06-23-2018, 03:41 PM
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Military. That was a loose term when it came to the era that he was from. Although it seemed like he had basically ended up in the past from the looks of the thing. Or at least from the intel that had managed to gather fairly quickly. It wasn't easy to come by because he actually had to read books. Books were basically nonexistent where he was from, having nothing but digital pads to use instead. Projections. It almost felt weird to feel paper underneath his paws, but it was better than knowing nothing and having to ask those that lived here what was going on. He was told that there were other former humans that had appeared here, but he wasn't sure exactly how to take that seriously or not. The entire situation seemed a little bit too ridiculous for his tastes, even if he was an extinct cat right now. Washington had never been someone that was allowed to really lead anything. He was never high enough on the leaderboard in Project Freelancer to be trusted with something like that. If anyone was leading, it was either going to be Carolina, North, or even Wyoming. That was of course before Tex came into the Project and everything was flipped on its head and the organization basically burned to the ground. However, he did know about other military operations. But instead of the group fighting each other as in human wars, they were fighting against an entirely different species altogether. Aliens that were more than willing to try and make sure that humans went extinct. That had been the reason why Project Freelancer was created. He was the worst of the best in the group, and he was one of the more naive. Gullible to listen to what others were saying to him, as he had no reason to distrust those that were his teammates. Although he liked more than others.
He had been the guy that was willing to devolve a stressful situation, but he was almost always a jack of all trades. Maybe that's was why he was so high up on the leaderboard in general. Either way, he had landed here and had no idea what to really do. He was researching more on astronomy just so he could figure out what planet he was on. There were thousands of planets that this could be, as during his travels in space it was easy to find planets that one could live on. The idea of talking animals though was a little bit much, and he was still incredibly awkward. He wasn't who he was back then during the early time of Freelancers. After they injected a computer in his head that tried to commit suicide, he was different, and it was all their fault. Well, it was bad for them because now he knew literally all of their secrets. The soldier had been walking around the observatory back to the creature he was asking for books on this current era where he heard an unfamiliar voice through his helmet. The armored smilodon turned his head to look toward the telescope that he would end up using. There was another cat up on it and there were others that were surrounding him. One word caught his attention though. Military. Wait, was this one of those that were a former human that Bastilleprisoner was talking about? Hope leaped into his chest because he wasn't even sure if he would be able to return back to his regular form, but gathering information about other experiences may have correlations between them. The dark grey smilodon moved over toward the group, keeping a distance away from everyone else thanks to how closed off he was. "Military? Where were you stationed?" Considering the different times that they existed, there was the doubt that Washington would even get any useful information. But he had to TRY."speech"
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