CASTING PREREQUISITES; Young Adult, Female, North American Accent, Caucasian.

NOTE; Script and budget are WIP, and as such are not listed at final values.

This is a long-term role, as the ARTIFICIAL FAULTS story will be told over multiple seasons. If you have any questions regarding the role or the project, just let me know!

Valencia-086 is one of the lead characters in the ARTIFICIAL FAULTS story. Serving as Lieutenant Commander and second in command of supersoldier unit Zero Team, Valencia is a loyal, by-the-books member of the roster, with a tendency to make sure everything around her is exactly the way her protocol dictates. 

Like her flawed compatriots, however, Valencia's surface level behavior masks the layers underneath. Afflicted with an anxiety disorder, Valencia regularly suffers from panic attacks and disruptions to her daily routines. During these moments, her deeper thoughts of feeling inadequate, small, and irresponsible shine through.

Occasionally, Valencia does have moments of solace in those around her. Normally keeping her walls of discipline strong, there are breaks of tenderness in which she engages with her teammates, such as Commander Raimundo-035, who she has known the longest, to younger additions Halbert-012 and Frida-097, who she has to keep somewhat of a leash on at times.

These are the following audition scenes, you only have to read Valencia's dialogue;

VALENCIA-086 AUDITION LINES

SCENE 1: VALENCIA AND RAIMUNDO, A FELLOW TEAMMATE, DISCUSS THEIR RECENT ADDITION TO THEIR UNIT’S ROSTER, AS WELL AS HER PERSONAL WELL-BEING.

Elsewhere, Raimundo and Valencia meet up at the strange crate present in the facility. Valencia begins to observe it as Raimundo closes in on her.

RAIMUNDO (NOTIONS)

What’s up with this?

VALENCIA (INTERACTING)

In the short time I had to access this facility’s archives, I read that occupants receive periodic shipments of supplies from other UNSC bases of operation nearby. I suppose while we were up in Quito Station welcoming our new recruit, Colonel Duncan already authorized the restarting of these shipments.

RAIMUNDO

Supplies, huh? What, are we talking piñatas and birthday cakes?

Valencia peeks out from behind the crate, tossing a fragmentation grenade up and down in her hand, before tossing it high, and swiping it out of the air once it reaches her hand again.

VALENCIA (SMIRKING UNDER HER HELMET)

Something like that. The contents of this shipment mainly include MRE rations and ammunitions. I’ll have to put in a request for the next one to include sheets of paper and a printer.

RAIMUNDO

For what?

VALENCIA (FACING RAIMUNDO)

To fill out our schedules and place them on display. We have to remain occupied while we stay here, even if it’s only temporary. I already have our day-by-day tasks sorted out.

RAIMUNDO (SMIRKS)

Some things really never do change, I guess. Is focusing on that supposed to help you stop being so on edge around the new kid?

VALENCIA

What are you talking about?

RAIMUNDO

You’re treating him like royalty, like your life depends on it. Well, then again, he was Covenant, so who knows...

VALENCIA

Our orders are to make Cyro ‘Hazam feel welcome and integrated into the unit. I’m simply warming back up into my usual routines to follow orders to the best of my ability, now that we’ve exited cryosleep, and have time to ourselves.

RAIMUNDO

As far as I can remember, your usual routines include micro-managing everything around you until one tiny thing doesn’t go exactly as planned, and… you know. I just don’t want to see you end up like that again.

VALENCIA (STERN)

I will be fine, Commander. The fact of the matter is that Zero Team’s roster has been... separated... for a very long time. Now that we are all deployed together again, I need to continue filling my role as Lieutenant Commander, no matter the cost.

RAIMUNDO

And what about when that cost becomes too high of a price for you to pay?

VALENCIA

I will be fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to start breaking down this shipment so that we can properly catalogue and take inventory on its contents.

Raimundo shakes his head, and begins to walk off, crossing in the crate’s path, before stopping. He speaks up to Valencia, although the crate rests between them.

RAIMUNDO (SIGHS)

Don’t worry about that, Val. I’ll... I’ll take care of this thing. Just focus on whatever else you want to get done while we’re here.

VALENCIA (STOPS)

Are you sure, Commander?

RAIMUNDO (SCOFFS)

Yeah, I think I can handle breaking down a shipment of bullets and some snacks that taste like bullets. Besides, what kind of Commander would I be if I couldn’t pull my own weight?

Valencia takes a moment to respond.

VALENCIA

Fair enough. I’ll at least grab some ammunition for our M6G’s so I can sort extra magazines for us.

RAIMUNDO (PLAYFUL)

It’s always you and the damn model numbers, even from day one. It’s the “Magnum”, Val. We all got one, we all call it that.

VALENCIA (WALKING)

It’s like you said. Some things never do change.

Valencia walks out from behind the crate, towards the main control center, before stopping in her tracks.

VALENCIA

With that said, I’ll continue to review this facility’s archives. Catch up on what we missed.

Raimundo turns towards the crate, and begins working it over with his armored gloves. Valencia turns to face him.

VALENCIA

And... Rai?

Raimundo looks over his shoulder.

RAIMUNDO

Yeah?

VALENCIA

Thank you.

RAIMUNDO (LOW)

No problem.

Valencia turns back around towards the main control center as Raimundo continues to work. The view follows as she climbs the entryway ramp, takes the following turns, and is immediately welcomed by the warm blue glow of the large monitors, lit and active.

SCENE 2: VALENCIA SUFFERS ONE OF HER REGULAR ANXIETY ATTACKS AT THE REVELATION THAT HER LONGTIME HOME, PLANET REACH, HAS BEEN DESTROYED IN HER ABSENCE.

Back at Valencia, she continues listening to the computer’s auto-read of the archive logs. Multiple filled magazines sit on the desk, complete. She grabs another, and begins to load rounds into it.

VALENCIA (CURIOUS)

Funny, never thought the Marines stationed here would go so in-depth with coverage of the war. They were more tired of it than anyone, from what I remember. Wonder what could have changed that.

The computer continues as it reaches a new entry in the archival logs.

COMPUTER SPEAKER

However, despite the budgetary concerns over the Orbital Defense Platforms, their construction and approval was hastened by prior events. Next log. Spanning late July to late August; The fall of Planet Reach.

Valencia’s hands stop moving as she listens to the log.

COMPUTER SPEAKER

Following Covenant forces infiltrating Planet Reach’s defenses, they attempted to move quickly and silently on the surface, committing small infractions such as communication disruption. UNSC forces discovered the infiltration and appropriately responded, given Planet Reach’s importance as one of, if not the main source of military might for humanity.

Valencia’s hands continue to move, loading the clip at a slightly faster pace.

COMPUTER SPEAKER

However, once the Covenant realized they were discovered, they immediately revealed their invasion force as the single largest armada ever deployed to a human occupied colony. Over the course of the next month, UNSC and Covenant forces would engage in fierce battles for control of the planet and its status.

Valencia’s hands move even quicker. She slams the filled magazine on the table, grabbing another and beginning to load rounds into it.

VALENCIA (CLEARING HER THROAT)

Mhm.

COMPUTER SPEAKER

Ultimately, however, the UNSC would lose this engagement. It remained an extremely critical colony for both military and supply chains, as well as the rumored “home” of the Spartan supersoldiers.

The view begins to close in on Valencia’s helmet.

COMPUTER SPEAKER

The fall of Planet Reach saw many lives lost in the conflict, including those deployed into active duty, as well as civilians attempting to evacuate. The Covenant’s victory saw the planet “glassed”, or more specifically, their spacecraft’s heated beams of plasma burning the planet’s surface to the point of becoming uninhabitable. There are currently no plans to return to Planet Reach.

As the computer continues, Valencia’s breath begins to become audible, shaking. She finishes another clip, slamming it on the table, as well as grabbing more rounds of ammunition, some spilling onto the floor. 

COMPUTER SPEAKER 

Auto-read paused. Would you like to continue? Select yes, or no.

Valencia ignores the prompt as she loads rounds into the magazine even faster, haphazardly. Eventually, her hands fumble as she drops both the remaining rounds as well as the magazine onto the cement floor.

VALENCIA (TO HERSELF)

Shit.

She gets out of the chair to pick up the rounds. Valencia’s breath becomes faster, her chest tightening as she begins to pant.

Suddenly, Cyro ‘Hazam speaks up as he enters the control room, startling Valencia.

CYRO ‘HAZAM

Human, I wish to speak with you. In regards to one of your own- 

Immediately, Valencia shifts and grabs her Magnum in one swift motion, pointing it with one arm directly towards Cyro ‘Hazam, before realizing her actions.

VALENCIA (BREATH SHORTENING)

Oh, my God. I... I apologize, Cyro ‘Hazam, you just... you startled me...

Valencia leans against the entryway to the control room, as Cyro ‘Hazam takes a step back, off-put.

VALENCIA (PANTING)

Just give me... Give me one moment... To get back with you...

Valencia drops her Magnum as she regains her footing to walk out of the control room. She takes the opposite exit and entryway ramp she entered from, and enters the sub-level below the control room, riddled with heating pipes and fluorescent lights, serving as the facility’s maintenance hallway. 

Valencia tears off her helmet, fidgeting with it in her hands. She begins to pace back and forth, breathing through her nose, slow and paced. Quick, frantic actions occupy her armored gloves, folding around as they hold her helmet.

Her slow and paced breathing becomes faster. Valencia shifts from breathing from her nose to inhaling through it and exhaling through her mouth, shakily. Her pacing increases, walking back and forth in her space faster.

Her breathing stops.

Valencia shifts again, trying and struggling to breathe solely out of her mouth. The fidgeting with her helmet becomes loose, and it falls to the ground. She stops, and kneels to pick it up, before stopping for just a moment, and slamming into the wall behind her.

Valencia falls into a complete state of shock as she quickly pants, her chest inhaling and exhaling air at an alarming rate as she grasps desperately at it, her body sealed in a prison cast from the dense and cold metal of her armor. She sits in the maintenance hallway, alone, as she feeds deeper and deeper into her state of mind.

SCENE 3: VALENCIA AND YOUNGER TEAMMATE FRIDA DISCUSS THEIR ULTIMATE PURPOSE AS SPARTANS, AS WELL AS SOLDIERS.

As Frida continues to bounce the grenade, footsteps approach on the level below. Another Zero Team member turns the corner of the parallel structure, revealed to be Valencia, curious on the disturbance.

VALENCIA (CALLING OUT)

097!

No response. Valencia shakes her head in frustration. She approaches Frida, seemingly focused entirely on the grenade’s impacts.

VALENCIA (REPEATING)

097!

Again, no response. Valencia approaches directly underneath Frida’s elevation, and calls out once more.

VALENCIA (LOUDER)

Frida!

Frida, suddenly alert, looks towards Valencia below, yet manages to catch the grenade in her hand one more time without her focus. 

FRIDA (DISTRACTED)

Oh, hey, Lieutenant.

VALENCIA

Do you mind telling me why you’re... occupying yourself with a fragmentation grenade?

FRIDA (LOW)

No reason. Just... thinking, I guess. 

VALENCIA

If you’re thinking, then I recommend thinking about completing your list of maintenance tasks. Petty Officer Halbert-012 has already started on his.

Valencia looks over her shoulder, turning back towards the raised platform facing the conversing, armored pair. On top rests Halbert, tucked away in a small corner onboard. 

In front of him are empty magazines, paired with ammunition rounds waiting to be interacted with. He sits idle by them, arms crossed as he slowly breathes in and out, dormant.

VALENCIA (CALLING OUT)

Isn’t that right, 012?

No response rises from Halbert.

VALENCIA (LOUDER)

I said, isn’t that right, 012?

Halbert briefly shakes himself awake to respond, groggily.

HALBERT (SLURRING)

Hm, yes, yes, Lieutenant, I’m working on it...

VALENCIA

Mhm, be sure to have all those magazines filled by the time I check in on you!

HALBERT

Yes, ma’am...

Halbert shakes his head as he returns to his slumber.

FRIDA (GROANS)

Ugh, isn’t there anything else we can do around here?

VALENCIA (TURNING BACK)

You can also continue combat exercises using the training boards. And without that grenade, you know the rules. Standard issue only. Put it back.

Frida throws her head back onto the platform she leans on, resting on it in defiance.

VALENCIA

Do you want me to get the commander? I don’t think he would take kindly to you ignoring your duties.

FRIDA (GROANS)

Ugh...

VALENCIA

Does that mean you’re going to get started?

FRIDA (SARCASTIC)

Yes, Lieutenant...

VALENCIA

Good. Now put that back. 

Valencia begins to turn around and walk away, before Frida speaks up while continuing to sit.

FRIDA (CURIOUS)

Lieutenant?

Valencia stops, looking over her shoulder.

VALENCIA

Yes?

FRIDA (SITTING UP)

Um... permission to speak freely?

VALENCIA (AFTER A MOMENT)

...Permission granted.

FRIDA

With all the other Spartans we know exist now... we still matter, right?

VALENCIA

I’m not sure what you mean.

FRIDA (BEFORE STUTTERING)

As in, the commander told us there’s generations of Spartans. Classes of soldiers we didn’t even know existed. But... even through all of that... we still exist, right?

Valencia to the side for a moment, pondering. Frida continues to look to her for a response, before Valencia looks back towards her.

VALENCIA

...Our duty as Spartans is to be the protectors Earth and all her colonies. We’ve known that for as long as I can remember. So... as we continue to do that, we do matter. We do exist.

FRIDA

Then why do I feel like ever since we came out of cryosleep, that hasn’t been the case?

VALENCIA (SCOFFS)

Where is this coming from, 097?

FRIDA (SOFT)

I know we’ve only been redeployed into active duty for a day or so, but our first mission after having Cyro join us... was a fight. Like it always is. It’s always a fight in front of us. I feel like soldiers... I feel like we... are supposed to be more than that.

VALENCIA (COLD)

We are exactly what we are ordered to be. That’s all.

Frida looks back towards the floor, giving no response.

VALENCIA

Now, please, put that ordnance away. You have work to do.

Frida stands up from her position, as she begins to walk deeper into the facility.

FRIDA (LOW)

Yes, Lieutenant.

As Frida walks away, Valencia watches for a brief moment before turning, beginning the return to her point of origin.

These are scenes that encapsulate the range of Valencia's character and the expectations to set within her role! If you have any further questions or thoughts regarding this, please let me know!