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rp_help) wrote in janitorscloset2017-07-12 05:06 pm
rp_help) wrote in janitorscloset2017-07-12 05:06 pm
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[meme] RvB & Halo AU Meme
Ever wonder what your Freelancer would do if they were able to fight in the war, or how the Spartans would behave if they were recruited as Freelancers? Here's your chance to find out!
How to play:
- Post a top-level with your RvB or Halo character
- List preferences and ideas, or write a starter
- Tag around! It doesn't have to be strictly characters from the other setting, either. Put two Freelancers in the ODST, or put Master Chief and Cortana in Project Freelancer. Let your imagination be your guide!
- Have fun!
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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.”
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"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."
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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."
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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.”
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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."
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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.
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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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“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.“
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"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."
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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.”
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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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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.
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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.