Kurt whistled quietly when Matt suggested finding a way of creating some changeable elements to the obstacle course. The suggestion made a lot of sense but it would also require one hell of a feat of engineering as well. “I’ll bring it up with Mendez, see what he thinks can be done. He’s probably going to be tetchy if we tear up half the obstacle course he spent a good three months planning up. That’s assuming it’s possible to do. Maybe I can do some horse trading with someone in the engineering and R&D branch.”
He knew his personal limitations but that sort of engineering was beyond him and he didn’t know if anyone on his current roster would be up for the challenge.
Kurt led him across the obstacle course, towards the building he’d indicated as his own personal domain. Inside, Matt would discover a neat as a pin office though there were some small personal touches like a vase decorated in an ancient Greco-Roman design but perhaps the most remarkable thing about the office was the multitude of framed clippings on the wall showing photos of various Spartan-II’s and their accolades. The pride in which they were displayed was unmistakable and had taken Kurt a fair amount of time and painstaking hours spend digging up all information he could about his brothers and sisters.
Once ONI had released the knowledge of the II’s to the world, he’d been desperate for news about them. It was a bittersweet tribute because his Spartan-III’s would never grace the walls of this office. They were strictly relegated to the shadows like one of ONI’s dark secrets. The public could not handle the idea of the UNSC training up child soldiers just to use them as little more than over-glorified cannon-fodder. The II’s were adults, more palpable and people didn’t ask too many questions about their origins.
It wasn’t fair and he knew it just as he knew how unfair it was that his students should be treated as little more than disposable soldiers whose lives could be spent so easily. That was why he was willing to go to such illegal lengths to ensure Gamma would not be so easily destroyed.
Behind a locked door, Matt would find himself in a smaller room but one packed to the ceiling with all manner of weaponry, both UNSC and Covenant in origin.
“We do about one hundred clicks from the base. ONI doesn’t want there to be too many visible footprints on the planet just in case someone happens to stumble upon us. We typically tie it in with wilderness survival training and the boots travel by foot to reach it within an allotted timeframe. The DI’s come up with obstacles for them to face along the way. You remember that training exercise we did back on Reach with the maps? Where they dropped us off in the middle of nowhere with map fragments and told us to find our way to the extraction point? It’s sort of like that.”
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He knew his personal limitations but that sort of engineering was beyond him and he didn’t know if anyone on his current roster would be up for the challenge.
Kurt led him across the obstacle course, towards the building he’d indicated as his own personal domain. Inside, Matt would discover a neat as a pin office though there were some small personal touches like a vase decorated in an ancient Greco-Roman design but perhaps the most remarkable thing about the office was the multitude of framed clippings on the wall showing photos of various Spartan-II’s and their accolades. The pride in which they were displayed was unmistakable and had taken Kurt a fair amount of time and painstaking hours spend digging up all information he could about his brothers and sisters.
Once ONI had released the knowledge of the II’s to the world, he’d been desperate for news about them. It was a bittersweet tribute because his Spartan-III’s would never grace the walls of this office. They were strictly relegated to the shadows like one of ONI’s dark secrets. The public could not handle the idea of the UNSC training up child soldiers just to use them as little more than over-glorified cannon-fodder. The II’s were adults, more palpable and people didn’t ask too many questions about their origins.
It wasn’t fair and he knew it just as he knew how unfair it was that his students should be treated as little more than disposable soldiers whose lives could be spent so easily. That was why he was willing to go to such illegal lengths to ensure Gamma would not be so easily destroyed.
Behind a locked door, Matt would find himself in a smaller room but one packed to the ceiling with all manner of weaponry, both UNSC and Covenant in origin.
“We do about one hundred clicks from the base. ONI doesn’t want there to be too many visible footprints on the planet just in case someone happens to stumble upon us. We typically tie it in with wilderness survival training and the boots travel by foot to reach it within an allotted timeframe. The DI’s come up with obstacles for them to face along the way. You remember that training exercise we did back on Reach with the maps? Where they dropped us off in the middle of nowhere with map fragments and told us to find our way to the extraction point? It’s sort of like that.”