True blue?
An unfamiliar-looking (at first glance) Spartan headed through Blue Base. Maybe his walk would be identifiable, or maybe his armour's identifying beacon would give it away to anyone who could be bothered to check, but colour alone? Regulation blue, with white flashes? A civil-war Spartan's one biggest identifier and it'd never been seen here before.
It felt a little strange, still, for Simmons. As he walked, he kept looking at his arms, needing to remind himself as much as anything.
He couldn't help but imagine the red colour hidden under there - under it all. Once a Red, always a Red? But these things cut both ways.
Things seemed quiet as ever, though. He glanced into the comm room, looking for anyone - the display made him raise an eyebrow. Where did he leave the diagnostics disc for the system again? Had to be here somewhere... Back in his room? In the tank? This wasn't going to be good...
With that thought in his mind, he turned away.
It felt a little strange, still, for Simmons. As he walked, he kept looking at his arms, needing to remind himself as much as anything.
He couldn't help but imagine the red colour hidden under there - under it all. Once a Red, always a Red? But these things cut both ways.
Things seemed quiet as ever, though. He glanced into the comm room, looking for anyone - the display made him raise an eyebrow. Where did he leave the diagnostics disc for the system again? Had to be here somewhere... Back in his room? In the tank? This wasn't going to be good...
With that thought in his mind, he turned away.