lucetilogs | you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

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you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

Who: All draftees
What: Fighting the Third Party... and perhaps the wildlife.
When: June 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. (Characters will be pulled out at 11:59 of the 6th.)
Where: An as-yet unmapped by the Malnosso tropical rainforest.
Summary: Here are your details. Try to stay alive, won't you?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R.

No cut for you. Most of you will know how this works by now; if you don't, follow the lead of the others, or perhaps look to the last draft's fighting post for ideas. Don't forget to use your handy dandy character tags. Go forth and conquer thine enemies!

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[SPARTAN-023 was going to continue until she felt the surge of magic doing away with strained tendons and muscles. She had felt Nala's touch before, and the feeling resembled the warm comfort of MediGel. But knowing Marica's magic went even through her armor chilled her somewhat. Her train of thought resumes with the question.]

... Best set up shop ASAP. The sooner we set the medical camps, the faster non-combatants will be out of the fire.

After that, we deal with the cultists around there.

[Magic was alien technology for all Daisy knew. It made her skin crawl, but it made her equally as eager to try for herself.]

Sounds like a plan. I don't like having the non-fighters wandering around, either. Do you need any help carrying that load over?

Negative. I can carry it. [Some of it was far too heavy to let normal humans fight, let alone walk... Though then again, Marica probably was not a normal human.] ... Just kill all shifters as soon as you see them. We'll cover eachother's flanks. [A challenge in tactics and reflexes. It all was.]

Just one thing. [She stands behind Marica, the cannon of the Spartan's rifle synchronized in opposite direction to the caster's arrow.] Beside healing, what are your powers?

I can make it rain water spears, raise people from unconsciousness, and multiply the strength of a single attack at a time. But that last one does a number on my head once it wears off. I've also got some throwing knives and a short sword, but that's not really a power.

How about you? I get the feeling you can do more than just shoot stuff.

In a world without magic? I'm a swiss army knife. [... She does wonder if the expression would be familiar in Luceti. There is a slight tilt of her head.] But those powers? I can't imagine how much I'd use them.

[And her group is big on creativity when it comes to war. And by someone of her age, knowing how to wield all of those weapons qualifies her as something near a knight.]

... It'll be a bit of a hike towards the ruins.

We should get started, then. Ready when you are.

[She nods. Judging by the precise pair of arrows, she knew how to fight -swift, and efficient-. This makes the Chief trust her.]

Let's do this.

[SPARTAN-023 runs behind her, her rifle covering her left side. Enemies that were outside of Marica's attention were engaged with precise bursts, and at the same time, she trusted the caster to neutralize enemies on the right: cultists that would be outside of the Spartan's attention, teamwork ingrained into an instinct.

[SPARTAN-023's immediate thoughts upon watching the horde from the forest is to prime a grenade, shoot at the nearest enemies, and find another route, but Marica moves before she does.

Then the rain of high-pressure liquid arrows pierces through the battlefield. The Spartan turns her tip immediately to the front and calmly shoots the stragglers. Both the ones that were still standing, and the ones laying injured.]

Nice work.

[The Chief Petty Officer may have strength and training, but a Spartan is quick to feel envy when faced with more power.

She continues to trail behind her, resuming her duty to cover her flank. As the territory turned more uneven and higher, and the steps of works of old masonry hidden beneath vines and dirt appeared beneath the pair's feet, the load began to weight a little more over the Spartan's body, but she continues. They could not stop.]

Agh!

[In a split-second decision, SPARTAN-023 turns and shoots away the units that charge against Marica, crumbling the Shift Hunters caught by her reticule into heaps rolling down the ceremonial steps.

A snarl and a bark. One of the canines reach the Spartan.

The sudden shift of weight pushes her back, and she attempts to counteract it. Her metallic boots hold all of the weight they can, tearing down stone steps behind her as if they had been made of sand before she stops.

On front of her, an abomination of a wolf whose teeth held on to the side of her weapon, fighting with the Spartan.]

[The monster's head is cut. But before the Spartan can thank her, her visor rises, and she hurls the beast aside.]

Behind you!

[She leans forward, drawing her pistol, and fires away.]

Let's go!

[SPARTAN-023 recovers, and follows the caster.

Once at a higher ground, she turns, grabs a blue sphere from the sides of her suit. She primes it, blue smoke comes out of it, and hurls the object towards a winged fanatic in the center of his chest. It sticks to him.

There is a beep whose pitch increases, before it vanishes in a blue explosion, and turns slope and soldiers into a crater of glass. The rest of the cultists would have to dodge that section.

As for Daisy and Marica, they continue to run. Once they got off uneven ground and reached the rest of the group, they would be able to fight well.]

Why are these guys so stubborn?!

They're zealots! They're not my first!

[Really, everything going on right now? It's old hat to her. The difference is that Third Party Cultists are bigger and slower targets than buggers. One Daisy wasn't that unhappy to use.

She attaches her rifle to her back, and brings out the biggest weapon behind her. A machinegun.]

They're not inside the foliage anymore. Can shower them?

I don't see why not! Go nuts!

[The ground below her emits light. Her current thoughts resemble those of Marica concerning her machinegun. After her experience as an air elemental, Daisy would not be averse to trading to try new powers.

She rises the weapon. The cannon whirrs with a few dozen rounds fired at first, until it rotates rapidly as it angrily spews the skies with lead, biting flesh and wings on their path - sometimes tearing limbs needed to fly.

Just like Covenant Drones.

Her gun moves in a zig-zag pattern to contain them. Daisy joyfully imagines that between her machinegun and another volley of arrows, not much would be left of the group of this area.]

[Her machinegun fires a few last shots against the survivors before it stops spinning, their enemies ripped apart by both lead and water. In unison to the caster, and sensing no threats within the vicinity nor red spots on her radar, Daisy collects her breath, and leaves her weapon to rest.

Daisy turns to Marica, and does not fail to notice her exhaustion. The Spartan berates herself for not having given herself the time to learn from Nala's magic to heal her companion.]

Marica, are you alright?

[This took the caster's toll on her. She would need to rest before she was back into the field.

Depsite it all, they had won. That's enough of a reason to smile.]

Phew. It's just been a while since I've gone all-out.

Shall we?

... Same for me.

[Five months with only simulated combat was too much for a Spartan. Daisy has not reached her limit just yet, but for all it matters... She missed the time to stretch.

The feeling of being pushed to her limits. Of a challenge. Of meaning.]

Yeah.

[She packs the machinegun into her back once again. Daisy-023 nonetheless raises her rifle again to stand ready against other possible threats, because sometimes the most dangerous part of an operation where the last seconds, when one feels the most safe. But even then, no threats appear on her radar.

And after a while, they reach the camp set amidst the ruins. Columns and walls of stone used as part of the fortifications, and cannons being set up as they walked.

Daisy turns to Marica, and gives a soft bump to her shoulder. Among Spartans, it is a gesture of companionship.]

You did a great job out there.

I'm pretty sure you did most of the work, but thanks. You weren't too bad out there yourself!

Edited 2011-06-06 16:29 (UTC)

[She de-attaches the box from her armor, and with a loud thud, it hits the ground.]

Ma'am. With everything I carried? Your arrows saved us.

[Beside the fact Spartans live on teamwork. The expansion of a team's field of abilities is always welcome. Moreso if it can destroy enemies en masse.

She grabs a bottle of water from the box, and gives one to Marica. Spartans did not drink alcohol, but for them? Pure water is a privilege.]

you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

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