Micah will have been in the base almost two weeks before they would spot the tall soldier who’d been a part of the squad who had ‘escorted’ them to the base. Kurt didn’t know the full details of the op he’d participated in but he’d gleamed enough to know Micah hadn’t been happy to come with them even if they did not put up a fight when they showed up.
He’d had little interaction with the doctor during the return to the base but instead had been working with their ghem escorts to make sure they managed to clean extraction. From the sounds of things, there had been some hang-ups but at the end of the day, they had succeeded in their mission. After that, his part to play had been over but there was a niggling part of him that couldn’t just put it to rest. He wanted to return home, needed to return home to make certain his people were okay and while Kurt’s own moral compass had never pointed true north, he couldn’t help the whisper of guilt that said he might have played a part in imprisoning the good doctor.
That they were now being press-ganged so to speak into working on the project that might help lead him home. The moral quandary there was undeniable but it didn’t make his actions any less unsavory. He’d done unspeakable things before and would no doubt continue to make the hard choices if it was called upon but he couldn’t just bury his head in the sand and pretend that things here were okay. That there wasn’t something seedy going on underneath the surface so one day, when he noticed Micah wandering through the gardens, the Spartan approached them carefully with his expression and body language suitably neutral and non-threatening.
“Doctor,” A question hung on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t quite force it out. He wanted to ask if they were being treated well but instead, he forced himself to stick with that neutral greeting first so as to better gauge their reaction to his presence. In truth, he had no idea if doctor was even the correct title to use. The Cetagandan system was still unwieldy for him and he was still trying to figure out how the rankings and caste systems worked. "May I speak with you for a moment?"
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He’d had little interaction with the doctor during the return to the base but instead had been working with their ghem escorts to make sure they managed to clean extraction. From the sounds of things, there had been some hang-ups but at the end of the day, they had succeeded in their mission. After that, his part to play had been over but there was a niggling part of him that couldn’t just put it to rest. He wanted to return home, needed to return home to make certain his people were okay and while Kurt’s own moral compass had never pointed true north, he couldn’t help the whisper of guilt that said he might have played a part in imprisoning the good doctor.
That they were now being press-ganged so to speak into working on the project that might help lead him home. The moral quandary there was undeniable but it didn’t make his actions any less unsavory. He’d done unspeakable things before and would no doubt continue to make the hard choices if it was called upon but he couldn’t just bury his head in the sand and pretend that things here were okay. That there wasn’t something seedy going on underneath the surface so one day, when he noticed Micah wandering through the gardens, the Spartan approached them carefully with his expression and body language suitably neutral and non-threatening.
“Doctor,” A question hung on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t quite force it out. He wanted to ask if they were being treated well but instead, he forced himself to stick with that neutral greeting first so as to better gauge their reaction to his presence. In truth, he had no idea if doctor was even the correct title to use. The Cetagandan system was still unwieldy for him and he was still trying to figure out how the rankings and caste systems worked. "May I speak with you for a moment?"