What Washington would have liked to be able to return back to what he considered it to be his home. Of course, it wouldn't really even be his home now with how he thought of it. It had also exploded. Everything that he had ever owned had been on that ship, and as far as the rest of the military he was in that he was concerned about he didn't exist anymore. As soon as he joined Project Freelancer, a lot of his files were ultimately deleted from the different databanks that were shared between the UNSC and Project Freelancer. It honestly wouldn't surprise him now that he had been missing from the crash site for almost three weeks now. Maybe even more than that. They probably considered him to be KIA, so going back to his home would mean that he would have to prove that he was indeed still alive, and hadn't gone Awol. But the longer he was away from the place that he used to call home, the harder it was going to be able to explain everything. It was almost funny how little it almost took to break apart what he used to think was a family to him.

Those that would risk injury to protect one another, and that they would kill for each other without any sort of question. It was a hard realization now that he had a little bit of time to think alone with himself. He had plenty of time to do that nowadays while he was studying and catching up on something that he hadn't needed to learn for a while. They had spent years with each other living in the exact same ship. There were a couple moments that some of them may get into a fight, but fighting amongst themselves was just asking to get punished by the Director himself. What that could entail he wasn't exactly sure. Although during the moment where York had been severely injured by the likes of a grenade going off next to him, the Director did nothing to punish those that had gone in with live ammunition on the floor. It seemed like he was the only one concerned along with North about what was going on the training floor, but hadn't managed to go down there himself to stop what was happening. Pride meant a lot to them as all of them wanted to be the best of the best.

Except for Washington. He was fine where he was on the list. He could deal with not even being in the top 6, and just being a Freelancer. He was just here to try and be a test dummy for the project to ensure the life of the human race was going to potentially live a little bit longer. He was getting paid a decent amount because they had to get some form of living after all. Being higher on the leaderboard probably also meant that that Freelancer got paid a little bit more. He wasn't a money snob though so he couldn't really care. His mind was usually reeling about when the next mission would end up being. If he wasn't in the training room like when he was scheduled to be, he was doing some research. He didn't ride the skateboard that he had brought into the ship anymore, and if he wasn't reading then he was probably going to the mess hall. There were several different types of food that were available on the massive ship considering that they had to feed 50 super soldiers and other personnel that worked on the ship in the first place.

Either way, Washington hadn't been in the project long enough to know what it felt for someone to die or just simply disappear. He had heard about what happened to Georgia. Actually no he didn't. He had only been told that something bad happened to Georgia when he wore the jetpack out into space. Every other Freelancer would refuse to tell him what exactly that was. Which always left him wondering at the end to what really happened to Georgia. He never had to witness a Freelancer die, but the images of Agent Maine on the operating table after being shot several times in the throat would definitely leave an important visual. Maine could have died that die, and he had been riding the pelican back to base with the package. Which had been his mission. He didn't want any of his teammates did. He didn't hate any of them that much, not even South who got on his nerves from time to time. Despite that, he wasn't one to really start conflict or arguments. He was a soldier that was there to follow orders and nothing else. Talking back against superior officers had been what he had done in the UNSC. Here, it wouldn't be unacceptable even if something did slip out of his mouth from time to time.

Considering the short amount of time that he had also been in this outpost, he didn't know how this Luna was. He had never overheard anyone talking about her, but there were plenty of those around him that he didn't know the name of. He was observant, yes, but he wasn't psychic when it came to knowing names. He knew that part of his routine though he should start memorizing the name of the civilians that lived here. The armored smilodon would rather know everyone than to suddenly be surprised by new appearances. The Freelancer had plenty on his plate anyway after learning that he was indeed on planet Earth instead of some alien planet. Agent Washington didn't even trust those that lived in the Ascendants yet, because having just finished being stabbed in the back by those that he indeed trusted, he wasn't about to start trusting anyone now. If he was given a task from this group, he probably wouldn't do it because it didn't concern him. The time of day it was now just so happened to be the time of day that he went on his daily patrols. There were chances for other Freelancers to potentially pop up if they got caught in the same explosion that he did. It would have had a large radius due to how large the Mother of Invention had been in the first place. The extinct animal made his way against the marked border of the outpost. His gold eyes flickering to the left and right looking for any signs of movement. He made sure to eat before going on patrol so that he wouldn't worry about his animal instincts of trying to hunt something.

He absolutely refused to hunt. It was at this time that he was able to hear voices a little bit of a distance away. His armor made enough noise that it would be hard not to hear him coming toward the small gathered group. There were a couple faces that he didn't mind being around, but other than Suiteheart he didn't know anyone else here. His ears moved underneath the helmet that his facial features, his gaze looking down at the large canine. A very very very large canine. She was almost the same size as he was. But he was the height of a male lion so he was just barely taller than her. The smilodon kept his distance from the group until he noticed that there was something on the female's back. It was a dinosaur. Similar to the one that he had an encounter with a good week ago maybe. Great. More surprises and variables. Considering almost everyone's cheery features, it seemed that they recognized her. Maybe a returning civilian. To humans, it wasn't uncommon for humans to go from one state to the next if they wanted to move. He blinked his gold eyes before shifting his dark grey paws. He was still bad with the whole socializing thing. "Agent Washington." The large wildcat would introduce himself in the soldier tone that he usually had. He never introduced himself using his actual name. This had been the new name that he was given by the Director himself and he was going to use it. Nothing else. "speech"

And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,

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