revenance_comms

[Well, this has been a hell of a day...couple of days? Emile's not entirely sure, since his mission clock isn't synching with anything. He's completely out of his element here, especially after the little white fuzzy bastards put him in some kind of stasis a couple times. The idea of those things controlling everything here--which they clearly do--isn't comforting in the least to him. He's also not entirely sure what to make of this little snake...thing that he supposedly "made" from those weird pieces.

At least there was something to fight here, and a few battles with Nightmares had done a lot to calm him down. So now he was poking around with the communicator, and wonder of wonders there do in fact seem to be other people here. Might as well see what kind of afterlife he's landed in.

The video clicks on to show armor that might be familiar to anyone who's been paying attention to the Freelancers, but there's a very distinctive skull pattern carved into the domes gold surface of his smooth EVA helmet.]

This is Noble-Four requesting contact from any UNSC-friendly forces in the area. This don't make any goddamn sense.

--And are those little white bastards shitting me or is it really called "munny"?

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Nice to meet you. Never met a real Spartan before.

[Have a Pricklemane pushing onto camera.] This is Allison, one of my two Dream Eaters.

And yes, they can be injured, I think. They probably learned from previous issues.

Ain't surprised. Only been official a couple years. [By which he means the Spartan program in general has only officially existed for a short time. Emile's still not sure whether he himself is actually on the record.]

I just got Spikes here. [The Hebby Repp pokes its head onscreen and hisses (which is somehow friendly). As soon as Emile learns about paint, he's going to make their colors match.]

Huh. Well, they ain't pushovers, I'll give them that. [This is a compliment! There aren't many things that can stop a Spartan in his tracks, and if nothing else his brief experience has made him respect their combat abilities. Not that you can tell it by the way he talks about them.]

Been long enough. It's cool either way.

You start with one, the nightmares drop pieces to make more. They're goo to have, especially if you aren't good at fighting. [He's not talking about Emile there.]

No they aren't. But the intelligence can be lacking. My other one was chewing my rifle ammo.

I think I got a couple pieces, yeah. [He's kind of already killed a bunch of Nightmares, whoops.] How many can you make? As many as you got pieces for? [Not that he's entirely sure he wants to be responsible for a whole stable of Spirits, but it might be good to put together a team.]

...Got it. Make sure they got plenty of real food, or ice cream or what the hell ever. And keep them away from explosives.

As far as I know, there's no limits if you get the pieces. But I'd be careful, or you'll spend all your time getting food for them.

Yes. And apparently, the Cyber Yogs aren't the brightest.

[Emile chuckles.] Voracious little bastards, huh?

Which one's a Cyber Yog?

They can be.

Looks like someone mixed a goat and a deer.

I'll be careful not to bite off more than I can chew.

[Goat and a deer, huh?] Is there one that's the brightest, or are they all a little simple?

If you fight enough, it's not hard to keep them fed.

[Pausing to think it over] I don't know that there's a set smartest one... They're individuals. My Pricklemane is extremely smart, loyal, and protective of me.

Just take your time on making a new one until you see something you like.

That ain't gonna be a problem. [He may have only been here a few hours, but Emile is definitely a fighter.]

Luck of the draw a bit, huh? [Ah well. He'd just have to take his chances. The AI has a point about waiting, though; Emile wanted to make an informed decision about which one to have next. Best if he can make a well-rounded team.]

Once I figure it out, then what? There a way to tell which pieces will make what?

Of course not, Spartan.

Exactly. [Thinking it over] Talk to the moogles. They'll have your answers.

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