at what is going on. She stares at the snow below them, growing distant. She turns her head to him.]

You mentioned this was a multiversal drop zone.

[She states as if she hadn't called bullshit on that.]

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[Well, even a big lady like you wouldn't be able to do much in the field, so just enjoy the fact that it's not freezing cold inside the bubble.]

That's right. From what I've gathered, it's caused by some kind of dimensional tear exists in proximity to this planet. Our captors, the Malnosso, call the resulting effects of whatever afflicts this planet "Shifts". They use as test subjects to try and master this Shifting ability, with their purported goal in being to find a way to return us to our native universes.

[daisy023]

[She's no longer freezing, but this is all too sudden for her. The short man's words should have served to explain why was she here, but she wished she knew as much of slispace theory as Fhajad.

But there was another reason why she doubted it all. The images of a Pelican bursting in flames return to her.

She unconsciously crosses her arms, staring down.]

It can't be. I shouldn't be here. Not after what happened before... all of this.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[A glance back confirms that it's more than just the new situation that's bothering her. She arrived her in the midst of something big. However, it is not John's style to coddle anyone in a rough situation. So his response is very blunt.]

We all have our own problems waiting for us back home. But we never get much of a choice about when and how things will happen to us. For now, you have to keep your mind in the present.

[daisy023]

[She has plenty of reasons about wanting to return and doubts about all of this. Her world is at war with an alien enemy, and nothing is stopping their genocide against her species. But what worried her the most, is how could she explain that she had died before waking up in here?

She remains silent. She does not argue with him. If everything he was saying was true, then she had no choice but to cope.]

I know.

[She clenches her fists somewhat. Spartans hated flying. Even if they were freezing on foot.]

Do you know who else is here?

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

There's about three hundred people in this enclosure. Five others from my universe in particular. The rest are a mix of civilians and fighters. [He doesn't use the word military, because most tend to not be in any specific kind of service.] You won't find many others who come from spacefaring civilizations. Most come from industrial age worlds or more primitive, medieval worlds.

[By now the village is coming into view. Once they reach the plaza, he'll bring them in for a landing there.]

[daisy023]

Medieval? [She tilts her head.] String theory didn't even exist back then.

[Then again, the lack of mention of a military raises even more questions to her. Especially with something as big as this.

She nearly tumbles upon being set free from the bubble, but she scans the environment, despite it all, still paranoid and untrusting. Her pupils contract, resembling something of an attack canine trained into being as calm as it could muster.

Even then, there is one thing that crosses her mind, as she finds herself in an alien world, unknowing of who was hostile and who wasn't.]

What happened to my gear? You don't just take off a suit of armor like that.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

Just because it didn't exist then, doesn't mean the principles still didn't apply.

[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.

[daisy023]

[She turns to him, insulted at the very thought that they had put her suit of armor on sale.]

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...]

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

First of all, this is a prison. No economy, merely a relocation of possessions. You won't have to pay for them. Secondly, you'll find yourself hard pressed to find any authorities to report the crime to.

[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.

[daisy023]

[Well, she's still MAD, but really, there is little she can do against that. At least she'll get to keep a firearm with her in this place.]

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.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[The feeling is universal. Also, go on and rub it in.]

Negative. Can't say I've seen too many people around here taller than yourself, in fact.

[daisy023]

[She's not supposed to speak ill of superiors, but since they're captors, she's very tempted.

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.]

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[He notices the journal as well. Pointing his right hand to it, he sends a green beam at it that encircles the journal and pulls it towards them. As it does, the pages turn inside as he locates the guide (http://wise-maiden.livejournal.com/24338.html). Once he's done that, he takes it in hand and holds it out for her.]

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.

[daisy023]

[She shakes somewhat upon seeing the green beam once again. She wonders if it is solid light like the experimental technology of her world, but the description of that strange journal that had been following her is taking apart everything she thought she KNEW about the world.

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.

[greenlongjohns.livejournal.com]

[Come now, the journal could easily be a piece of technology using a very complicated phasing system to move from location to location, use microchips in every page, and much more technobabble. It is not magic... as far as John is concerned.

... 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.