There had been a lot that had happened before the week had even decided to end. Washington wasn't sure if he liked being that constantly busy with something or whether or not he actually hated it. It was annoying to have to deal with everyone trying to kill his teammate. Which probably wouldn't work but he had seen several creatures here do strange things since he had been here in the first place. Something that Washington wasn't used to seeing, but his daily life before he had been turned into this thing had been flying through space and shooting a rifle of sorts. And fighting aliens during the first several years of his life, which wasn't exactly what he would ever call a highlight that was for sure. Washington had been through a lot, but that didn't mean he was anything special. There were former humans that lived here before he had even arrived. It had certainly been jarring for someone who had been a soldier his entire life only to suddenly be dropped onto a planet that was the homeworld for Humans.

It was strange that it had taken him so long to realize that they were indeed on Earth, but what made it even worse was that he knew what year it was. He was hundreds of years in the past with his teammates, and they were trying to find out what they were going to do next. Washington needed to figure out a method soon before he dwelled into insanity. Compared to those that had been changed, Washington didn't plan on being an animal forever. It simply didn't suit him and he wanted to have his hands back. Either way, he had been settling in here as much as a former soldier could settle in a place that wasn't even remotely violent or didn't even any orders that were going back and forth. It was a struggle like everything was, but his overall health was approving. At least what he could consider being improving.

The former human had managed to get a little bit more sleep without messing up the regimen that he had for himself. Which was an improvement, and he had been hallucinating a lot less the past couple of days. It was better than nothing and he would work with what he could be given. Everything went to shit though when his former teammate popped onto the banks of the outpost that this was called. He hadn't known it had been her, and he didn't expect another Freelancer's to have made their way to this place after the explosion. He just thought that he had gotten lucky and wasn't killed in the explosion and had simply been transported. Washington had approached the female like he would anyone else, only for him to realize that it was the team leader of Alpha Squad. Carolina. Who had been the best of the best of the program till Agent Texas had to come along and put everything on its head. Washington hadn't been sure how to react, because he wasn't sure if he could beat her even in his current body. He had the size advantage on her, but once she realized that it was him, she wasted no time in attacking him.

Sparking anger in literally everyone around but he tried to say that it was all misunderstanding while she was threatening to break his arm. The leopard had managed to knock down someone his size with basic ease. Annoying yes, but he should have expected that much. If he had known that it was another Freelancer from the beginning he would have attacked her as well no questions asked. They couldn't trust anyone after the crash of their ship and after everyone split off from one another. Washington couldn't even trust the civilians that were living in this place either. Once Carolina had arrived, everything went to shit as everyone was at each other's throats. He was forced to play the neutral party, but even then it didn't help much. The only one that really had any problem with them was Bastille. Which was an issue because the guy was the leader, but he was pretty sure that once he explained a couple of things to Roy that even the former human would understand what they were going through and be on their side.

So right now, Washington's idea was to get everyone on his side except for Bastille, that way it would be a majority rule when it came to making decisions about him, Carolina, Caboose, and Church. It wasn't exactly hard to do since everyone but Bastille and Roy seemed to be trusting. Manipulation was something that he had learned through the memories that were given to him by the failed AI that was implanted into his brain. Washington had a facade that was working well for right now, but he didn't know what he was going to do once he showed what he really was. A Freelancer with no purpose than to get out. It was during this time that Washington usually went on his daily patrols. He had a regimen that he followed as long as Carolina would allow him to do this schedule. It was something that he didn't really have to think about while doing it, and it allowed him almost peace of mind. Even if it meant that it was a lot of exercises that didn't have a lot of payout in the end. Washington didn't mind exercising, as it was a stress leaver as well, the same happened when he started to clean his armor as he could just stop thinking and do something. The armored smilodon walked along the border of the place to see who he was able to encounter.

There may be those like him that made an appearance, but at the same time, he may come across those that were used to this world. The lion-sized animal was certainly considered to be intimidating despite only wearing half of the armor that he came with. Washington was able to hear voices slightly ahead of him and thought that he might as well check it out to see if it was someone that he was familiar with. Washington approached from the side of the domestic cat and the tiger. Both of which that he knew nothing about, but a tiger was certainly a species of animal that he knew even if he was a soldier for most of his life. It was a type of cat, and along with that they were used as an insignia for some Military programs. Washington didn't say anything as he stood off to the side, regarding the tiger with his golden eyes that were hidden behind the helmet that he wore on his face. Washington didn't seem all that bothered that the tiger was around, as a regular looking tiger wasn't all that strange. That was at least what he had gotten used to so far. The Freelancer still didn't know everyone in the outpost though, and he was certain that he had never met the one domestic feline that was here. "speech"

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Hostile was a relative term when it came to Washington's experience of what could be considered hostile. He had gotten used to thinking that everyone that he met was hostile until proven otherwise. And now with his increased paranoia, he doubted that even if they didn't show themselves to be hostile they were always hiding something. Washington had no reason to think that anyone was just nice for a reason. There had to be a catch for something that they wanted and Washington wasn't one to really find that out. Hence why he refused to have others get close to him in any shape or form. He liked having his helmet because there was always that barrier he would never have to worry about breaking. It was comfortable for Washington to not associate anything with those that he came into contact with. He remembered several instances of his life where he didn't think that someone was actually hostile. They had just been hiding their true intention, leaving several either injured or dead in their wake.

Something that Washington didn't want a repeat again and constantly had his guard up, even with someone like Carolina. The Freelancer still didn't have a complete reason to trust her, although her presence was at least somewhat good to be around. There had been several moments during the early portion of his military career that he got used to seeing aliens that they were killing quickly surrender. It wasn't like they had a place to put the aliens when they surrendered, and so that created some problems that they needed to communicate with their fellow soldiers. It had been in that moment when Washington was talking to his commanding officer off to the side that two soldiers had their heads sliced off as the alien hid a sword behind his back. They hadn't instructed the alien to drop his weapons, as they didn't think that they were capable of listening to what they were saying. They couldn't speak English after all, as they spoke their own language when communicating with one another.

As soon as the alien killed two of their soldiers, Washington and the rest of the platoon were quick to kill off the enemy. That didn't make them feel any better as their friend's bodies bled out from underneath them and there was nothing they could do but take their dog tags and give them to their next line of kin. It was from there that they quickly learned their lesson, but the situations became even more difficult when he joined Project Freelancer, that program has been the longest time that he had spent in a military career compared to the time he spent in the UNSC. Because instead of dealing with the aliens which were easier to kill because they were trying to kill them to extinction, dealing with humans was something new for the rookie Freelancer. Washington had to debate whether or not he was going to spare someone that was basically begging for their life. It was during this time that Washington didn't know that he was on the wrong side of the fight and that he was basically the bad guy in the situation.

He had hesitated once when he first joined the program and that had been the last time he had hesitated to kill someone. Washington had cornered someone that was cowering during a raid to get the objective. Carolina and Maine having moved on already. The Freelancer listened to the words of the soldier. He had a family of course. He didn't want to die and he didn't have any weapons on him. Washington had lowered his weapon and had been about to let the other go when he looked away again when he felt pain radiate through his shoulder as a bullet went through his body. The bullet was shot close enough to him that it had shattered a hole through his shoulder blade. It hurt, but he was used to getting shot, and Washington was quick to shoot the enemy right through the head. When his team asked him what happened, the Freelancer didn't want to talk about. Any mercy that he had from that point of being a rookie gone completely as he wouldn't hesitate to actually kill those that he came across. There were plenty of animals that were capable of being hostile given the chance to do so, Washington was the same as well.

The only reason he was calm around others was that he wanted to get some form of their trust so that they wouldn't think he was constantly up to no good. Which was working so far so good albeit it was taking a little bit more time to get used to. He still didn't like talking to those that he did come across because he always felt like he was wasting his time anyway. Agent Washington was still trying to figure out if there was any Freelancer technology that was around that they could use but had yet to find a single scrap. At the same time, he was on the lookout to find Carolina's armor since she didn't have any like he did. When he had first approached the tiger, Washington thought that his presence would make the other already nervous than they already were. He was fairly intimidating, and his gaze had looked over toward Carolina where she was sitting. It seemed like she was taking a break for a little bit, and Washington himself wasn't going to stay around here very long because he had to rest of his patrolling to do. He had a schedule to upkeep after all. He didn't say anything about her comment, knowing that was basically what they did all day. There weren't any threats for them to worry about from what he could gather.

Other than the places that were considered Warbound but he hadn't heard anything about them. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as others approached and waited for the tiger to speak. Washington was around the same size as the tiger, being technically a saber-toothed tiger, but he was still a little bit shorter. The Freelancer listened to the tigers named and relaxed a little bit. Since Carolina had arrived without her armor there was a chance that it was another one like them and they could never be too careful. The other certainly had an interesting name and a name that wasn't exactly human. Foreignersgod. There was probably some sort of symbolism with said name. Washington flicked his shortened tail before he began speaking himself. "I'm Agent Washington." The Freelancer would introduce himself curtly and in militaristic tone. That wasn't his real name of course, but he hadn't said his real name in years and had chosen to adorn the new name that was given to him years ago. Washington didn't bother to introduce Carolina, the leopard more than capable of speaking her own name without any likes of his help. The armored smilodon would wait for a couple of seconds to see if the other had anything interesting to add if they didn't then he would walk off to finish his patrolling. "speech"