Spartans of Death among Angels and Dragons
Odd one out
The trio of SPARTANs were at the main dorm discussing the usual but however things were a little more confusing than most, "Does anyone else find this whole situation strange?" DeMarco asked pacing back and forth impatiently.
"That depends." Carter stated sitting on his bed reading near the end of Endwar.
DeMarco stopped turning his back against the wall and leaned back, "I mean between creating solid objects, Dragons that are able to manipulate gravity, and Orbit's suppose colleague that knows what they need from us: I'd say things are pretty damn well messed up." He explained. Things were just getting stranger by the day.
Closing his book, Carter stood from his bed and walked to join DeMarco the other two, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around that forge thing." He said.
Daisy nodded in understanding, "Although I'm more interested in Orbit's colleague." She stated. Of all the things she had questions she still wanted answered since she got there and the only one that could answer hem was Orbit's mysterious colleague.
"What the hell?!" DeMarco cried with an outburst, "Things have been all kinds of strange since we've arrived here and frankly you two aren't bother by it at all." He explained sounding frustrated at their current situation.
"One problem at a time DeMarco." Carter told him. A knock at the door broke the building tension between the three, "Someone's here." He said turning to the door and went to check on it.
"Confusion often lead to Chaos." Daisy commented following behind Carter. DeMarco scoffed at her remark and folded his arms.
"Salia." Carter greeted upon opening the door.
Salia quickly looked down and over to her left, "H-hi, I'm here to take you on your tour." She told Carter with casually but nervously.
"Well, let's go." DeMarco abruptly sounded, "Beats sitting around here." He said joining the other two. Carter acknowledged DeMarco's statement and then gestured Salia to take the lead.
First stop was the Para-mail simulation room. The area where Para-Mail Pilots such as the First troop learn to fly Arzenal's Para-Mails. Daisy stood furtherest away from the main group as it held no interest to her. DeMarco and Carter on the other hand were interested in how the main machine worked.
Takin a peak inside the cockpit of the simulation, DeMarco scanned the interior, "So this machine basically trains you to fly on of those mech things?" He asked still scanning the interior.
Salia frown in response, "Train? There's no training involved." She told the trio.
"So Arzenal expects you to fly one without proper handling, sounds like a way to get a lot of recruits killed." DeMarco explained. They're pretty much giving a kid a gun then telling him or her to shoot.
Salia gritted her teeth in frustration, "Look, I don't make up the rules, I just follow them." She snarled.
"Even the UNSC taught us the basics and importance before giving us a gun." Carter stated.
"It's not like we don't have the time to train them, it just..." ; "a huge waste of time. Time that could be used focusing on other priorities." Salia was interrupted by Daisy before she could finish. Salia fell silent processing what she said.
"Interesting point of view." Carter said. DeMarco nodded in agreement and proceeded to head towards the door as the others followed behind.
"That's not what I was going to say." Salia quietly said as she followed behind the trio.
Second area was the Firing range up on top. The firing booths were covered by just a roof to shield the personal from the sun. Down range were cardboard cutouts of DRAGONs.
Looking at the roof and down range DeMarco nodded to his liking, "I could get used to this." He commented gesturing his hands into a pistol and pretending to fire at the cardboard cutouts.
"This is another huge waste of time." Daisy abruptly said leaning against one of the posts of the roof with her arms folded.
Salia sighed in irritation, "If were not in our Para-Mails, it leaves us at a huge disadvantage. Basic weapons handling helps if we're confront by a DRAGON on foot." She explained. Without proper training, the norma are useless on foot especially if it came to combat on foot.
Carter slightly rose his head, "Arzenal gives you a weapon and expects you to learn how to shoot as well?" He asked boldly. It sounds like Arzenal expects a lot and gives nothing in return.
Salia gritting her teeth in frustration, "It's not like that!" She snarled again taking a step toward Carter.
DeMarco stepped in between Carter and Salia, "Looks like to me like Arzenal expects a lot of you Norma." He stated giving Salia a stern glare.
Salia took a step back and let out a breath, "Let's just...move on." She kindly told the trio. She turned around and proceeded towards the terrain of Arzenal's island.
Final area was the obstacle course. Unlike Reach, the terrain was similar to a desert hike trail. Starting at the center and going to one end to the other of the island and circled around back around to the center, the course was more or less a gauntlet run.
"This is something new." Carter commented.
"I'll say, I wouldn't mind running the course for a bit." Daisy agreed looking at the course like a minor challenge.
DeMarco turned his head from the base to look at Daisy, "Not a huge waste of time?" He asked.
Daisy turned back, "More or less." She casually replied.
Salia sighed in relief, "That concludes the tour. Was there anything else?" She told the trio with a reluctant smile. Without a word the trio left and headed towards the base. She Salia shook her head and on e more followed behind them back into the base.
Carter, Library
As usual, Carter spend his free time browsing the Library for new books to read. Something to keep his mind occupied when he finished a book. Scanning through endless titles, he eventually found one that caught his eye and read the title, "Fires of Liberation.". Picking it up and reading the summary he couldn't hell but feel interested. Opening to the first chapter slowly made his way towards the check out reading what it wrote about Angels.
Daisy, Clothing Outlet
Daisy scanned through each hanger looking for a familiar dress she had seen earlier. She just so happen to glance to her left and she the dress in the arms of another girl talking with her friends.
The girl cheerfully chatted with her friends until she was approached by the Blonde Giant of Azenal. She trailed her eyes up the chassis of the giant until she was met with an emotionless gaze.
With saying anything Daisy pointed to the dress in the girl's hands. The girl didn't respond but casually handed over the dress and as Daisy took the dress she handed the girl a bundle of cash before proceeding to the checkout while holding a yellow light jacket.
DeMarco, Hanger
Hovering and scanning over several Para-Mails, Orbit hymned an unusual tone until it heard a voice from below, "Orbit, Mind telling me what the hell is going on?" The voice asked.
Orbit stopped and hovered back down to face the voice, "How do you mean, Young Maverick?" It asked. DeMarco stood there with arms folded and an unimpressed look.
"That whole thing with the forge." DeMarco replied with a demanding to know tone of voice, "How can you create objects out of thin air?" Questioned DeMarco. He'd had never seen such a thing done before since his time on Requiem and the other two prefer not to question.
Orbit didn't really respond and paused as if it was taking time to reflect on an answer, "Oh, Well you see I have a data bank filled with particles. With enough relevant data I can manifest any object using these particles." Orbit reluctantly explained however it was it's purpose to serve the Reclaimers and answer any questions they had.
DeMarco gave some thought into Orbit's explanation, "So you can create almost anything." He asked wanting to confirm a suspicion that just came to his mind.
Orbit sounded a snort, "Of course not, I am not god. I cannot simply wave my hand and create whatever as I can only create non-organic solid objects." It explained in a almost joking tone.
DeMarco rose a hand to his chin, "And you had relevant data on UNSC Technology." He stated confirming what he already knew.
"Of course, My colleague and I scanned and copied several dozen of weapons and vehicles before our voyage to this world." Orbit said, "To put it in perspective; I can scan a certain object, using the dimensions gathered then data is created, via particles I can "recreate" the same exact object using the data from the scan." It explained it's process for forging.
"That's a mouthful." DeMarco commented, "But I see your point."
Orbit the hovered above to get a good look at he UNSC Falcon, "Unfortunately, The majority of my data banks are at a bare minimum since you had me forge that Aerial Vehicle." It said with a disheartened tone.
DeMarco rolled his eyes in response, "So what CAN you forge?" He asked dropping his arms to his waist.
Orbit hovered back down and faces DeMarco, "Nothing short of 1cm cube of iron." It replied. DeMarco nodded in acknowledgement before leaving.
SPARTAN Dorm
DeMarco bursted through the door and walked in like business as usual, "Where've you been?" Carter asked sitting in a newly bought chair strong enough to support Carter while he was in his armor.
"Chatting with Orbit." DeMarco replied making his way to his side of the room, "You?" He asked sitting and laying himself down.
Carter didn't bother taking his eyes on his new book, "Nothing important." He simply replied flipping to the next page of his book.
DeMarco noticed he hadn't seen Daisy around since the tour, "Where's Daisy?" He asked also taking notice Daisy wasn't in the room either as she usually is.
Carter quickly glanced over to DeMarco then back to his book, "Commander Jill asked her for a favor. Something having to do with festival tomorrow." He explained. Carter had seen Commander Jill approach Daisy earlier just as the two left Jasmine's mall.
"I see." DeMarco nodded, "You know, this whole situation is getting stranger the longer we stay." he commented.
"What can we do and where do we go? The least we can do help out in their fight against the DRAGONs until we find out what the hell's going on." Carter explained still keeping an eye on his book.
DeMarco let out a sigh, "Yeah, I guess you're right. When Orbit's colleague arrives, he's got some answering to do." He said looking to the ceiling.
"You can say that again." Carter commented.
That was an ordeal after this long and only a short chapter, I think I'm losing my edge. That's not important but what is that I hope you enjoyed it so far as I enjoyed writing it. I can just imagine what you'll all think when Embryo get's involved.
That's all for now, chao!
