(Thanks so much buddy!!)

Washington was disgusted with the way he was now. He didn't have any intention of staying in the current body that he was in now. He would rather die than stay with the likes of an animal as this wasn't a place where he exactly belonged. The Freelancer knew that he didn't fit in well with the group that was indeed around him. Washington didn't have a reason to try and fit in with those that he would probably never see again once he became human again. So, he had no intention of making friends while he existed in this place, and he was fine with that. Others, however, seemed to consider it rude, but they just didn't simply understood. The armor that he wore was the only simple consultation for being turned into the likes of an animal. He knew the reason why he had turned into something like this. Well, only slightly. He had his theories, as it was those theories that kept him sane in a strange world that made absolutely no sense to him.

The former human believed that the alien technology that they had on the ship that he was on when it crashed out of orbit mixed with the explosion that destroyed the said ship and teleported them here. Was something like that even possible? He didn't know, as there were few people that were allowed to actually use said alien technology anyway, so he didn't know what they had on board when the explosion did happen. There had actually been different teleporters that were taken during the many raids that hey ended up going on. The explosion had caused the technology to malfunction and mix with the explosion, although the teleportation technology expanded faster than the explosion itself. Hence why he hadn't died in that explosion like one would think. Considering how big the explosion of a ship that was massive, basically bigger than that of a skyscraper, he knew that there were several options of those that could have gotten trapped in the explosion.

The Freelancer now knew that there was more of a chance of other Freelancers making their way to this outpost. He didn't like the idea of working with others that were in the project, especially with the recent appearance of Agent Texas. He was surprised that she hadn't decided on trying to burn the place down. It was annoying because he knew that he couldn't be around her thanks to his messed up mind. His episodes being triggered by simply thinking her name. The last thing he wanted was to show weakness around those that he didn't even remotely trust. It was his own means of protection, just like his armor was. Washington was disgusted to look himself in a reflective pool of water two months ago when he crashlanded here. The former human didn't like being an animal, and just thinking about being stuck as one made him want to vomit.

He had all the scars that he had when he was a human, the wounds, and memories trapped onto a body that probably wasn't his own. Washington didn't care what others thought when they looked at him constantly wearing his armor. Imperia had already questioned him because it was strange that he would want to establish a barrier between himself and everyone else by wearing it. As far as Washington was concerned, his armor protected him, and since every day seemed to come at random it meant that he needed to prepare for everything. His armor was something familiar that he could latch onto. It was an object that made him feel like a human again. He hated looking at his face, and he knew that as soon someone looked at his face they would associate him with that animal and there would be no going back. This wasn't who he was. He was a soldier. Not some type of predator that was constantly struggling in this world because others refused to understand where they were coming from. It was frustrating.

Even after being in this outpost for almost two months now, no one had seen his face just yet. They may have seen his chin and his broken teeth, but the smilodon kept his appearance under wraps. Few even saw him without even the rest of his armor on his body. One positive though was that there were very few animals that were capable of carrying the gear. So he didn't have to worry about the likes being stolen. When it came to nighttime, Washington was usually awake. He only ever gave himself two hours of sleep after all, so he was awake at night using gathering intel and data. He needed to keep up his patrols in case any other former humans from his world ended up arriving. It was difficult to do when he could only walk on three legs since his left leg was broken but he was managing.

His left leg having been broken by a former friend of his, and the only reason it got broken in the first place was that he had hesitated to attack the other Freelancer. Thinking that the other was willing to work together, even after the stories that Carolina had shared with him saying that he was a threat. The smilodon was making progress though, with his arm as he was able to put a little bit of pressure here and there. It wasn't all that surprising that Washington came across Gabriel while he was looking at the pond. He had to admit that he wasn't used to the aspect of hybrids and they confused him. But when it came to genetic engineering, it was common where he was from to try and splice things together that usually wouldn't go together. As long as the guy didn't grow as big as a tank they would have no problems. Right now he was keeping up the method of trying to gather information on everyone and being the 'good guy' of the Freelancers.

He had no intention of being buddy-buddy with any of them. Hell, he would more than likely try to kill them if they got in his way. It wasn't hard to see Washington at night, as the lights that were attached to his armor were constantly on as long as they were touching his body. They weren't extremely bright but instead acting like small flashlights when he walked around. The former human had a splint that was on his left arm, and he kept it slightly hovering above the air. Most animals weren't out all that late except for a couple, which didn't exactly make sense as most of the animals that lived in this outpost were basically nocturnal to a certain degree. Washington stopped a little bit of a distance away from Gabriel, his gaze hidden behind the helmet that he always wore. His armor had rattled on his approach, and his heavy pawsteps were a heavy indicator so he didn't think that he would have snuck up on the other. Washington kept almost ten feet between him and the hybrid. "You're out late." Washington stated in the usual deadpanned tone that he talked with. The smilodon sat himself down, craning his neck to the side until he could hear a pop, and looked at the water in front of him. "speech"