[ the most startling part of the whole thing is that Herc recognizes him. the surprise shows in his face when the beast of a man walks up to him, his head nearly brushing the ceiling, and the only person Herc can think to compare him to (outside the other spartans) is Aleksis (or was it Sasha?) Kaidanovsky.
but that aside: ]
I met you b'fore, didn't I?
[ although then, he'd been tangled up in bandages and wounded beyond anything Herc had seen at that point in the city ]
We've met? [he remembers that they had met before, but for a good reason he feigns ignorance. there's so much about that time that he can't talk about: the war, the neural lace - everything.]
[ Herc doesn't know what it was, or if it been a side effect of COMPASS, but if the guy doesn't remember the marshall won't hold it against him. he'd looked to be in a serious amount of pain, and Herc wouldn't inflict the memory of that on most of the people he knew.
[everyone has their secrets, and Spartans were one of the bigger secrets. he glances at the hand, remembering that's how much soldiers greet each other (the phrasing was on purpose)- he never greets civilians.]
The feeling is mutual.
[his hand feels heavy, like its' filled with lead instead of bone and chief shakes it with a loose and firm grip at the same time - it's strange.]
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he comes with whatever tools he has, but mostly he's there to be muscle.]
Marshal Hansen. [i'm the master chief.]
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but that aside: ]
I met you b'fore, didn't I?
[ although then, he'd been tangled up in bandages and wounded beyond anything Herc had seen at that point in the city ]
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I apologize, I don't remember.
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[ Herc doesn't know what it was, or if it been a side effect of COMPASS, but if the guy doesn't remember the marshall won't hold it against him. he'd looked to be in a serious amount of pain, and Herc wouldn't inflict the memory of that on most of the people he knew.
he offers hand. ]
Good to meet ya in person.
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[everyone has their secrets, and Spartans were one of the bigger secrets. he glances at the hand, remembering that's how much soldiers greet each other (the phrasing was on purpose)- he never greets civilians.]
The feeling is mutual.
[his hand feels heavy, like its' filled with lead instead of bone and chief shakes it with a loose and firm grip at the same time - it's strange.]