[Voice, Locked to Residents]

[malnosso]

[At approximately 4AM in the morning of the 25th, the journals will suddenly blare with the sound of an alarm, followed quickly by this message:]

Attention, Region Six. This is an emergency. The following occupants are required to report to the teleporters in one hour to act as a reserve force for an unscheduled battle located in Region Eleven, designation Vaskoth.

[A list of names is posted.]

Those who refuse will be forcibly dragged, and we take no responsibility for any injuries obtained should that happen. Anyone not summoned will not be accepted, either as additional forces or as replacements for someone else. Weaponry and equipment not native to this world is incompatible with the nature of your location, and will therefore not be permitted. Suitable replacements may be available to you at your destination. You will rendezvous with Specialist Davis upon arrival, and he will direct you from there.

I repeat, you have one hour. Don't waste your preparation time with pointless questions. Get moving.


[ooc: as stated, the commandant won't answer willy-nilly, so this post can be used for draft prep if you want! Also the full draft details a HERE, for anyone who missed it!]

Comments

[daisy023]

[One hour is still a lot of time to spare for a Spartan. Ironically enough, the things she'd want to ready the most are the ones forbidden from this battle. She would have to fight without the MJOLNIR. Without her ODST Battle Dress. Even without her MA5C.

Weapons and armor would have to come in later.]

Just food and coffee. I shouldn't take long dressing up.

[seakingbait]

[She nods again, wiggling her way out of the comforting grip of the blankets and into her wheelchair sitting beside her side of the bed.]

I'll make something quick.

[daisy023]

Thanks.

[She gives Keimi a swift hug -- before she stands up to ready herself: Shower, brush her teeth, dress in a clean service uniform, and manage her vastly-longer-than-regulation hair into a braid.

It feels odd. Conflicting. Among Spartans, it was never strange to wake up at a moment's notice.

What is strange now is this. Having Keimi with only an hour left.]

[seakingbait]

[While Daisy is in the shower, Keimi makes her way to the kitchen and begins cooking eggs and sausage for her. She thinks, for a moment, about how much better she has gotten at preparing and cooking meat since the two had begun dating. Even the smell of meat was strange to her, in the beginning, but now it's just a normal part of every dinner.]

[daisy023]

[Upon coming back to Keimi, the Chief sits beside her as they eat, smiling to her for the gesture of having meat served as part of their breakfast.

It should be a normal breakfast. But the two of them know why is it earlier than usual. She doesn't know how to make light of it.

Instead, she settles to hold her as she finishes her plate.]

[seakingbait]

[She smiles, or tries to, anyway. The young mermaid knows that she needs a brave face right now. Daisy is a soldier, and they're calling her into action. Tears and protests will only make things harder on both of them, and she wants her lover to come home safe. She wraps her arms tight around the taller girl's waist, pressing her chest against hers until she can feel her heart beat. She needed that. It would be the last time in a while she'd get to feel it.]

Do you have everything you need, Darling-chin?

[daisy023]

I'm going to be seeking for rations of food and water. Nothing much -- non-perishables to pack for the following days. I think I got a few in here.

[Precautions, and cooking materiel. She grabs a rutsack as she puts only the equipment she is sure wasn't obtained from residents of Luceti, or from her world. Her options for combat would be too limited for her liking.]

We've still got time. The sooner we're done with this...

[The more time she will get to spend with her. Before being shipped off.]

[seakingbait]

[She nods.] J-just don't rush. I won't be going anywhere, but I would hate myself if you left unprepared just to spend more time with me.

[daisy023]

[She closes her eyes.]

I understand.

[As she mentally notes the things she would need for the battle (protein, carbohydrates, water), she grabs canned goods and non-perishables to set inside the rutsack. She also fills a canteem full of water, and keeps a purified with herself. It's rations she has familiarized with when it concerns her body, only the bare necessary especially so if she ends up needing to be hidden as she fights.

After a while, she is ready. She is in a tidy uniform, with a rutsack with some survival equipment and rations, and with the stance of a Spartan.

Two years ago, she would have approached the door without a second thought. But she walks towards Keimi, and wraps her arms around her.]