Rule by Sierra

14784. Please don't let any of the destroyers from KC, AL, or Arpeggio go to Blood Gulch. If they were to partake in the Reds and Blues' shenanigans, and bring said shenanigans back home, it would be disastrous.

Message from Sierra:
Reaper, it's "Mother of Invention," not "Mother of Innovation." Thought I'd clarify that.


Sierra's Diary, Aug. 2, 2023

You may be wondering why Rule 14770 mentions me. Well... funny story.

So there I was, in the middle of the mall, just mindin' my own business, yeah? Suddenly, this numbnuts comes up to me, slips me a note tellin' me to brace myself, next thing I know I pass out. I wake up in the middle of the same mall, but it's... different. And of course, there's this chick cursin' up a storm because I apparently fell through a skylight and spooked her - and sure enough, I'm surrounded by broken glass and my back hurts something fierce - and I'm lookin' at her... and those tights.. that getup... is that...

Suffice to say, my brain couldn't handle the sight, and I passed out. Not from her... uhh... what'sitcalled... youknowwhat. Not from that. No, I passed out from the shock of seeing a real fuckin' shipgirl!

What? Those eyes are a dead giveaway!

I wake up in a local hospital a day later, that chick from before - Iowa herself! - watching something on the TV. Probably an episode of As Time Goes By, judging by the aesthetic, but I dunno. All those old britcoms look alike.

You guys out there on the right side of that damn fourth wall, you might think I'm crazy, but I"M NOT! THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED!

And if you're reading this: I'm still stuck behind the fourth wall here, and I can't get out. Luckily, I've found someone who can help me break the fourth wall, dess.

STOP IT, YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE NOT KONGOU!

Anyway, point is, I figured out how to break the fourth wall, and I had a little help.

But I'm getting off track.

I can't remember what happened next, but Iowa said I said some stupid shit and she applied, and I quote, "some good-ol'fashioned American common sense" to my forehead. Which knocked me out again.

The next time I wake up, it's in that same damn room... only there's a USN admiral there, too, chewing Iowa out. One look at his nametape is all it takes to fill me with dread...

...it's fuckin' Briggs.

Next time, don't send a lunatic to deal with a lunatic!

Wright, meanwhile, has already given me some papers: apparently, I'm staying until we can figure out where home is for me - how's that workin' for you so far, Admiralty? - but I have to serve in the Armed Forces in exchange.

Wonderful...

So, fast forward a few months. I've been guinea-pig for one of Phoenix's experiments, I've helped Phoenix with an explosion that would make Adam and Jamie blush - and snap the last threads of Briggs' sanity - plus I got Iku reassigned to Antarctica again, Ugh, I don't wanna see that again. Apart from that, it was relatively dull.

And that's when the summoning of UNSC Odinsdottir happened.

All I'll say is I dropped my favorite keychain - custom engraved with the emblem of the fanfic Ruby-B312, a RWBY x Halo fic written by a friend - by accident (was fidgeting with it), and one of the ships from the fic, UNSC Odinsdottir, was among the summoned vessels because of that.

And my keychain? Well, we all know what happens to objects used in summoning.

There's more to the story, but I can't fit it all in today's entry; it's midnight already!

...gotta go. There's a ginger pest at my window.

Take care!
-Sierra