06-24-2018, 04:04 AM
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He didn't exactly what had teleported the likes of him here. But what he did know was that he was able to perfectly recall what had happened well before he had landed in a place like this. It wasn't surprising that he didn't really end up knowing anyone here anyway. The former human was a soldier of war, specifically a Freelancer. A term that was well known across the galaxy for those that dealt with the war over a good basis. Did freelancers help with the destruction of aliens that they had ended up coming across? No. Instead, they dealt mostly with the aspect of other humans that were either trafficking something or had something that the organization was going to end up needing. He had been in the military for such a long time that he didn't really know anything different. Trying to go to civilian life was basically impossible for him to do at this point even if he was now in the form of a cat. Either way, he had been on the Mother of Invention when everything decided to go to shit. More like when Tex decided to shut everything down herself and destroy everything. Causing all of the Freelancers to choose their own paths on whether or not they wanted to stay with the Director or go their own separate ways. It had pissed off Washington almost at the beginning because the leaderboard had made them no longer teammates with one another. Instead they only looked at each other as if they were competition. Which didn't sit right with Washington back in the day. Anyway, the soldier had been due to get his own AI. Some of his teammates already having AI's of their own, such as North, and York. It was a stressful moment because an accident had happened prior to everything going down. Washington knew the name of the thing that was going to be implanted in his head, and he didn't think that anything bad would end up coming from him. He was wrong. He distinctly remembered the screams of the AI in his head as it started to rip itself apart.
Causing the chip connected to his spinal cord to start to heat up from the instability. It was the worst pain that Washington had ever felt, but more than that, the memories that the other had given him had also given him the truth. And the truth told him that he was on the wrong side of the fight. That they were all wrong. The AI was finally removed, and Washington was no longer himself. He became bitter, impatient, and even more than that he hated the idea of being around his teammates as he couldn't trust anymore. If he relayed the information to those that were loyal to the organization it could end in his death. Freelancers didn't exactly like having loose ends that they would end up having to tie up in the future so that he was going to have to be careful. Washington was never given a chance though, as when the Mother of Invention started to crash into the planet, he had to figure out a place for him to go while he was in his armor so that he wasn't going to be crushed to death. The last thing he remembered right before the crash was the look of the infirmary before everything turned white and he woke up in this place. His entrance hadn't exactly been quiet compared to others, as he had fallen from the sky creating a crater that was in the ground in the territory. This place was called the Ascendants, and so far he didn't have any information that he could use to try and figure out how to become human again. Luckily, he wasn't damaged in the crash, his Mark 6 armor taking the brunt of the hit when he landed. He was more than impatient right now. He wanted to get back at those that had tricked him from the very beginning. Although he was partly to blame as he was naive enough to believe what they were doing was right. He had such hope for the entire group, and the organization was so big enough that he thought that if they weren't the good guys someone would have already brought them to justice already. Now here he was in this strange world not really knowing what to go from here. He was a soldier. Doing anything else was out of the question. He was also still a Freelancer even if he didn't trust the organization anymore.
He was one of the worst of the best of the Freelancers, which meant that he wasn't as much as a threat to them, but he could still kick some ass pretty easily. Although in his current condition he wasn't exactly sure what he was capable of right now. He had seen someone that was somewhat familiar to him. Not because he knew them, but because of the Mark 5 armor that they wore. It was important to try and get information from him, but it was basically impossible to talk to the canine. Agent Washington figuring out that the other wasn't exactly that bright in most regards. The armored smilodon had been patrolling around the area recently to see if there would be any other former humans he could end up asking about. The primary color of his body was a dark grey, while his armor that he wore was a light slate grey with yellow accents that were here and there. It was while he was walking around that he heard Cabooses voice with excitement. The Freelancer didn't know the other's name, but if the other was talking to someone it may as well become a lead to the Freelancer. He blinked his gold eyes as he made his way over a hill to look down at the two animals that were there. He was able to recognize Caboose, but what he didn't expect to see was someone else. That had a Mark 6 helmet with him. Hope filled his chest, and he shifted his paws on the ground. He would easily dwarf the canines if he approached them. Caboose never seemed to be bothered with the questions that he asked, but it seemed this one may be another case. Agent Washington slowly making his way over, keeping a distance between him and the two. It was obvious that Caboose seemed to know the other male. "Looks like you have a nice reunion here." The Freelancer would state with almost a deadpan. His attention wasn't on Caboose though, and instead, it was on Church. As the other got closer to Church though, his mind began to scream. The scar on the back of his neck where his AI implant had been almost seemed to start to burn. It hurt like hell. Luckily his golden visor was able to hide any facial expression that he had, as a pained look was spread across his face. Memory hallucinations flashing in front of his face. He needed to focus. He didn't have time for this. "You there. Where are you from? Where did you get that helmet?" The Freelancer almost seemed to basically demand the dog. His tone wasn't aggressive, but there seemed to be an undertone to it. Did these guys even know what Freelancers were? He sure as hell hoped not, but Project Freelancer's logo was still on the very back of his helmet. "speech"
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