:: [ MISSION LOG OF SPARTAN-023] ::

[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))

( 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?

[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] )

[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.))

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.))

[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.))

( [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.))

[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.