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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/27/2017 8:58:22 PM
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"I am afraid, ma'am.. that you shall have to visit the encampment itself. Do disarm yourself of your armor, though.. lest you see fit of carrying it about wherever you go."
[i]A kind man, but one that bothered to warn his subjects as well. It seemed as of the Spartan would have to head to the garrison beneath the Dojo in order to reach this "Freya Trayven", and speak to her there.[/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/27/2017 11:08:24 PMThe spartan sighed. "I am not capable of doing so."
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"Are you sure of this, ma'am? It would be difficult to cart it all around." [i]Now the man's interest was caught, only a little though. Though with his slightly hushed tone, it was likely that he didn't try to divulge information from others.[/i]
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"I'll take off my helmet when I enter, nothing else, okay," she reasoned.
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"...Then go onwards. You've been warned."
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She walked through the gates, taking off her helmet, revealing she was in an exo body. Her robotic head was obviously made of metal. It somewhat resembled that of a human face. Her mechanical eyes were white. Her plating was dark grey, and had the Greek letter Rho painted in yellow in between her eyes on the plating.
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[i]The exo may have experienced.. technical difficulties, when she passed through the camp's barrier. Badum, tiss.[/i] [i]The technological supports of her armor and body would shut down, though she could still move and speak still. It was as if she had been brought down to a human spectrum. Her guns clicked as well, the triggers locking into place as if intentionally blocked off.[/i] [i]What the soldier had meant was that she would experience some issues with roughly everything.[/i] [i]A few of the soldiers would notice her, a slight alarm of an unrecognized arrival sounding. A small patrol would block off her pathway, as their captain would step ahead. He was adorned within a chestplate of steel plate, a simple broadsword at his side, while his muffled voice spoke up from his helm.[/i] "Hold, ma'am. What do you seek here?"
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"I wish to speak with Lady Freya Trayven. Buisness matters, Captain," she said, placing her right hand on her hip.
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"Business matters.." [i]The captain murmured, sighing a little.[/i] "Very well. I shall alert her of these.. business matters." [i]He then descended back to the camp, leaving behind his patrol of men and women. Archers from watchtowers would study the armored woman from high above, their bows trained upon her, arrows nocked upon her being.[/i] [i]A few minutes later, the captain would return to the gate, accompanied with an individual that was likely this "Lady Freya Trayven". She was of moderate height, at five feet and ten inches tall, her uniform adorned in gilded, yet sturdy steel plate. In her right hand was a sturdy trident, the three points sharpened for both slashing and slicing. There was a certain aura of respect that surrounded the young woman, as if even for her age - she was in her early twenties, if anything - the men and women surrounding the exo and their commander nodded towards Freya as she approached, murmurs cut short as she stopped in front of the Spartan.[/i] "...Business matters, then." [i]She murmured, studying the Spartan up and down. It was hard to tell whether she found the exo fit to serve for "business matters".[/i] "...Let us talk "business" then. Your name is?"
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The Spartan towered over Freya, at 6 foot 7. "I am an AI unit Rho. But you may call me Reyna," the Spartan replied, her helmet tucked under her left arm. Her white mechanical eyes stared down at Freya. "As for these buisness matters, I would prefer to speak to you without others hearing."
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"You would ask a personal audience of me, armored in your suit and just arriving to my encampment?" [i]A few officers would nervously chuckle, though it was more than clear that Freya did not mean it as a joke.[/i] "...Very well, then. Follow me." [i]There was clearly no trust between Freya and Reyna. Yet the shorter redhead would seemingly change that, beckoning the Spartan to follow.[/i]
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"You must understand, if I did not wear this suit, I would have some exposed wires. Assholes that built this thing didn't have the back plating on when I stole it," Reyna reasoned, following.
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"One of the few robots that I've met that consider that.. good on you." [i]Freya would open up her tent for Reyna, motioning her inside before entering on her own.[/i] "An armored woman comes to my gates, seeking business. Concerning the armor.. you aren't a mercenary, are you?"
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"I am willing to be hired. But I wasn't sent to kill you."
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"You weren't sent to cut my throat.. new to me, really. What are your terms and skills, my lady? I must know whether you are capable in combat without a rifle."
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Edited by Splashback77: 10/28/2017 11:17:04 PM"Knives, strangling people, throwing people off cliff, breaking their spines. As for price.... Alien Weapons. Preferably Forerunner. Or Promeathean. But Covenant works, too."
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[i]A slight chuckle would escape the lips of Freya, as she would look over at the exo being.[/i] "I can't give you weapons of such capabilities, but I can grant you methods that disable those weapons with ease. I meant your skill in swordplay. Abilities. Anything at all, ma'am."
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"I'm decent in close quarters, and since I'm an AI, I run a time ditortion unit that slows down the timeframe and gives me time to escape."
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"At least you can fight in melee, though we must see about that later on. I can grant you methods that crush the warriors of the Dojo, if they do not submit. Otherwise, you shall see what the.. main ideal is."
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"Aye, okay."
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"...We are setting up a council. I would ask that you are present for the meeting, so that you may understand the true threat."
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"Yes ma'am," Retna replied,
