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“Trust me, it took a while for that title to not feel super weird.” Kurt admitted almost conspiratorially. “I certainly never planned on being an officer but I couldn’t very well run this entire camp as just a non-com.” Ackerson had given him his lieutenant’s bars but Kurt’s hard work had helped him to climb the ranks to Lieutenant Commander all on his own.

“You’re asking me to help you game my own requisitions systems?” He teased with a bland look but the twinkle of devilment in his eyes betrayed him. Kurt was amused rather than put out by it. “Don’t tell me your recon skills are so rusty you need to be told who holds which rank and position at a base this small?”

"I was thinking that, as your best friend, you'd spare me some effort," Matt counters, smirking. He can do it himself. Hell, he could probably do it with just intimidation skills, he had a lot of those. But that didn't chance the fact that he had a preference for the easy way. Soon things weren't going to be easy at all and he wanted to bask in that before it was gone.

Too soon things would be gone. Including these new recruits.

"Food, cards, sleep," Matt decides. Those are his priority now, with a connection to Kurt built in. They won't be able to be as close to each other after this. They'll have responsibilities. And he doesn't want those. He just wants his friend. Everything else is something expected of him after that.

Now if only they had Linda here.

“It seems to me, I would be doing you a disservice by letting your skills grow any more rusty and disused.” Kurt countered with a matching smirk. Contrary to his teasing, he knew the chances that Matt had grown that rusty were all but impossible.

Some things were just ingrained too deeply into them and the ability to gather intel was as second nature as breathing to a Spartan. He knew Matt would soon enough figure out the inner workings of Camp Currahee as though the man had been stationed here for years rather than a handful of days.

“Let’s check number one off of that list. And hopefully you brought that deck we were playing with back on the Hopeful because these days, I don’t get a lot of opportunity to sneak in a hand of cards so I doubt I have any back in my quarters.”

Matt huffs at the idea that not letting him sniff around would be a disservice. But if Kurt is going to play at that he will prove himself worthy. Give him time. He will manage. Even if it will take some time. Thing was he was less practiced now than he had been when they were young.

"You really think I stole those cards from the enlisteds?"

How dare he? Well, in Kurt's defense he could be certain Matt had them in his highly lacking sack they had dropped at his room. There had been no time or chance to return the cards before. They would be able to get them easily to play.

"Let me get them and meet you? This time you get the food and we actually play a hand or two."

Kurt had just been giving him a heard time mainly because he was fully confident Matt could weasel that information out all on his own. Linda had been one of the best at running an intelligence network back during Boot and they’d picked up more than a few tricks from her over the years.

“I had simply assumed you got them from the commissary.” He had no idea the terrifying Freelancer Agent Maine had intimidated a couple of hapless enlisted men into giving up their cards.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll be sure the charm the cooks out of a couple pudding packs to celebrate your arrival on Onyx.” He said with a boyish looking smile that had both dimples flashing briefly. With that, he left Matt there and headed off in the direction of the mess hall to procure them both some food and also the aforementioned chocolate pudding.

Were this a Freelancer and not Kurt he would have flatly joked that he could kiss Kurt for the pudding.

Going back to his room is interesting. Lord help him, Matt stopped inside of his door, basking for a moment in his space. Just for him. He didn't have to share. This space was his to do with as he pleased. Where he didn't have to listen to other people gossip or have sex. No one else breathing. No one praying. And it had dimensions suited to a SPARTAN.

After he breathes it in for a moment he fetched the cards out of his bag and made his way for Kurt's office. He knew where that was but he would need more direction to find. And with the cards in hand he waited for his friend to come back. Because off hours Kurt was his friend and brother first.

It didn’t take Kurt very long to rustle them up some grub. Being company commander had its perks, sure, but the Spartan had always been very firm in his stance that he ate the same food everyone else in the camp ate.

He remembered Blue Teams tales of how they’d tracked the Insurrectionist leader by following the luxury items he’d snuck into a regular supply drop. Such decadence was distasteful to a professional soldier like a II but moreso than that, Kurt did believe it just plain set a bad example if the higher ranking officers were seen indulging publicly while the recruits and the non-coms age plain mess fair. So he ate the same food the lowest boot ate and encouraged his fellow officers to do the same. If nothing else, it made mess more efficient because the cooks only had to concentrate on one set meal plan which was an additional perk.

Still, he did manage to spirit a second chocolate pudding package out for Matt. As a general rule, he liked to eat in the mess with everyone else but tonight was something special. Tomorrow, Gamma would be filling the camp with noise and excited energy but for tonight, it was just about spending time with his brother and catching up, something there had been little enough time for even on the journey back to Onyx.

“Here we go.” He indicated one of the trays, the one that was unmistakably Matt’s thanks to the second pudding cup. Kurt offered it to the other Spartan so he could have a free hand to palm open the door’s biometric reader.

Well, extra pudding. Now Matt felt spoiled. He smiled at it and took the tray without comment. Of course Kurt was going to get that to him. Damn good CO, better than anyone else that Matt had in the past. Sad how it took only an extra pudding cup to win that title. There were a lot of other things that made Kurt better, but this was the one he was going to be happy with for now.

He waited until the door was opened before slipping in. A chance to spy on the CO's space before it was cleaned up? He was definitely going to do that.

"Nice place," he said as he looked around to evaluate the space. In a few seconds he had marked all the furniture so he could move around quickly and probably with his eyes closed. Then he stood aside for Kurt.

Kurt liked to think his merits as a CO extended beyond just his willingness to sneak Matt an extra pudding pack.

The other man would probably be disappointed when he entered the commander’s quarters if he was expecting anything beyond military neatness. Their DI’s had ensured the young Spartan candidates understood that disorder and disrespecting UNSC property was just as bad a sin as disrespecting the UNSC itself. And those habits hadn’t changed in adulthood. Especially not with the likes of Chief Mendez near at hand.

Kurt’s quarters were for lack of a better term, Spartan to say the least. There were a few personal touches here and there, datapads stacked on the desk, a few more photos hanging on the wall. But otherwise the living area was pretty utilitarian and not exactly luxurious. He’d seen no reason to dedicate a lot of resources to a place he didn’t spend a lot of time in save for sleeping. At least there was a small table set up with a couple of folding chairs.

“It serves my needs. I don’t spend a whole lot of time here, to be honest.”

"Used to it," Matt admits as he moves toward the table. His tray is put down immediately and he starts shuffling the cards in his hand. Get those dealt before he ate. "Always had spaces like this. Except without space. Never had space."

A room to himself was insane. He wasn't certain what he'd do with it space.

"Simple poker. Never learned anything else to be honest."

“It took a while to get used to it.” Kurt admitted with a wry looking smile. “Especially the silence because I’d been so used to sleeping in barracks for so long. I even got used to your snoring.”

That was said with a teasing little smirk as Kurt set his own tray down and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

“You’ll have to expand your horizons a little if you end up playing with the other DI’s. They tend to play a variation where you’re dealt two cards and then everyone has to build their hand from a communal pool of cards that are dealt face up on the table. First three cards are laid down, then a round of betting commences, then a fourth and so on and so on.”

"Don't like Texas Holdem," Matt says almost immediately. He already knew the variation and it was popular on the MoI. That didn't change the fact that he knew how to play it. Took away the fun, the nerves of knowing nothing about what was coming. A Spartan could work without tactical information. Which made it a more interesting mental problem for him to play.

His hands aren't quick enough to sort things in an impressive manner. But he does get the cards laid out before he turns his attention to tearing open the first cup of pudding. The rest of his food could wait until after he had this one.

"I don't snore. If I did, Halsey would have fixed it."

“It’s not my favorite variation but it’s the most popular.” The other man conceded with a wry looking smile. Once Kurt had made himself comfortable in a chair, he studied his brother’s scarred hands silently as he shuffled the cards.

He might not have seen Matt in over twenty years but Kurt could still remember the way his teammate’s hands had shook and how he’d struggled with simple dexterity after the augmentation procedures. They’d tried to help Matt hide it at first, not wanting their fireteam to be broken up but in the end, there had been no hiding the damage done to the other man and he’d been quietly shuffled out of the program.

“Maybe,” Kurt said in a noncommittal manner before dropping his attention to his own food. Unlike Matt, he dug into his entrée first rather than hopping directly to desert. “The doctor who worked on you afterwards, they were able to mitigate a lot of the tremors, I see. Did they approach it from a neurological standpoint or something else?” The tremors had made it impossible for Matt to ever wear MJOLNIR but the Spartan-III’s SPI armor didn’t require the same level of neurological uplink to make it work.

New implants, new control. Matt wasn't going to win any shooting contests among Spartans, probably was the worst shot of the surviving Spartans and wouldn't be able to put multiple bullets through one hole, but there you went.

There wasn't much in the way of desserts on the MoI, so he was going to indulge. His shore leave with the Project tended to be indulging his sweet tooth. He got halfway through the pudding when the question came, and Matt paused. Maine wanted to go for a weapon because that was classified. Matt just sighed and looked away from Kurt. This wasn't an easy conversation.

"I don't know how read-in you are, Kurt. I don't know what I can talk about. But I think... I'm pretty certain that at this point I could handle the MJOLNIR, even if I have no right." It's that simple, or he hoped as much. So he sighed and looked at Kurt again. Better to focus. This was his friend, his brother, and his CO. So he had to work with him.

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Kurt knew he was skating close to pushing the line in asking Matt that but in his mind, he had a valid reason for it. He didn’t want to ask too much of his brother but he also needed to know just what he was capable of these days as well.

“I’m not which is why I’m not going to ask you any of the particulars or details of your previous assignments.” The other Spartan assured him with an earnest look. “All I’m going off of is what I’ve noticed on my own and the fact that the tremors are all but gone and your fine motor skills have improved. This leads me to believe someone, somewhere along the line found a way of helping you in a way Halsey never could.”

Kurt met his gaze with a somber look in his hazel eyes. “And if some of the damage has been rectified then I was thinking that we could kit you out with SPI armor to start with little problem because it doesn’t require nearly the same kind of neural load.”

Hearing Matt talk as though he were not worthy of wearing MJOLNR drew an immediate frown from Kurt. “You have every right; you bled and sacrificed just as much as the rest of us.” He fiercely pointed out. “Let’s not put the cart before the horse. You and I both remember those video logs of that poor bastard who got pulverized just trying to wear MJOLNIR. But if that’s something your truly want to work towards, we’ll do it. But in a safe way because I refuse to let this reunion be a temporary one cut short because you died.“

Really, no, he doesn't really believe Kurt on that one. He wouldn't work toward MJOLNIR because he didn't expect he'd get one. How ridiculous. It was going to take so much more time to get himself better to the point where he'd believe what Kurt offered.

"My implants can more than handle the load," Matt said, because they could. He knew just what the project had been intended to do. The answer needed that enhanced lace. People who could handle the AI without the armor to be the primary support. And in return he had stable hands. And his hearing was better too.

At last he dealt the cards before looking to Kurt. "Let's be specific. The neural wetwork I have compensates for what was wrong with me. And I've learned to be better. To compensate for what it doesn't."

Kurt had always excelled at defying expectations so apparently he would have to remind his brother of that. Whether he could read the shadow of doubt in Matt’s face was unsure but he looked all the more resolute after he said that.

After all, he had a perfectly functioning set of MJOLNIR locked up in his personal armory right now. But perhaps he was putting the cart before the proverbial horse. He blamed his enthusiasm on the excitement of having his old squad mate here within reach after more then two decades of isolation. “Good, then we’ll get you fitted for SPI armor ASAP. It might take them a little bit longer to come up with armor to fit someone your size.”

He broke off then with a piercing look at Matt and it was obvious the gears were turning behind those bright hazel eyes. “The Chief and I both think you’ll be wasted running drills, instead I’m going to use you in a more lateral manner. Gamma is moving onto their graduation exercises which means we are stepping up their battle simulation training. You’ll be the harrier and the sole bane of their existence when they are out in the field.”

Kurt finished with a wry looking smile. “Though, in the spirit of full disclosure, they have always managed to outfox my other DI’s by the end but save for Tom and Lucy, they have never had to face off against a Spartan in the field.”

"I wasn't the brightest Spartan, but I will do my best. I can promise that if it comes to a fist fight they won't last long. I'll do everything I can," Maine promised.

Maybe he would be a good instructor. The men and women that had trained them had never fought the Covenant. Maybe more instructors had by this time, but few in as many ways as Matt. Perhaps Kurt wasn't wrong to trust him.

"I saw your stealth specs. If I'm going to teach them I need to best stealth I can get. And any spare Covenant gear you have. Need to make sure they don't flinch at the sight of a grav hammer.

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"I know I can trust my Spartans in your hands, Matt. I just want you to give them every advantage they can have because Ackerson and ONI...they don't care about Spartan lives. All they care about is that the mission succeeds." There was something dark and troubled in Kurt's eyes.

Spartans didn’t deal with failure very well and Kurt was no different. In his heart, he felt as though he’d failed both Alpha and Beta Companies. It was why he’d fought so hard to keep Tom and Lucy under his command rather than seeing Tom shuffled off into some ONI black bag operation and god only knew what might have happened to Lucy considering her inability to speak.

“I’ll get you everything you need. As I said, they’ve given us a pretty wide array of Covenant and UNSC weaponry. I’m sure I can scrounge up a grav hammer if you need it.” It was generally too heavy for most people to be able to wield but Matt wasn’t most people.

Not the largest Spartan, not the strongest, but Matt was sure as hell determined. And he was going to damn well prove it. "Yes, I want the grav hammer. Seen a squad taken down by one. Want to figure out how to best deal with what they do. Not as bad as fighting those damn Hunters..."

One of the things Matt had barely survived facing. He'd gotten lucky and acquired some plasma grenades earlier. Lobbed them, stuck them to the armor on the back without it getting noticed and that was lucky. Luck wouldn't keep Spartans running. Except for John. but he was different.

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