#kurt 051

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Given the nature of the Spartan IIs and IIIs in the Halo franchise I have to wonder if any of the child soldiers developed dissociative disorders or dissociative tendencies

[authortobenamedlater]

Headcanons I come up with while up too late, inspired by Jorge musing that Kurt's poker face is so bad even armor can't hide it:

Spartans playing poker. How does it go?

Kurt can always tell when someone is bluffing. Sadly, he's way too expressive for his own good so he usually ends up getting his butt kicked. (This is really more my Silver version of him but I'm using it anyway.)

John (either version) is too darned honest and can't bluff.

Soren, on the other hand, is an excellent bluffer.

Fred would be fine if he could stop overthinking everything.

Riz and Linda both have the unbeatable combo of rock-solid poker face and endless patience.

Jorge’s Halopedia notes that he is something of a card shark, so he’s probably a decent poker player.

Vannak never loses. At least to hear him tell it.

Still need Kai, Kelly, the rest of Noble, probably some others.

I'm in the mood for a zany reblog conversation. @threshergm @genesisgrey @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @ageless-aislynn @caffeineyum @mrtobenamedlater anyone else who wants to jump in.

[genesisgrey]

A Curious Connection

Prompt: A Curious Connection for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Halo TV Series (Silver Timeline)

Summary: Kurt remembers Julia, and Julia’s brother. (What’s in a name?)

Notes: Set in my Silver Timeline Kurt-051 head canon, going along with my fic Kurt Ambrose and the Ghost of Onyx. Unedited. @authortobenamedlater, look, more of Silver Timeline Kurt! Need more of yours, too!

Spartan Training Facility Lights Out

Kurt opened his eyes but otherwise remained utterly still as he stared at the ceiling of the barracks, attempting to figure out what woke him.

Illumination was still at ‘Lights Out’ level, and a glance at the one narrow window at the end of his bunk show showed it was still night. There were no klaxons going off and no drill instructors standing over them with batons. Though, that hadn’t happened in years. He sniffed the air for smoke or other gasses, but detected nothing. Then he heard that soft sound of a door.

He sat up and met Nora’s brown eyes, sitting up on her own bunk. She made the sign for J and then 013. He inclined his head in question and she gave a gesture for unknown. Kurt narrowed his eyes in consideration. The facilities were in the opposite direction. Julia left by the exit to outside.

Both he and Nora slipped on their waiting boots and made their way down the line. Other recruits were awake, but didn’t join. Kurt took the lead going out, looking for handlers or other personnel before motioning to Nora it was clear.

There were only so many directions Julia could have gone without immediate detection. They wound up climbing a storm drain to the roof. Over months, recruits had been nudging some of the surveillance equipment to create blind spots. Centimeters at a time so The Watch wouldn’t notice. Kurt suspected Dr. Halsey and her AI assistant noticed, but it didn’t seem to have been mentioned to their drill instructors.

Julia sat on the roof with her knees folded so she could rest her chin on them. “I’m not making a break for it,” she mumbled at Kurt and Nora’s approach.

“This would be a shitty starting point if you were,” Nora said, crouching next to her. “Maybe if you make the jump to the commissary...”

Kurt glanced at the adjacent building, maybe twelve meters away, and considered. They were getting to a point where they could almost make it with a running start.

“What are you doing up here?” Nora asked.

“I had a dream,” Julia said. “Wanted some air.”

Kurt moved to sit on Julia’s other side. “What was it about?” he asked. Nearly everyone hated talking to the camp phycologists, but more of his fellow recruits would talk to him. Sometimes it made them feel better, and that made him feel better.

Julia didn’t talk for several minutes. “Do you ever think about your old name?”

“No,” Nora said, while Kurt admitted, “I don’t remember it.”

Julia pressed her forehead against her folded arms. “A lady was calling for me by a name. I knew it was mine from before I was Julia-013, but I can’t quite remember it, just ‘Julia Ah...’“

“You need to forget that. Dr. Halsey says all the before stuff is a distraction,” Nora said mumbled, eyes focused on an owl swooping in the tree line. “Becoming a Spartan is all that matters.”

“And I want to be a good one,” Julia said. “I just can’t help remembering before, sometimes. I miss my brother.”

Nora shifted uncomfortably while Kurt gently put his hand on Julia’s back, because it seemed like the right thing to do. His instincts were usually right about this sort of thing.

“He always held my hand and kept me safe,” she said, and her voice cracked. “I wish I could remember the name we shared. Ah... Something.”

Kurt rubbed Julia’s back as the three of them sat in silence until they had to get back to their bunks.

Dropship Ares In descent to Camp Currahee, Onyx

Ackerson, Kurt thought to himself. Ackerson was the name Julia had been searching for all those years ago.

There was a jolt of thrusters coming online as the dropship transitioned from the vacuum of space into planetary atmosphere. Safety straps strained against his chest, reminding him of his lack of armor. The regulation uniform was uncomfortable. Its stiff collar chafed his neck, laden with the Lieutenant insignia he didn’t feel was earned. 

He did a scan of the other four, no, five occupants of the transport. Dr. Henry Glassman was absorbed with whatever was on his tablet, while drill instructors Kerrigan and Hardy were discussing the results of some sporting event. Project Hauteclere was in a case next to him. Nora. Or what was left of her. He wondered if a crystal matrix being transported felt like sleep or if it was claustrophobic.

Kurt shook his head a fraction. It was still awkward having to be concerned with emotions. But, back in training, he always had been. John was better at mustering the troops. Kurt had been better at understanding them.

His gaze flickered over to the final occupant of the dropship. Colonel James Ackerson. Kurt’s new superior officer and Dr. Halsey’s replacement.

There was a chance he wasn’t related to Julia, but Kurt knew in his gut this had to be her brother. His age was right. He had the same coloration in skin and hair. Similar bone structure with the high cheekbones, but Julia never had the chance to lose the ‘baby fat’ and gain definition. The question was, did he know Julia had been part of the Spartan II class? It seemed impossible to be a coincidence. Did he know what happened to her?

“Is there something you want to say, Lieutenant Ambrose?” Ackerson asked, noticing the attention and meeting Kurt’s eyes.

There it was, in Ackerson’s eyes. That hostility that Kurt felt directed at him and not at the same time. The sense taking over the Spartan Program was not simply a post, it was personal.

“No, sir,” Kurt said. “Just ready to see the camp.”

[broken-wings-and-bastard-kings]

[lucentshore]

do you guys ever think about the spartan iis playing custom games to train. i do. i think about it a lot.

i think jorge would love jump rope. throwing himself down a massive slope at a bunch of the other spartans in a tank would be absolutely delightful for him.

i think linda would have a great time in trash compactor in either role.

i think naomi would have a blast with ice cream man, and sam would - in the best way - be absolutely terrible at jenga.

fred would get teamed up on in sword tournament because he's unfairly good.

kurt would be really bad at halo, i can feel it in my heart. linda is banned from being the sniper in that one though.

maria would absolutely adore duck hunt, especially being one of the ducks (linda is banned being the one with the sniper in this one too. kelly is banned from being a duck.)

yknow?

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85425721

Another story from my songfic challenge! This song is Monster from Epic the Musical

@authortobenamedlater and @genesisgrey, you have no idea how hard it was not to insert some silliness involving Fred and Kelly here and that is both of your fault.

[liciatalks]

Reading 'Halo Ghost of Oynx'

UNSC: the 300 candidates for Beta company

Kurt: 300 plus my children (Alpha)

UNSC: ...

Kurt: 300 PLUS MY CHILDREN!

[dougielombax]

Alright.

Fuck it!

*primes nuclear warhead*

Okay…

*looks at approaching Covenant horde*

“YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!!!”

*slams down button to activate nuclear warhead*

*THE SKELETON APPEARS*

Three gifs at once! Bet you didn’t expect that!

Anyway.