The SPI armor was definitely a lot different from the MJOLNIR armor he had sitting back home hidden in his weapons locker. Kurt hadn't worn it in nearly twenty years but he could still remember the weight and the power it filled him with the first time he'd donned his suit.
Ackerson had never told him whether his fellow II's had mourned him or if there had even been a funeral for him. Those first few days had passed in a confusing blur as the newly minted Lieutenant Junior Grade had gotten used to the strange turn had taken. The years had passed quickly and Kurt had lost himself in training each class of Spartan-III's to be the best Spartans they could ever be but he'd never forgotten where he'd come from or the II's he'd grown up with.
When the visor cleared, Kurt instantly recognized John despite the weathering on the other Spartan's face. A quiet noise escaped the dark haired man and he found himself answering almost on autopilot; the words practically rote by now.
"Spartans never die, you know that." They weren't the type of people to hug or indulge in wild displays of emotion. And this place was definitely not the place for heartfelt reunions but there was a hint of wryness in Kurt's face that conveyed a whole host of unspoken questions and greetings.
"We should figure out what's going on here, One-One-Seven." The codename instead of the real name because they were still in unknown territory and possibly surrounded by enemies.
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Ackerson had never told him whether his fellow II's had mourned him or if there had even been a funeral for him. Those first few days had passed in a confusing blur as the newly minted Lieutenant Junior Grade had gotten used to the strange turn had taken. The years had passed quickly and Kurt had lost himself in training each class of Spartan-III's to be the best Spartans they could ever be but he'd never forgotten where he'd come from or the II's he'd grown up with.
When the visor cleared, Kurt instantly recognized John despite the weathering on the other Spartan's face. A quiet noise escaped the dark haired man and he found himself answering almost on autopilot; the words practically rote by now.
"Spartans never die, you know that." They weren't the type of people to hug or indulge in wild displays of emotion. And this place was definitely not the place for heartfelt reunions but there was a hint of wryness in Kurt's face that conveyed a whole host of unspoken questions and greetings.
"We should figure out what's going on here, One-One-Seven." The codename instead of the real name because they were still in unknown territory and possibly surrounded by enemies.