Kurt had found his way into the cargo hold in hopes of finding a Pelican or some kind of drop ship he could use to get the hell out of this strange ship. Unfortunately, he hadn't had much luck finding a ride out of here. He was turning to make his way back out into the hallway when he heard the click of canine nails tapping against the metal floor and the heavier footsteps of someone else.
Could it be a group of Jackals hunting him down? This ship was unlike any Kig-Yar ship he'd heard of however. The space faring pirates were prone to clutter and filling their strangely scavenged ships with trophies and other odds and ends of their victims. This ship was far too neat to be a Jackal ship. But what other Covenant did he know of with talons? It never even occurred to the Spartan that he'd be dealing with a dog on this ship.
Whether or not John would see the subtle ripple where the armored Spartan stood creeping around the edges of the shipping container labeled 'Gotor' was uncertain. The sight of the unfamiliar Spartan wearing what was unmistakably MJOLNIR armor however had Kurt pausing. It wasn't like the MJOLNIR suit he had hidden back in his quarters back at Camp Currahee but he recognized the design all the same.
He quickly weighed his options and whether he wanted to chance exposing his position versus the hope that this was one of his fellow Spartans. Another II perhaps? Ducking back behind the wooden shipping container, the Spartan keyed on his mic and whistled the simple six-note signal that every II knew. If he was in fact dealing with a fellow Spartan, they would get the signal. And if not, well he could only hope he could get out from behind this sad looking crate before the other person opened fire.
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Could it be a group of Jackals hunting him down? This ship was unlike any Kig-Yar ship he'd heard of however. The space faring pirates were prone to clutter and filling their strangely scavenged ships with trophies and other odds and ends of their victims. This ship was far too neat to be a Jackal ship. But what other Covenant did he know of with talons? It never even occurred to the Spartan that he'd be dealing with a dog on this ship.
Whether or not John would see the subtle ripple where the armored Spartan stood creeping around the edges of the shipping container labeled 'Gotor' was uncertain. The sight of the unfamiliar Spartan wearing what was unmistakably MJOLNIR armor however had Kurt pausing. It wasn't like the MJOLNIR suit he had hidden back in his quarters back at Camp Currahee but he recognized the design all the same.
He quickly weighed his options and whether he wanted to chance exposing his position versus the hope that this was one of his fellow Spartans. Another II perhaps? Ducking back behind the wooden shipping container, the Spartan keyed on his mic and whistled the simple six-note signal that every II knew. If he was in fact dealing with a fellow Spartan, they would get the signal. And if not, well he could only hope he could get out from behind this sad looking crate before the other person opened fire.