paradisalost | Mission 001 [Dictated]

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Mission 001 [Dictated]

[There's a clunking sound over the journals, one attributed to someone wearing some heavy-duty armour picking themselves up from the ground.

This time, it belongs to one Chief Warrant Officer Jorge-052, waking up in his room in the castle...

And wondering how the hell he got there.]

... Ugh. Where the hell am I?

[A pause, and then the following filters out]

This is Noble Five, calling on all UNSC frequencies. Requesting pickup. Current location... [He looks around] Unknown. Looks to be... [Another pause] Some sort of fancy hotel room. Repeat, requesting pickup, over.

[His journal is open nearby, and any UNSC personnel who happen to have their radios on will hear the transmission.]

((OOC: Open to all. Be ready to have one confused Supersoldier.))

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No where near any galaxies we'd know of, sir, because this isn't a colony.

[Having to explain this place without people thinking you were crazy was never easy, especially when he was the type of person who preferred to speak as little as possible.

But in instances like this, details were important, so Rookie gives a reluctant sigh and continues.]

We're in a pocket dimension. There's no way back, as far as we know, and we're stuck here for however long this place chooses.

[There's a bit of silence on the other side as Jorge takes a few minutes to make sense of all of that]

How'd we get here?

[And a beat.] And who am I talking to?

Ah. [Right, he forgot to introduce himself. Guess that shows he's been hanging around civilians for way too long.] Lance Corporal Dante of the UNSC ODSTs, sir, at your service.

And it's the castle that brought you here.

[Filter changed as appropriate]

An ODST, huh? Well, I'm glad to see we got some of the elite in this place.

[No sarcasm. He actually means it. Jorge sees no point in furthering the whole SPARTAN/ODST divide. Even when they were back in their own universe.]

The castle brought me here? How the hell did it do that?

[He's a little startled by the statement, seeing as it's not one he expected to hear coming from a Spartan, but he's quick to recover.]

The exact method is unknown, sir, but most people tend to toss things up to magic when things can't be explained here. Like the journals.

I heard once that magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet.

[A sigh] This could all just be in my head. Who's ever heard of anyone surviving a slipspace singularity?

Seeing as people don't seem to know a lot about this place, that statement isn't too far off.

[Then he falls quiet, because he knows what that means and that the chances of anyone surviving that - Spartan or not - were pretty slim to none.]

... I'm afraid I don't know many, sir.

So, I've woken up from a scenario where my arse was definately on fire, and I was about to become vaporised into subspace, in a fancy castle that's magic.

[A pause]

You can see why I'm skeptical, lance corporal.

[Jorge gets a small, halfhearted chuckle.]

I'd question your sanity if you weren't, sir.

Glad to hear that.

[There's a pause]

What's stopping this from being some sorta Covvie prison? One to test our reactions to stuff.

If it is, they've put a lot of thought into it.

Don't recall the Covenant being much for hostages, though.

Maybe we're being such a big pain in their arses that they finally need to start playing Psychological.

[Snorts.] Too bad that's a battle they're never going to win.

I'd honestly like to see the Covenant try to probe the average soldier's mind.

If they're anything like the soldiers I know, they probably wouldn't get very far.

[Small pause.]

But I personally prefer the physical way of fighting a bit more.

Yeah, and I'd love to see them try to drill into some of the guys I know.

[Noble Four being a prime example. :|]

And you think I don't? Hell, if this does turn out to be a covvie mind game, they're gonna wish they let my bones turn to molecules.

[He doesn't know Noble Four, but he does know Kat. Which is why there's a soft, amused sound over the helmet's comms and nothing else.]

I'm right there with you, sir, but I'm afraid I'd find that harder to believe after being here for half a year.

Well, if you've managed to last this long, corporal, looks like I'll have to try and match that.

If you think you can.

[There may be a smile in that tone.]

You think I can't? Care to make a wager, there?

[Careful, Rook, you're playing in the lion's den now.]

[Lions are the least of his worries, but he gives a quick 'heh'.]

Sure, Spartan. I'll take you up on that.

[They should when this particular lion is Jorge. The SPARTAN is well-known for being a good poker player, after all. And this extends to all bets.

He doesn't like losing]

Then we have a bet. What're the stakes?

[Oh, Rookie has no intentions of winning this game. If it means more UNSC get to stick around, he's happy to lose it.

But the question does prove to stump him a little, taking a moment to think.]

... Five caisos?

Caisos?

That's what the currency here is called. [Pause.] And you can't wish for it, as far as I know.

[And he has no idea what else to bet on, so.]

Mission 001 [Dictated]

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