"Good, do what you must. Better we are harsh taskmasters to them now rather than letting them get out onto the front-lines only to discover war is ten times harder than training could ever be."
And with that, he and Matt settled in to plan how to improve the Spartan-III's training methods. The next day, the newest drill instructor was unleashed upon the unsuspecting Gamma's.
Chief Mendez was a gifted and skilled instructor who had now overseen the crafting of four different generations of Spartans but the man was no spring chicken. He wasn't soft by any stretch of the imagination but the man just couldn't perform as well as a Spartan-II still in his fighting prime. When Kurt had announced they were doing search and capture exercises, more than one Gamma had visibly fought the urge to roll their eyes because that was so first year.
Of course, none of them had expected one lone DI to be able to effectively hunt each and every fire team down and incapacitate them one at a time. Sure, there were a few particularly promising units such as Teams Saber, Katana and Gladus but they were not equipped to deal with a fully-trained Spartan with decades of combat experience on his side.
It was well after dark when the last demoralized fire team of Spartan-III's returned to Currahee only to be faced with their CO standing there at a parade rest.
"You did well, now get cleaned up and then get some grub. We start early tomorrow." A curious mixture of hopefulness quickly dashed with resignation and uncertainly quickly passed over the teenager's faces. Still, they were too well-disciplined to not follow orders and they made their way towards the barracks at double-time.
Kurt schooled his expression into something appropriately serious but there was some hint of amusement in the other Spartan's hazel eyes when he pinned Matt with a look.
"So, how did they do? I see you returned them all in one piece." Some perhaps more bruised than others but war wasn't gentle or kind.
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And with that, he and Matt settled in to plan how to improve the Spartan-III's training methods. The next day, the newest drill instructor was unleashed upon the unsuspecting Gamma's.
Chief Mendez was a gifted and skilled instructor who had now overseen the crafting of four different generations of Spartans but the man was no spring chicken. He wasn't soft by any stretch of the imagination but the man just couldn't perform as well as a Spartan-II still in his fighting prime. When Kurt had announced they were doing search and capture exercises, more than one Gamma had visibly fought the urge to roll their eyes because that was so first year.
Of course, none of them had expected one lone DI to be able to effectively hunt each and every fire team down and incapacitate them one at a time. Sure, there were a few particularly promising units such as Teams Saber, Katana and Gladus but they were not equipped to deal with a fully-trained Spartan with decades of combat experience on his side.
It was well after dark when the last demoralized fire team of Spartan-III's returned to Currahee only to be faced with their CO standing there at a parade rest.
"You did well, now get cleaned up and then get some grub. We start early tomorrow." A curious mixture of hopefulness quickly dashed with resignation and uncertainly quickly passed over the teenager's faces. Still, they were too well-disciplined to not follow orders and they made their way towards the barracks at double-time.
Kurt schooled his expression into something appropriately serious but there was some hint of amusement in the other Spartan's hazel eyes when he pinned Matt with a look.
"So, how did they do? I see you returned them all in one piece." Some perhaps more bruised than others but war wasn't gentle or kind.