Going into places he wasn't welcome wasn't uncommon. Freelancer did it a lot, saying it was against the Insurrection at times. Maine was made to be what he was because of them. Sure they didn't get used against the rebels often seeing as the Covenant were a thing, but basically most places he went and wasn't supposed to go to were human in construct. His armor, his team, or his stature usually for him through the doors. Perhaps it was the fact that he was built LIKE a SPARTAN that got him past the no doubt prowling ONI presence. Or, at least, he has to assume there is an ONI presence once he heard the voice.
It was an impossible voice, out of the furthest parts of the past. His mind marks it as Kurt, or Kurt like. Kurt whose name had shown up on the MIA rosters. SPARTANS never died they said. Maine didn't believe in that. He knew them before they were legends. Had been one of them until not too long after the augmentation process. Most things that went wrong from the augments went wrong immediately. For Matt it had been later. Hearing issues, a minor tremor in his hands that wouldn't affect a fist fight but was far from useful in a SPARTAN and might well be disastrous in true Mjolnir armor, it all meant he was a late washout. But he still knew there was a difference between a discard like him that ONI had not kept for direct opts but had rather foisted off on another program as a sort of... doubled up test subject, and what he saw in front of him.
Truth be told seeing Kurt, older and more worn and alive, put him on edge. Not because he thought Lurt would hurt him. They were brothers once. No, his concern was that if a 'dead' SPARTAN was around, this was somewhere he didn't belong.
Still he moved forward. And, seeing the rank on his uniform, he threw off a crisper salute than he ever offered the Director. One e hadn't used since... if memory serves, not since the last time he saw the Chief, which was long and longer ago.
"Long time, sir," he spoke, not commenting on his apparent health. In fact he didn't comment on much, partially because the moment he opened his mouth to speak he hurt. Perhaps the fact that he could at all, even if only in a low grumble, was to be considered a miracle of the Hopeful. Too many bullets to the throat. Speaking should be impossible, not just agonizing.
Re: I'm so sorry, RL kicked my ass this weekend. And forgive my tldr Kurt has a lot of FEELS
It was an impossible voice, out of the furthest parts of the past. His mind marks it as Kurt, or Kurt like. Kurt whose name had shown up on the MIA rosters. SPARTANS never died they said. Maine didn't believe in that. He knew them before they were legends. Had been one of them until not too long after the augmentation process. Most things that went wrong from the augments went wrong immediately. For Matt it had been later. Hearing issues, a minor tremor in his hands that wouldn't affect a fist fight but was far from useful in a SPARTAN and might well be disastrous in true Mjolnir armor, it all meant he was a late washout. But he still knew there was a difference between a discard like him that ONI had not kept for direct opts but had rather foisted off on another program as a sort of... doubled up test subject, and what he saw in front of him.
Truth be told seeing Kurt, older and more worn and alive, put him on edge. Not because he thought Lurt would hurt him. They were brothers once. No, his concern was that if a 'dead' SPARTAN was around, this was somewhere he didn't belong.
Still he moved forward. And, seeing the rank on his uniform, he threw off a crisper salute than he ever offered the Director. One e hadn't used since... if memory serves, not since the last time he saw the Chief, which was long and longer ago.
"Long time, sir," he spoke, not commenting on his apparent health. In fact he didn't comment on much, partially because the moment he opened his mouth to speak he hurt. Perhaps the fact that he could at all, even if only in a low grumble, was to be considered a miracle of the Hopeful. Too many bullets to the throat. Speaking should be impossible, not just agonizing.