06-27-2018, 04:50 PM
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He would have much rather given someone lower than him in the ranks this kind of job. Most of those that were on the spaceship where he had done most of his training was somewhat capable when it came to basics tasks. It wasn't hard to ask someone to look up the planet they were on based on their coordinates either. It was standard procedure to be able to track radio signals and other methods so that they could be able to find their targets quickly and efficiently. Washington was mostly tasked with violence when it came to the project that had morphed him into what he was today. Which was both good and bad because he wasn't amazing when it came to his calculations. He was more practical than anything, and would be willing to risk other's lives to get what he needed. Which made him dangerous right now, and if he saw other Freelancers he would probably attack first and ask questions later. None of them could be trusted and he wasn't about to turn his back against one of those that had gone through the same things he did. When he was in the infirmary when everything started to go to shit, he didn't know which Freelancers were going to defend the project and which ones were bound to turn against the director. He knew of Tex and possibly York, but those were the only names that came to mind. So, the rest would probably try to find him in order to take him out and he couldn't have that now could he? It would be a death wish now for two freelancers who were fighting for two different sides to find one another. Looking through all the textbooks that he asked others to give to him made him feel like he was back during basic training classes. It was a headache to the headache that he already had. It was basically a migraine at this point, and he still hadn't slept since he arrived in this place.
The terms that most of these animals used only seemed to confuse him more, but other than that he was getting the hang of what was happening around him. At least this place didn't seem to be the type that would blow up as soon as he arrived. He still needed to interrogate those that were indeed former humans. Which would be easier said than done because everyone had their own secrets. He couldn't pull ranks here, and he certainly couldn't use violence since this basically was him being in the center of the enemy base. If he made the wrong move he would have every creature that lived here at his throat and has no way to fight them off. Which would just be great. Now the question would be, what would he do once he found out what planet he was on? What was he really expecting? It was some form of information that he could use when it came to interacting with humans. If humans still lived on this planet that is. He had to try something, as sitting around wasn't something he enjoyed doing. He would work himself practically to exhaustion, giving himself maybe only an hour of sleep each day, or no sleep at all depending on what he was doing. Before he had a computer that tried to destroy itself inside of his head, he would have been happy to sleep in a little bit. Now, he was completely different from the Freelancer he once was. Agent Washington thought to himself as he flipped over another page, coming to a diagram of stars based on the month they were in. Which he had to ask was the month of June. One thing that was going to take a while getting used to though, was how fucking silent everyone seemed to work. He was so used to hearing the clanking of armor when his coworkers would walk around on the metal flooring. But here, everyone had padded paws that basically made them as silent as if they had a cloaking armor enhancement.
It meant that his nerves were almost constantly set on fire when he was around a large group of those that belonged to this outpost. Washington debated to stop and look at Suiteheart when she spoke. He tried his best to keep his nerves down, but due to the lack of sleep, it would be obvious in his body language that the other caught him by surprise. Washington would mentally curse himself for not being ready to be approached. He raised one of his dark grey paws and adjusted the Mark 6 helmet on his face, before looking away from the telescope he was looking to address the white domestic cat. "The offer is appreciated but I've established basically a collection when I started to ask around for them. It's mostly a refresher for me to learn everything again." Agent Washington would say in a calm tone, although it sounded like he was back to his shoulder mindest. He didn't know how to address any of the animals that lived in this place. One part of his brain told him to address them by name, but the other part told him that he was better than that. He didn't know the rank that Suiteheart held. He only knew that Bastilleprisoner was the leader. After addressing the other face to face, although really helmet to face, Agent Washington went back to his work looking through the telescope, occasionally looking back at the book. The more he looked, the more his throat seemed to clench up as realizations began to dawn on him. "I'm trying to see if I'm on the planet that I think I'm on, Sol lll, otherwise known as Earth." Washington would speak calmly again, as there was no point in really trying to hide what he was doing right now. Did any of them even know what planet they were on? Would he believe them if they told him that he was on Earth? Probably not. "speech"
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