daisy023: (Fighting)
[ACTION]

[Once again, SPARTAN-023 walks towards the Battle Dome, trying to see if it had been fixed already. Having been a raining day, yesterday was unbearable for the taller girl in a red jumpsuit, so she tries her luck again... But she stops on her tracks. She could hear something near the village. Her keen ears were able to hear familiar things from the woods.

The Chief Petty Officer walks towards these voices, and presses the voice function of her journal.

She removes the safety lock of her pistol.]


[VOICE]

[There is the low rustling of leaves, sign of someone moving stealthily... and whispers in a language that the wings translate into one deep military voice, and three high-pitched ones.

A lone alien voice yells in panic upon seeing the woman.]


Covenant!

[There are more alien screams of alert upon hearing the growl of the Spartan, before rapid gunshots mute one of the high-pitched voices, making the rest of the voices panic and shoot. The deep voice roars devout threats before it is interrupted by the sound of a broken body, followed by alien gunshots that mute the remaining voices.]

This is SPARTAN-023. I need a sitrep. Now.


((OOC: Set the moment the simulated drones begin to show up, at 12:00pm. Even if in this post Daisy is concerned over the Covenant, you can bring in your own monsters and items! :D))
daisy023: (What was mine)
[Spartans are beings of their word -a trait they follow from their legendary leader-. So when they make a promise, they follow it. Even if they agreed to a date with a boy infamous over being a flirt with anything remotely passing as feminine.

The Chief Petty Officer herself had accepted the offer because it was one of many things she had felt curiosity about civilian life, but she can't help but wonder how much of her sanity has she lost by now. She had spent too long in a civilian environment.

Perhaps the strangest thing for this day, is that she is not wearing the UNSC Navy drab, her jumpsuit, or even the white suit. Instead, after an improvised mix-and-match session she made with Sheryl, she is wearing a red jacket, a yellow camisole, and a red skirt.

Beside her is Masaomi Kida, over one feet shorter when in comparison to the amazonian woman.]


((OOC: This is a joint post between [livejournal.com profile] sierra_023 and [livejournal.com profile] generalflirt Posting order will be You --> Daisy --> Kida, but exceptions could be made since the mun of Daisy is an idiot.

For the record, Kida is 5'7'', and Daisy is 6'9''. Backdated to sometime in the afternoon, after Kirimi gets out of the closet. :D ))
daisy023: (What I am)
In which Daisy-023 awakes in the middle of the night, reminiscing about the previous days. )

[Daisy was not going to sleep much tonight. She leaves a few brief text messages, expecting them to be attended in the morning. First thing, letting people know she had survived this month.]

S-23 here. I'm ok.

[ENCRYPTED TO SMITHY PERSONNEL]

What is the tech level you guys can work with?

[ENCRYPTED TO PAPRIKA]

Is there a way to get over bad memories?

[The nutcase that loves combat and whose relative sanity depends on it, also has recurring nightmares of the moment she died. Especially so with her brush against Mu-12.]

[ENCRYPTED TO ROBERT HASTINGS]

[She hadn't seen much of Robert lately. Helios had mentioned he was still alive, but...]

Are you alright?

[Finally, there is one last message she wants to make. The Chief had heard there had been a lot of casualties with the battle against Mu... And she hadn't heard of either Valvalis, or Kirimi. It is the only message with voice.]

[ENCRYPTED TO VALVALIS]

Mind if I come over?
daisy023: (Gone)
PLNB Transmission AA001R-XX
Encryption Code: BETA-SHIFT-ALPHA (UNCLASSIFIED)
Public Key: OPEN
From: CHIEF PETTY OFFICER DAISY SPARTAN-023
To: BLUE ROGUES (OPEN TO PUBLIC)
Subject: DEBRIEFING OF JUNE'S DRAFT
Classification: PUBLIC // EYES ONLY
UNCLASSIFIED

Security Override: None

/File Extraction Reconstitution Complete/
/Start File/



This article is concerning the events of the draft from June 3 to June 6 onwards, on a training site established by the Third Party Cult, and to give to the residents in general a report of the events surrounding the battle. While this report was written initially to my unit, I'm leaving this report open for viewing for the non-drafted as well.

Much of the information regarding the draft has been varied, so I will offer a first-hand account and a general report gathered from both the battlefield and the journal logs for everyone to read, and prepare the residents for future battles we may be sent to later.

CPO SPARTAN-023
0800 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti.



::[ DRAFT OF JUNE | WRITTEN BY SPARTAN-023 ]:: )

CPO SPARTAN-023
Office of Naval Intelligence (Section III)
0900 Hours, June 10, 2531 (Military Calendar) / Luceti


/End File/




((OOC: Forgive the second Teal Deer! Anyway, I know Helios and Kain were killed in action, though I remember there was a third dead guy. If there wasn't, or if the number is incorrect and there were more, please tell her!))
daisy023: (Serious)
[There is no hesitation once the voice transmission begins. Her voice is solid, almost commanding.]

This is Chief Petty Officer Daisy SPARTAN-023.

This is a quick guide for anyone entering battle. I apologize if this guide is not as throughout as it should be, but the quicker we get to plan things out, the less casualties we'll have there. I'll be taking a defensive role in this battle, and do what I can to be with those that may be unfamiliar with the environment, or are simply not combatants, but that will not be an excuse for you to be foolish when we get there.

A jungle is an environment that is host threats not only relating to the Third Party, but to fauna, and even the vegetation, where the unexperienced person may have a hard time adapting to. So if you're not familiar with rainforest and jungles, read this.


:: [ A GUIDE ON JUNGLE SURVIVAL | WRITTEN BY SPARTAN-023 ] :: )


Above all, use common sense and caution. The jungle is a hostile environment, but it can be used to one's advantage if you know it well. Even against our enemies.

Good luck, everyone. SPARTAN-023, out.

[True to her word, at the end of this transmission is the Army FM-90.5. I'm not putting the link because, while it's obligated reading for anyone into Basic Training -probably qualifying as Free Public Content-, I'm not sure if it would be allowed by LJ TOS... But other than that, you can search it on google, and pretend Daisy put it in here.

UPDATE: Link seems not to violate LJ TOS, so here it is. Have fun, it's a pretty throughout read. Your characters will need that info!]



[FILTERED TO VALVALIS] )

[FILTERED TO THE BLUE ROGUES] )
daisy023: (Thinking)
This is Spartan TwentyThree.

New feathers. Any and all UNSC forces in the area. Respond.

... I'm back.


::[ENCRYPTED MESSAGES TO CLINIC PERSONNEL, VALVALIS, PAPRIKA, AND SUPERMAN // EYES ONLY]:: )


[ACTION FOR HOUSE 20]

[Comm matters taken care of, she goes to House Twenty, having quite remembered the matter of the hat, and it's implications. With two knocks on the front door, the armored figure calls out.]

Mr. Castagnier.


[After that...]

[Later in the day, having gotten the package, the 7ft tall girl in red armor goes to the Clinic, hat in hand, to see if there's equipment there to see if there are hairs in it to analyze for DNA. Yes, for her, that damned hat is that important.]
daisy023: (What I am)
[The feed is activated when the journal drops from the hand of the Spartan, revealing an apartment with only the armored figure walking by. She takes off and drops the helmet with an unusual violence, and sits in a wall while staring at the window.

For minutes, she does nothing except looking at the opening, seemingly immobile as the wind coming through it caressed her hair, as if she was as solid as the armor she wore.

She stands up, picks her helmet, and shuts the feed.]



[ENCRYPTED TO THE BLUE ROGUES AND VALVALIS]

I'll be on the mountains. Don't look for me.


((OOC: It won't be a hiatus (for now), but for a week or perhaps more, Daisy will be exploring the mountains for the time to think and be alone, to remember and ponder about her life*, and to contact Kippin. It's been nearly a week since the event, but for her? It's the last straw on the camel's back, and she needs to walk it off for a while. Even killing aliens wouldn't cheer her up for this.

Of particular note? Superman and Michael... will have somewhat triggering reactions. She doesn't hate them (quite the contrary), but she will because, again, they're part of something she has always wanted to have. THAT MEANS YOU ARE FREE TO ANNOY HER! TALK TO HER! NOW! I WANT TO BREAK HER EVEN MORE!

*Perhaps an excuse to make an IC complete history section? It seemed a bit too cold for me when I was writing it like a report. Something on the style of the Halo: Evolutions tale The Return could be a bit more fitting for a character like her.))
daisy023: (Thinking)
[WRITTEN | DRAWN // PRIVATE FILTER 100% // 75% TO ALEXEI, VAL, AND FAMILY // DAISY WAS THINKING OF TELLING THEM THIS] )

[FILTERED TO ALEXEI'S GROUP, THE BLUE ROGUES, DR. HASTINGS, AND FAMILY]

[From the rooftops, there is the sight of Luceti's forest near the village. At first, the view continues to change until something pink moves slowly from behind the woods. There is the sound of a finger dashing the paper it is recording on.

The focus draws closer until the creature becomes clear. A monster resembling a malnourished and bald overgrown wolf that patrols around the village. It notices living beings... but it ignores them, and continues moving.]



Are you all seeing this?
daisy023: (Huh?)
This is Daisy. Reporting in.

[An annoyed sigh.]

I woke up someplace else, but I'm in good conditions. I'm currently suited up, and performing preparation labors.

Doctor Hastings and Captain Alexei are accounted for. Vivi. If you read this, the Doctor is looking for you. Report ASAP to him. He's worried about you.

...


[FILTERED TO FAMILY AND RELATIVES]

Michael? Val? Dad? Are you all alright?


[FILTERED TO THE BLUE ROGUES]

Currently accounting for people yet to wake up from the shift. Awaiting orders.

All plans for the Festival still active?




((OOC: In this AU? Superman is Daisy and Michael's dad, and Val is an ex. Daisy served for a time in the navy and under Captain Alexei's mentorship, was granted a suit of armor in collaboration with Dr. Hastings, and finally returned to her family to Luceti Valley, retaining her rank of Chief Petty Officer.

So, since she was never conscripted for something similar to the SPARTAN-II Project in this AU, she has only her name, but not the "Spartan", "Sierra", nor the "TwentyThree" callsigns.

Most disturbingly? While her Blood Knight traits remain in this AU, she's way saner than her OU version by a long shot, mainly because she had an actual family and an actual life to call her own in this event. This won't end well.))
daisy023: (Fighting)
[The feed violently turns on with the image of metallic fingers grabbing the journal, but accidentally tossing it to someplace else in the table.

The image reveals the armor of the SPARTAN-II, but the movements are erratic, awkward, and violent; almost as if it had been a person fiddling around with the controls of a robot, but not knowing how to control it, or caring about what would it damage. Finally, it manages to reach the back of its' head when it jolts its' arm at an impossible angle.

Upon clicking two locks behind the helmet, the head and the entire armor falls to the ground while a gust of wind violently comes out of it, tossing sheets of paper and tactical data around the room.

A transparent female figure amidst the storm inside appears on the screen.]




< I can't control the MJOLNIR! What's going on!? How did I get out!? >

< What's happenening to me!? >



((OOC: SO. Daisy is now an air elemental, or an alchemical sylph if you will, composed of pure wind. Replies will be made with [livejournal.com profile] blooming_daisy))
daisy023: (Stand down)
[As soon as SPARTAN-023 is allowed out of bed rest, she suits herself up in her MJOLNIR Mark IV armor, a seven-feet tall behemoth of metal and red with a golden faceplate. Once again inside of what she thought of as her second skin (Even with her white wings stuffed beneath the gel layer), she returns to the Battle Dome.

Not to rest, of course. She wanted to test the facility.

The Chief Petty Officer, upon arrival into one of the chambers, doesn't just load enemies and shoot away, but chooses to fiddle around with the options, inspecting every alternative, every selection, and every way to insert data. While her senses had been reduced while in Luceti, she was patient enough to spend nearly an hour to analyze the programs, and even discover a way to make the damage real: An option she ignored, both for the strength of Covenant weaponry, and because she cherished her armor too much to damage it in a mere training session.

After all, Shirou and Rin were gone.

Once satisfied, she sets the gravity to 1.08G -Reach's-, inputs information about her weapons, materializes a forest environment -Luceti's-, and inserts a new entry on the databases that, if her intel on the previous draft was correct, was similar in power and tactics to the foot soldiers of the Third Party Cult.

SPARTAN-023 prepares herself. From beyond the woods, abominations with hind legs, four jaws, and ornate armor, spawn with their alien weapons, sometimes even blades of energy. All of them calling out for the blood of the Spartan.

She begins.]
daisy023: (Thief)
[She had been here before. The feeling of a body too heavy to move, and the difficult breathing of a perforated lung. The nightmares had become all too familiar to her, but the days earlier disturbed her whole being. The images of Halsey's teams of scientists returned to her.

They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.

The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]


This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.

[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]


((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))
daisy023: (Incoming)
[Daisy's transmissions continue as rushed as ever, with her energy slowly dwindling as she spends hours awake along with the people she promised to give support.]

I need to confirm the location of--

[A door bursts open with rapid, heavy steps. A gun clicks, three ricocheting gunshots resonate, followed by ineffective punches and kicking of metal. The cracking of furniture falling, and splintering.]

Damn it!

[There are rugged breaths as the Spartan reaches for the journal.]

I need assistance! Repeat, I need--

[A surpressed scream follows. Her transmission ends abruptly.]


((OOC: Going to have to become absent while the mess with my computer gets sorted out. Long story short, boot won't work, and I'm worried as sin that data might be lost. With any luck, I will be absent a week, at most.

Daisy gets Mallynapped mid-support. Her quarters are a mess, sheets of paper with field data are spewn around the apartment, a pistol is left with half its' magazine in rounds spent, but her armor is still there. Knowing she was going to be giving support, she thought she could do without the itching of wings stuffed inside armor. Alas...

BTW, If I have any tags I owe you, by all means, PM me! I'll try answering them when I return.))
daisy023: (What I am)
[The Spartan breathes deeply before speaking. There is a lack of energy in her voice. Depressed, almost.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree. I wasn't drafted.

[There is a long pause as she lets it sink in.]

To all entering combat, please provide combat intel upon returning. These Shifters. I want to know how if there can be a way to identify them in the battlefield. What kind of powers can they disable. [Worried about losing her augs and MJOLNIR? A Spartan calls that a challenge.] At this point, precision weaponry seems to be the best choice against them.

The Third Party will be attacking a resource point. We'll need to keep resources stocked up. If the op fails.

[ENCRYPTED TO THE NAMED ONES // RESTRICTED // EYES ONLY]

Shirou. Rin. Major Jordan. Miss Rydia. Miss Nami. Captain Adell... Valvalis. [The last name is spoken with hesitance... for much more complex issues.]

If any of you need long-distance support, before or during operations, I am here.

[END OF ENCRYPTION]

Good luck, everyone.

Sierra TwentyThree, out.


[ENCRYPTED MESSAGES TO CPT. ADELL AND VALVALIS // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY] )
daisy023: (Spartan)
[UNSC RADIO/DIGITAL TRANSMISSION // INCOMPATIBLE WITH LUCETI JOURNAL NETWORK (MOD-DEFINED IN APP) // NOT RECEIVED ON THE JOURNALS] )

[A metallic being in black and red armor, nearing seven feet tall, looks at the journal from a golden visor, then steps back.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree, transmitting on an open channel.

UNSC comm systems seemingly incompatible with Luceti journal network. Whenever if the barrier blocks radio signals to the outside, or if radio tech is incompatible with this world, it will need further tests.

Recording special session with both the journal and the helmet, for analysis and, should anybody from the UNSC receive this, keep this for posterity on the variations on the laws of physics.

Current day is February 14, 2531. [It reserves herself a chuckle.] Valentine's day. Test number seven.

[The armored being sets itself in a combat stance.]

Commencing in Three. Two. One.

[The Spartan does several very swift movements resembling both CQB attacks and martial arts movements.

But nothing happens. The person in armor doesn't seem to be that bothered by it. She walks towards the journal, and holycrapitsheadhissesandgoes-- wait. It's Daisy. She shakes her hair.]


Test results remain negative, both inside and outside armor. Contact with filial spirits may become necessary for results.

Sierra TwentyThree, out.


((OOC: First post goes to Valvalis. Go nuts.))
daisy023: (Serious)
[There is a blond, 6ft 9in tall woman in a white suit, serving as her temporary alternative to what should have been the UNSC's Navy Service Uniform. She looks at the book, then gathers her breath to begin to talk.]

This is Sierra Twenty-Three, transmitting on an open channel. Any and all UNSC Forces in the area, respond.

[A pause, then an annoyed sigh. She was too used to her world, but she had to try, anyway.]

For everyone to whom I have not presented myself to, I am Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023, United Nations Space Command, Office of Naval Intelligence Section Three, Naval Special Warfare.

I want to thank those that got me up to speed and assisted me during my introduction into this world. My world never had experience with spectral powers, so my hesitance to believe was... hindering.

[How can she explain the way she was without giving away too much?]

As my title and rank mentions, I belong to the armed forces of my world, so my return to a vaguely civilian life was unsettling in several ways, but I will do my best to adapt, and aid all whom I can.

Sierra Twenty-Three, out.
daisy023: (What was mine)
[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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