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Respectfully sir, if you're going to be brought down by all the "feels" maybe you weren't cut out for combat. Nothing to be ashamed of, the military needs analysts just as much as grunts.

Yes, the situation sucks- No- Well-

No, I never thought it was "sad." Dr. Halsey did what had to be done for the good of us all.

People die in war, that's something you're going to have to get used to if we're going to work together, sir.

...No, I don't think I need a "girlfriend to go shopping with" or any of that other ridiculous stuff.

This is why Chief always dealt with the civilians.

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Not that it'd be easy finding clothes your size.

[In her year here, she knows.

Noooot commenting on Halsey. Those are shaky grounds for her.]

I'm sure some place would stock clothes for my build. Bet there's plenty six-foot-ten women out there.

[ Do you feel that smirk, Daisy? Do you?

Well there's always one sibling who has problems with mama, isn't there? ]

Not in Luceti's shops unless you get a tailor. I'm still the tallest person there.

[Sob. She does.]

Luceti? Well Spartan, they always did teach us to improvise. Not that you were ever the best at it, Daisy. [ She's just teasing you, you know how Kelly is. She's glad to see you, she thought you were dead after all. ]

[ Mama loves us! All these rebellious teenagers. ]

I have a girlfriend there with which I don't need to go shopping with -- She is my tailor.

[Teasing right back. As for Daisy? She's always happy to see more of her own.]

How've you been?

Must come in handy. Civilian? [ She'd never really felt comfortable around civvies. Not like Kurt, or Jorge. ]

[ Hey, any Spartan still alive was good in her book. There were far to few of them left. ]

Same old same old, you know how it is. Break a couple bones. Rupture a couple organs. Complete the mission. All in a day's work.

... She is.

[And a mermaid. Being in a mildly military place at best adapts you rather quickly to the situation.]

We've got missions like these over here -- Cultists are the Covenant substitute. Shame most of these missions help the Malnosso.

How're you dealing with that?

[ Considering all the weird crap they've seen? A mermaid wouldn't be too shocking to be honest. ]

Malnosso? You're being pressed into service outside the UNSC? [ Let's just not mention the 'you're being pressed into the service even though you're dead?' part. ]

Easier than it sounds.

[Too easy. Save for wrecking her friend's nerves every time she goes to battle.]

We take the points for our benefit, but we're all pressed outside of our respective services in here. Not that we let them have it easy.

[Not by a long shot.]

Nothing easy about dealing with civilians. The stuff we know just doesn't fly well with 'em.

[ Another thing Kelly just couldn't understand. They were so jumpy. ]

"Points?" It some kind of game? Sounds like a shitty situation. Then again, these "muns" love those.

Just as the stuff they know.

[Something Daisy has been slowly learning. Somewhat.]

Missions are voluntary. You can sign up for any if you wish to get the points and trade them for something where you're from. Drafts aren't.

[Both cases in which the Spartan still wants to come. A desire to protect her teammates, and bloodlust. Third Party Cultists earn as much love from a SPARTAN-II as the Covenant.]

Hence, civilians equals problems.

[ You'll have to excuse Kelly, the closest she's come to civilian interaction is Dr. Halsey. And that hardly counts. ]

Sounds familiar enough. Still, figure having a good team at your back couldn't hurt, huh?

[ It's the way they were brought up. The best of the best of the best. Oh wait'll you meet the Forerunner leftovers, Daisy. The Covenant look like pansies next to them. But at least the Sentinels don't jabber on about the Great Journey all the time. ]

[Given the Forerunners evaporate Elites, Daisy would agree. At least they would be silent.

On the matters of civilians, she does understand Kelly. While she had made a lot of civilian friends Luceti, not all of them are prepared for war. One of her close friends is a pacifist... When nobody is immune to the drafts.]

I have good friends there. But I wouldn't object towards another Spartan. It's been a while.

[One year and a half.]

You realize you're not going to get anywhere with that attitude, right? You're being too nice. You didn't even insult them.

[ A pause. She doesn't know you,Tex. And since when was the UNSC issuing MJOLNIR like that? ] It's called the chain of command, soldier. Insubordination is a punishable offense.

Identify yourself, Spartan. [ The fact that she doesn't know who you are is already weird enough. It isn't as if there was a whole bunch of them. ]

Chain of command. Good one.

[Tex paused long enough to snort a bit at the command.]

Agent Texas of Project Freelancer, UNSC Secret Research and Development Division under project director Leonard Church.

I'm Black Ops, essentially. Hell, the oversight committee probably labeled the project as gone rogue when the Alpha went missing. I'd love to see the file they have on me.

Standard Military procedure.

[ Whoever this person was they sure didn't act like a Spartan. Too undisciplined. The story made sense though. ONI was always pulling things like that. Hell, the Spartans' origins were a dirty little secret after all.]

Project Freelancer, huh? So they managed to get the MJOLNIR working for baselines?

Standard military procedure means jack shit to me and the other Freelancers.

[That's what hanging around guys like Caboose and Griff will do to you.]

...You're joking, right? MJOLNIR is mass produced. Hell, the only reason I'm in this model and not another more advanced one is because this one was the most compatible with optic camouflage, and AI housing. Every Freelancer and sim-trooper has at least Mark IV armor.

Honestly, they tend to be overwhelmed by emotion. They'd make terrible Abh. Cluge sa, Kelly.

Well, I suppose that's why we soldiers have the emotion trained out of us. So we can protect them more effectively.

[ A slight smile behind the visor. ] I don't think many people could live up to that standard. Hello, Empress. It's been awhile.

I am relieved to say I am no longer empress. My people are alive and well.

Indeed, so they can continue wasting their time fretting over places to send us.

I guess it's just "ma'am" now, huh? [ What? You outrank her. Deal with it. ] That's good news.

Not as if mine has that much time to begin with.

All the more reason they shouldn't be wasting it.

But i'd be glad to go shopping with you, if that's what your mun wants.

Try telling them that.

It's what he wants. I don't see the point. I'm in my armour most of the time. What do I need clothes for?

Stars and Forces, Kelly you have to come out of there sometime! You have to sleep and...Well, it can't smell very good in there if can't get washed.

I can't remember the last time I was out of my armour. I barely feel it there, sleeping in it is plenty comfortable. It's got air recyclers, and I hardly sweat since it regulates my temperature. [ Srsly Lafiel. Never try to separate a Spartan from their armour. ]

[But...but then she won't be able to see you! Not that she'd ever admit that.] It's still got to be cleaned sometime. Anyway, how are people going to recognize you? If you hadn't been talking I wouldn't know it was you at all.

[ Seriously, being out of her armour is like being naked. Do you want her to be naked, Lafiel?! ] Well, I don't think it's that urgent at the moment.

[ A pause, then she points to her serial number stenciled in (not that big) block letters across her chest. ] My serial number is right here.

[Despite what Meluly might have implied, no.] ...At least take the helmet off.

[ Good. Because being naked isn't cool. She looks like something that spent its life in a cave, anyway. ] ...Okay.

[ Reaching up, she hits the stud, unsealing the helmet with a hiss and sliding it off. ] Is that better?

[Which she kindof is, in a way. Lafiel looks up (way up) at her and smiles wide.] Much better.

[ Not that you would ever be able to get her to admit as much. Her smile though, is returned by a slight upturn at the corners of the Spartan's lips, as big a smile as a Spartan is capable of. ] I'm glad you approve.

Now we can go and find some earrings for you...[She looks around at her hair to see if it's gotten long enough to be cut again. That was fun last time.]

...What do I need earrings for? [ Well it's definitely longer than regulation length. Though nowhere near as voluminous as Lafiel's ]

Because they will look good on you. [Duh.] And it might be time for another haircut...

My head is inside my helmet ninety percent of the time, Lafiel. [ Seriously, no one is even gonna see them. ] You think so? It is getting long.

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I imported this accout just for this post

HAY STRANGER. 8D

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if you're looking for a place for her, i'm having a good time in srwug_alpha, btw

On LJ? :)

Yep, srwug-alpha-rp.livejournal.com

I shall check it out.

Yay. I've got a Battletech character I think she'd get along with.

Sounds fun to me. ^^

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