Login

| AGENT WASHINGTON | · 07-28-2018, 05:19 PM

[align=center][align=center]

[table][tr]
[td]

a

[/td][/tr][/table]

Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

He was annoyed and frustrated. He wasn't a technician and yet despite that, he couldn't get this damn thing right no matter how hard he tried. Washington had tried using his helmet as almost an experiment to see if he had connected the wires right to be able to communicate those that also were like him around the territory. Like the world had shown him, it wasn't even going to try and make it easier for him, and the experiment didn't end up working. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was deaf in his right ear now because of the loud electrical sounds that had come from it in the first place. He was back to square one, and he needed another object to work on so that he could keep his mind distracted. It was annoying yes, and with two days of no sleep, it was taking a toll on him. Not like anyone could really see considering that he wore his helmet and wouldn't be able to see the way his eyes sunk into his skull from the lack of sleep. He preferred it that way, and the same way Imperia had put it was that it was like a barrier between those that he was interacting with. The Freelancer didn't want to get close to anyone as far as he could care. He didn't have to trust anyone here and he refused to do so.

The betrayal he had gone through still too recent for him to try and change anything. He flicked one of his white ears as he had a helmet that was in front of him. It was Texas's helmet. It had certainly been a chore to try and get the other to commandeer her helmet so that he could make upgrades to it and turn some of the functions on for her. He wasn't doing this to help her though. He was doing this to help him and nothing else. Washington didn't need anyone falling behind in the schedule that they had as it would just mean that they would get the mission done slower. He couldn't have that happen when they were already so far behind with shit popping up every which way. It could also help them in locating the Meta and pay the other back for breaking his arm and stealing the AI from Carolina. It pissed him off that she had ended up dying because of him and he was littered with guilt.

The voices in his head wouldn't stop talking about her, and he was pretty sure it was the fake fragments of the AI's that were talking inside of his head. That or it was just the voice of the Alpha AI over and over again. He constantly had migraines every single day, and he was barely able to function at this point. The armored smilodon was off to the side just outside of the observatory. He was looking down at the notebook that was in front of him that had drawings of the Mark 6 helmet that they wore and the internal components of it. He had a soldering iron that he had borrowed from Stark next to him so that he could change some of the wires. He had his own helmet on during this time and also had all fo his armor on. The former human was writing something down into his notebook before taking the panel off of the black helmet and looking into its internal workings. This was going to be a long day.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

Simon F.M. · 07-30-2018, 04:11 AM

[Image: aaaa_by_daytimedeer-d9vqo1t.png]

DIYA

A soft yawn rippled from the white furred kitten, having recently awoken from her nap. She held a book gingerly between her teeth, some fiction novel with a teen reading level. She slowly padded out of the observatory, wanting to read in the fresh open air.

But, alas, the kitten disliked being alone and reading alone. But, there wasn't anyone else out here that she really knew. The only other animal she saw around was the guy who seemed like he didn't really like others, Washington. She bounced from paw to paw nervously, debating on approaching the smilodon or not. She hadn't seen any signs of aggression from him and, at this point, he was her only choice.

Maybe he wouldn't mind if she just sat near him? The small snowy dwarf star slowly approached the large other, settling herself a few feet away. She set her book down in front of her, using a claw to push the pages to where her bookmark lay. She would watch him work for a few moments before tucking all her paws under herself and starting to read. She'd spend several minutes on each page, ears pinned back as she concentrated. Anytime she got to a word she didn't understand, which was a couple times per page, she would cover her mouth with her paws to muffle her voice as she quietly sounded it out aloud. She was doing her best not to disturb Agent Washington.

| AGENT WASHINGTON | · 07-31-2018, 07:33 PM

[align=center][align=center]

[table][tr]
[td]

a

[/td][/tr][/table]

Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

He wasn't great with technology in general. He was a soldier. There were those that went into specific fields for that kind of stuff, and Washington hadn't been one of them. He knew how to work with heavy machinery, by driving it. Fixing it though? That would take a little bit of time unless he had some sort of manual to help him with it at all. He was far too stubborn to ask the likes of others to come and help him figure out what he was trying to do with the damn helmet. The technology that was inside the helmet probably more advanced than what others could actually think of it. Now, if this was a gun he would know the ins and outs of it. How to take it apart and put it back together. It was easy that way. Guns were usually made almost the exact same way, and that was a pattern that one could memorize when looking at a gun. Whether the gun was alien or not. He had never really had any interest in the alien technology that they usually got because it wasn't his business. And he would rather stay away from the stuff that had nearly killed him several times during the first portion of his military career. He had his own reasons for liking and not liking certain things. He was a great shot, and like every other soldier had been given a time on how fast he could take apart a gun and then put it back together just like it was new.

It was one of the more fun exercises that they had done, and cleaning his battle rifle had been one of the many ways that would keep him busy and from being bored out of his mind. Most of the time while he was in the military they were out doing something but there were instances where they had a couple days until the next patrol or the next mission that would be given to them. There was little time to rest, and if there was, Washington sometimes kept working, or simply tried to catch up on sleep. Those that were in the military were used to working on little to no sleep, and that was how Washington would end up becoming, especially during Project Freelancer where they had to keep watch if they were trying to set up an ambush. Sometimes they would be right on target, or something that they didn't anticipate could happen and they would have to improvise. Washington didn't like to improvise. Give him a gun and he would be completely content. It was strange not being able to reach under his pillow if he heard a noise and grab the gun that was there. Now all he had were claws and they weren't exactly that affected. The one that had managed to fight more though, was probably Carolina, as the last time he tried to fight someone he ended up getting his arm broken. One of the more frustrating injuries that he had gotten, and his first injury that he had gotten since he was in this outpost. He wished he had something that he could properly fight with than just his paws.

Close combat not being his specialty despite how bulky he already was. Luckily for Diya, Washington had sisters when he was younger. There was little he could remember about them though thanks to the memory loss. He tried his best to remember the good times that he had with his family but those memories were replaced. He wasn't given a choice, and it was almost sad that he could barely remember his childhood anymore. It just made the growing hate for the AI's and the Director burn even further into his stomach. It pissed him off that was for damn certain. The Freelancer flicked one of his ears when he heard pawsteps that were coming toward him. Washington had to rely on his hearing as he couldn't smell anything inside of his helmet, meaning he couldn't realize on scents. He turned to look over his shoulder as his paw hovered over the wires inside of Tex's helmet before he saw a small white domestic cat. A child. Great. What did they want? Washington thought that they were going to bug him, and that was the last thing the smilodon needed while he was working. This wasn't the case though as he watched the female sit down with her book, and then just start reading. Oh.

Washington didn't say anything as he wasn't in the mood for any sort of conversation and went back to what he was doing. He looked to the left of where his notebook was at, looking at the wires that were labeled in his drawing. Grabbing the soldering iron next to him, careful with curling his paw around it, he began to melt the different wires together. The sizzling sound certainly reaching the child's ears. There was a small voice in the back of his head that was telling him that the creature behind him was sent by those that lived in this outpost to keep an eye on him. He didn't like it, but he wasn't about to snap at a child just because he was paranoid. Washington's body language remained stiff as it usually was. There was an instance where Washington ended up burning one of his toes with the soldering iron, making him hiss as he shook his paw to get the burning sensation to stop. It wasn't that bad, thanks to his high pain tolerance, but it was still uncomfortable to deal with and the last thing he needed was to set his fur on fire. He turned the page again, stopped what he was doing so that he could read. Washington believed that he was making some sense of progress.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me