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♡ Caboose used to know how to fight. It wasn't really anything hand to hand -- it was more weaponry and guns and that was all when he had hands, anyways. Caboose used to be, was, pretty strong though! Everybody else said so! But. He didn't have hands anymore. And ... he tripped a lot now. It was weird. New. Caboose didn't mind though, it was just adjusting. He liked everybody here, even if he didn't really know what they were saying a lot of the time. But that was normal.
Anyways, Caboose isn't quite certain how he found himself over here and right now. He blinks rather dumbly as he peers up at the white cat-person-thing. Le ... ssons? Training? It was training? Or was it? Oh, Caboose wasn't sure about that. He may have had a basic grasp on military stuff but he hadn't ever trained or anything before. Or. Not for a long time, at least. This doesn't stop Caboose from being pulled along with the crowd as he absently wanders forwards, tail half-way wagging and mind just ... completely blank. Nothing new. He snaps out of it once people start talking again though, blinking between them with his helmet swinging awkwardly. Participating? In what? Oh, this.
"Ooh!! Ooh!! I'll join in!!" Swinging back to excitement with his call back to ... existence or something, Caboose perks up, tail wagging. What would they be doing? Caboose isn't sure he'll understand or even if he'll pull it off correctly, but it's not like that was exactly running through his head right now. Mostly it was just an abrupt transformation from 'do i really want to do this' to 'sounds exciting'!!! It ... wasn't very hard to get him involved in something. At all. He probably could just participate, but what was the fun in that?? He just sat on the sidelines for enough things and it made him sad. "What ... what'll we be doing?" Voice quieting, Caboose continues bouncing on his pawpads, seemingly unaware that Suiteheart would be explaining it in her own time. That or Caboose had already forgotten what was going on. Either was pretty likely. He had the attention span and memory of a goldfish. Honestly, he was more invested in the people and fun than whatever lessons would be going on. Whether or not he'd even manage a spar or anything was questionable -- was it even a good idea? Caboose might lose focus. Or he might end up seriously hurting someone just because the concept of friendly fire or gentle-ness-ness isn't really a thing to him. It'd never went bad in the past! Well, not as far as Caboose cares, at least.

Fighting was what made a soldier. Growing up in a world that was nothing but sunken into a war would obviously mean that Washington didn't exactly know the meaning of peace in the end. There was nothing but violence, bloodshed, and loyalty to the squad that one would be placed in. In a squad, anyone should be willing to lay down their life for one another without any sort of hesitation. The Freelancer knew that fairly quickly during the few times that he was allowed to lead a squad against insurrectionists that were on the planet. He almost didn't even grow up on Earth for that very long. Instead, he was placed onto a new planet where he was able to go up the ranks. Being promoted to Corporal meant that he was somewhat important to the team that he was on, and they were going up against the covenant during the Great War. He was a great shot and rarely ever missed. He was precise, and that's what other's ended up knowing about him in the future. However, at one point his squad had nearly all been killed, but he was able to save them. At the point of refusing his order from his Sergeant and injuring him so that they could all get away and the rest of the platoon would listen to him.

It was a hard decision to make, but at that time he wasn't willing to watch everyone that he worked with die at his feet. Agent Washington did hold a grudge against the Alien race that had indeed killed his friends, but he was never given a chance to seek out revenge. Instead, once they got back, he was immediately court-martialed for not listening to his Sergeants order and injuring a fellow officer during duty. It was a hard pill to swallow, but Washington was stubborn and believed that everything that he did had been for the right. He didn't care what other's knew about him, and that had been where Project Freelancer realized that he could become an asset to them. After a while, he was psychologically interviewed by the Counselor himself. He had researched a little bit on the Project itself and thought the idea was actually quite useful. Humans were losing the war, which he had witnessed first hand on that mission with his platoon. But since he was court-martialled, it meant that if anything bad ever happened to him, no one would come looking for a washout like himself.

He was expendable. Just like everyone else in Project Freelancer ultimately ended up being. He still wasn't sure what the organization saw in the likes of him. Yeah, he was a good shot, but he wasn't great compared to North who managed to use sniper rifles like they were nothing. He only had a battle rifle, but he was damn good with it. He also wasn't the best fighter either. That would belong to Carolina. In other words, he was the worst of the best in the Project. Which meant that he was still more than capable of holding his own once he had just this experimental project dealing mostly with AI. Was Joining the project the best thing that he had done in his life? Probably not. Especially with the situation, he was in now and the betrayal that he could feel constantly pressing down on his spine. He only wished the project had been what they had put on their brochures, instead of hiding the secrets that they held.

Now that he was in this world though, he was pretty sure that his fighting would become average compared to everyone else. Trust his instincts is one of the main aspects that he would probably follow first. Even if someone was capable of attacking the lion-sized animal, his armor being impossible to break through with just physical means. He was lucky to get more armor than Caboose and Church did. Although he thought that both of them wouldn't be able to make much use out of it in the end. The smilodon had figured out that they were simulation troopers. Making his life a whole lot difficult because they wouldn't be any more help. At least there wasn't another Freelancer around, as there would be no way he would just work with another from the project. In fact, he would probably try to kill them if it was another Freelancer.

Church would probably enjoy watching two Freelancer's trying to kill each other. Either way, Agent Washington felt like there was more to this group than he initially saw, and e had been right when Suiteheart called others over to train themselves. He wasn't going to join of course, as that would be giving too much away. He liked to train by himself, which was both good and bad. The armored smilodon would make his way over, his gold eyes glancing at unfamiliar faces and Caboose and Church. He was surprised that Church had even volunteered to do anything like this. An amused huff escaping his jaws as he heard someone talking about how no one here was willing to fight. Wait really? The soldier side of him was telling him that everyone should be prepared to fight anyone.

Although this place wasn't exactly stuck in a war compared to the one that they came from. Agent Washington sat off to the side, giving a good amount of distance from him and everyone else. "Fighting is a means for survival. Those that aren't willing to fight are just asking to get themselves seriously injured or killed." The Freelancer would speak in a strategic tone. To really no one in particular. If this was a training session, where was everyone else? There seemed to be too few animals around considering how active this place was. The thought confused him, and a frown spread across his facial features, hidden underneath his helmet that he always wore. If he was in charge of this, he would have already started to punish those that were here and make sure that those that didn't attend were given a stern talking to, and punished as well. There were of plenty methods of motivation after all. "speech"

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