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[ cortana in the background, her little form trying to move things around in her tiny little room. there’s a moment where she looks at a torso, raises an eyebrow and tells someone to get talking. ]
You don’t have to show your face. [small arms crossing before making a movement with her fingers for him to turn the camera away from her and back to him.] You have a very nice torso, I’m sure they’ll get the idea.
[ and then the nice torso starts actually talking: ]
Fine.
[ he murmurs it quickly as he straightens the video out. his hands keeping the feed pointed towards his chest and the pieces of armor that they have settled into the room just beside him. the most important parts (the ones they can’t afford to lose). the armor is his best weapon--but it requires skilled hands, diagnostics, patch ups. but in the end, he’d rather keep what he has to himself. on the downlow. it’s easier this way, but at the same time, frustrating. his voice is a bit gruff. ]
I’m looking for a suit technician. Preferably one from between the stardates of 2517 and 2557. I can be flexible if necessary. Give or take a couple of decades… maybe a century or two.
[ the beat that follows confesses something along the lines of “i just wear the suit, i don’t do much else with it.” not to mention, he’s never actually taken it off of his own volition.
cortana’s voice springs in, clear as a bell and chief can be heard letting out a sigh (relief, maybe?) ]
We’re also looking for something that can easily move 900+ pounds of armor. Preferably in a cargo bay with lots of room for maneuvering, and high powered tools. Not that I don’t mind making the Master Chief put his back into it, but it would make it easier for the both of us if I didn’t spend a few centuries trying to get things bolted down.
[ it’s only with a sharp, small elbow to the rib that he closes: ]
Chief and Cortana. Out.
You don’t have to show your face. [small arms crossing before making a movement with her fingers for him to turn the camera away from her and back to him.] You have a very nice torso, I’m sure they’ll get the idea.
[ and then the nice torso starts actually talking: ]
Fine.
[ he murmurs it quickly as he straightens the video out. his hands keeping the feed pointed towards his chest and the pieces of armor that they have settled into the room just beside him. the most important parts (the ones they can’t afford to lose). the armor is his best weapon--but it requires skilled hands, diagnostics, patch ups. but in the end, he’d rather keep what he has to himself. on the downlow. it’s easier this way, but at the same time, frustrating. his voice is a bit gruff. ]
I’m looking for a suit technician. Preferably one from between the stardates of 2517 and 2557. I can be flexible if necessary. Give or take a couple of decades… maybe a century or two.
[ the beat that follows confesses something along the lines of “i just wear the suit, i don’t do much else with it.” not to mention, he’s never actually taken it off of his own volition.
cortana’s voice springs in, clear as a bell and chief can be heard letting out a sigh (relief, maybe?) ]
We’re also looking for something that can easily move 900+ pounds of armor. Preferably in a cargo bay with lots of room for maneuvering, and high powered tools. Not that I don’t mind making the Master Chief put his back into it, but it would make it easier for the both of us if I didn’t spend a few centuries trying to get things bolted down.
[ it’s only with a sharp, small elbow to the rib that he closes: ]
Chief and Cortana. Out.
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[ If Harry didn't want to be rudely nitpicked out of nowhere he shouldn't have asked about absentee Auror training in the first place. ]
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[ someone is jealous weh ]
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[ he's got priorities. and he's been here for long enough that being in deep space no longer holds any novelty factor. ]
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It had been almost two decades since he'd worn his MJOLNIR and Kurt wasn't prepared for the sharp sense of longing he felt when faced with a fellow Spartan kitted out in full armor. He could still remember the day he'd been outfitted with his own kit for the first time as vividly as though it were yesterday. The excitement, pride and uncertainty rolled all into one complex set of emotions. And considering he only knew of one Master Chief petty officer Spartan-II, Kurt had a pretty good idea who that torso belonged to. And he didn't know what to think of coming face to face with John would entail.
Perhaps that's why he didn't activate the video feature of his device and why he didn't reveal his identity just yet. Call it cowardly or maybe he was just being cautious. Or maybe...maybe being reunited with family deserved more than some video conference call.] I can help with that. Have you considered creating some kind of gantry to help support the armor's weight?
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[Not to mention Kurt distinctly remembered how long it had taken to don full MJOLNIR back when he'd been operating in those circles though he'd heard they'd streamlined the process a lot in the past twenty years.]
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it means he's encrypted this to both of them!!
OH!!!
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