daisy023: (Stronger than anyone)

Introspection )


Valvalis is back home.

[It's a simple message. She doesn't cry. Out of some miracle more than a year ago, she didn't cry when she had that life ripped away from her.

Time ago, she would have worn her armor, and made a pilgrimage to the mountains alone to think about her life. She even would have rejected Keimi's pleas not to do it. Anything to think about herself. On what made her different, and perhaps defective, from the rest of the Spartans.

Whenever if to want for her family had been actually worth it.

She was different now. Instead, the Spartan does the same all others did back home, on the aftermath of the surgeries, and on the day Samuel died: She continues her life, swears to protect what remains of her group and of Keimi, and tries to go on for their memory.]


[To be expected, she spends an hour longer than usual in the Battle Dome, inside of a holographic copy of the MJOLNIR, mowing down alien enemies with an outward serenity. Almost as if she was doing target practice in the middle of a broken urban environment.

It's how all Spartans used to cope back home, by returning to duty. And there is no draft or mission that needs her.]


[The moment she begins her lone meditation, she spends even longer below the cherry tree, sitting in a lotus pose for over an hour, immobile, unaware of the world around her.

Around her, the winds form a soft whirlwind around her, almost to caress her long blond hair.]
daisy023: (Looking back)
[Just as the Chief Petty Officer is finished writing the report, there is the sound of armor moving around the room, along with the clicking of metallic rounds being inserted into cartridges.]

This is Daisy SPARTAN-023... I wish I had made this article before. I'm going to need a quick favor – If anyone in here has a Sniper Rifle, I'd like to borrow it -moreso if it has a suppressor. I'll need watch over movements and taking out a few important cultists before I go into the fray.

I got experience from Harvest and several other cities in Urban Ops, and I was the best in my unit in that scenario. [CQB as a balance in everything in close quarters – Frederic is the undisputed king of melee.] I'm going to need to lay a few tips in this one as well.

Situational awareness is important in here. Lightning-fast reactions whenever you fight inside will be prioritary. Sometimes one can get too confident, and next thing that could happen is finding an IED on the street, a sniper on a window... Or in this case, a shifter hidden just beside a door.

[Or a Covenant Drone behind her.]

Urban combat consumes time, so take these tips as a worst-case scenario handbook. The cultists will want to reach the village and take the fight there. Out task will be to forbid them that.

We're going to need the support of the people from that other enclosure. Nobody likes the Malnosso, but even if you're all powerhouses, you won't be able to be in two places at a time, and even they will need to defend themselves. We'll still have to be watchful and cooperate with the locals even if it's a heavyweight fight.


Just for the record, this manual doesn't even begin to cover the real thing, and this is only meant to cover some of the people coming on our mission, so I can give specific tips if needed. Urban combat is something that takes a lot of training and experience to be able to fight in. Even more powerful units have a lot of places to be taken by surprise – It's why it's always been frowned upon in Earth's history to taking fights inside of cities.

[One case in which they wanted a fight in a city was Stalingrad.]

Our advantage is that they rely too much on attrition warfare on a place they cannot afford it – we have few but strong units. We use maneuver warfare, we beat them by the dozens, we win.

Good luck, you guys. SPARTAN-023, out.



Keimi... I'm really sorry.


But I need to go. I'll be needed there.
daisy023: (What I was)
Introspection )

[Strangely, Daisy will not be found at the Gym, nor at the Battle Dome, nor the places she frequents to keep herself and her armor sharp. For the whole of the day, Daisy walks around the forests in silence, silently tracing her steps where she first arrived -running from cover to cover, with her senses being as tense as strings back then-, all the way to the outside of Jordan and Litchi's house -Kazama's now, she corrects herself-, and to the coffee shop where Charlotte invited her for a warm drink.

She remembers being baffled to think that people would want to eat and drink with a Spartan. Now, she also realizes only one of the people that first saw her when she arrived is still here. Riku.

The rest is gone. Charlotte. Green Lantern. David Jordan. Shirou.

She was a malnourished and scarred weapon little better than an attack dog, hiding her fear into a drive to kill when she first arrived in that sundress. Now, she is a woman clad in red winter clothes fit to her shape and a golden scarf, and her hair had been allowed to grow long enough to reach her hips – Something Daisy blames both the fairy tale shift and Valvalis for.

When her team ran away from CASTLE Base, she once wondered if her parents would even recognize her after everything that was done to them. She is still over two meters tall, she still depends on her armor, she continues to crave for any sort of military to give her a sense of normalcy, and for the battlefield to give a sense of thrill she had only just found in other places thanks to friends of hers... And she still carries that tiny bear she had held on to for so many years.

But now she wonders if other Spartans would recognize her.]

((OOC: Those that look for Daisy will most likely find her in the forest, walking; she may be found in front of a fire made from dead branches she collected, staring at it and meditating to channel Eferin; or even on an attempt to make a snowman. Generally, she's going through her steps when she first arrived in Luceti, quite pensive.))
daisy023: (Serious)
[The feed reveals... Hair. A lot of it. There seems to be an apartment beneath it, too. A certain Daisy is the source, with the most exasperated expression ever.]

I need assistance.

[Once the feed shuts down, Daisy wonders how easy would it be to find her combat knife and some scissors.]
daisy023: (Fighting)

[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.]


[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.]


[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: (Thinking)
This is Spartan TwentyThree.

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

... I'm back.



[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.]


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)


[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.



Michael? Val? Dad? Are you all alright?


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: (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.


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.


Good luck, everyone.

Sierra TwentyThree, out.



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