“I know you did.” He vividly remembered Matt shivering against him during the brief rests they’d taken on their forced march through the winter choked forests of Reach. It had gotten so bad at a few points even Linda had reluctantly curled up against Matt’s other side to sandwich him between them so they could share as much body heat as possible.
Which was saying a lot considering how remote and hands off Linda had always been.
When Matt expressed an excited interest in the heavy looking Gravity-Hammer resting against one of the weapons racks, the brunette nodded and indicated he was welcome to inspect the weapon while he moved to a cabinet that housed a few suits SPI armor.
“We’re rolling out an upgraded version of the Mark-II armor. SPI armor isn’t MJOLNIR though…not by a long shot. But it’s a fraction of the cost to manufacture and ONI refuses to open up its purse strings to outfit the III’s with anything more advanced considering the nature of the program.” There was something dark and shadowed in Kurt’s eyes when he looked indicated a hanging set of SPI armor. “I’m sure you can do the math. As of Gamma there should be close to a thousand Spartan-III’s out in the field but instead, there is just Gamma and a handful of Spartans I managed to save from the chopping block.”
Kurt’s fingers had unconsciously curled into fists at his side, a true indication of his frustration and outrage at the senseless waste of his Spartans’ lives. “ONI uses them like a cudgel, as a highly trained force capable of doing things even ODST cannot accomplish. They are Spartans and accomplish the mission as is expected but their missions almost invariably end in a near one hundred percent loss.”
“That’s why I need your help, Matt. I need you to help me train them to survive the impossible. To give them every advantage they can possibly have to pull through whatever stupid suicide missions ONI can cook up for them.”
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Which was saying a lot considering how remote and hands off Linda had always been.
When Matt expressed an excited interest in the heavy looking Gravity-Hammer resting against one of the weapons racks, the brunette nodded and indicated he was welcome to inspect the weapon while he moved to a cabinet that housed a few suits SPI armor.
“We’re rolling out an upgraded version of the Mark-II armor. SPI armor isn’t MJOLNIR though…not by a long shot. But it’s a fraction of the cost to manufacture and ONI refuses to open up its purse strings to outfit the III’s with anything more advanced considering the nature of the program.” There was something dark and shadowed in Kurt’s eyes when he looked indicated a hanging set of SPI armor. “I’m sure you can do the math. As of Gamma there should be close to a thousand Spartan-III’s out in the field but instead, there is just Gamma and a handful of Spartans I managed to save from the chopping block.”
Kurt’s fingers had unconsciously curled into fists at his side, a true indication of his frustration and outrage at the senseless waste of his Spartans’ lives. “ONI uses them like a cudgel, as a highly trained force capable of doing things even ODST cannot accomplish. They are Spartans and accomplish the mission as is expected but their missions almost invariably end in a near one hundred percent loss.”
“That’s why I need your help, Matt. I need you to help me train them to survive the impossible. To give them every advantage they can possibly have to pull through whatever stupid suicide missions ONI can cook up for them.”