07-03-2018, 02:35 AM
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Sometimes he wondered what sort of disorders his fellow Freelancers ended up going through. He knew for a fact that Maine had nightmares, especially after the accident that he had gone through. And also probably because of his AI that he had, an AI that even Washington didn't come to trust even if an AI was composed of the mind of a human being. There were sometimes that he would wake up in the middle of the night. But after being in the military for a majority of his life. Most humans had to go into the military because they needed more and more soldiers to keep the human race alive. Any means necessary after all. There were no morals when it came to the aspect of war. There was only winning. Either way, he would easily be able to hear the sound of tapping metal as others began to walk through the hallways of the ship that they were stationed on. Maybe once and a while he would hear screams coming down the hall if he was awake enough, and do nothing to calm those screams because he knew what they meant.
At one time he remembered waking up, deciding to start at an ungodly hour after a failed mission, only to see that Carolina was working in the training room at the same time he had just woken up. It was strange to see her so early, but he didn't bother to ask her what she was doing. He was tired himself and knew it was probably her only means of coping with all that was happening inside of the project. She was the star child after all. She was the top of the leaderboard and it was because she was damn good at what she did. Washington had his own handful of problems, but so did everyone else. He never had nightmares of those that he had killed in the past. Instead, now, he had nightmares of what the organization did to Alpha. The original AI of the project and how they were able to manufacture more than one AI. It was horrible, and he felt all of its pain as soon as the AI was implanted into his own body. Alpha had never been a topic that was really talked about, and the project originally thought of the name as a simple myth and nothing else. After all, they were all kept into the dark. Since having to deal with project freelancer, he had been stabbed in the back, shot by those that he was once considered to be a teammate.
Hence why he liked to work alone compared to those that he had come across. There was no reason for him to socialize in his mind when he was just wasting time. So, not only had he not been eating, he also hadn't been resting a healthy amount. He would leave around 2 hours for him to actually sleep before getting back up to work. Considering the majority of the animals living here were basically nocturnal, he could say that he wasn't the only one that was up in the middle of the night. He already had Caboose and Church dealing with their own tasks. Whether they would get it done was debatable. But the last thing the Freelancer needed was for them not to trust him. He was here to get a job down, and whether or not his training would need to be used in the end he wasn't quite sure just yet. All that he knew was that he didn't trust the creatures that lived here, no matter how nice they were to him. He was in a foreign land and having fought against Aliens for the majority of his life, it was okay for him to have his doubts. There was always the consideration that he was in a coma and this was all just in his head, but that wouldn't explain Church and Cabooses appearance.
He also wouldn't be able to think up something so insane even if he did enjoy having a house cat back on Earth. Being a soldier also meant that he wasn't paid to look at the environment around him and admire it. He was on a timetable because there was only so long that the enemy would be willing not to attack before attacking again. Always be prepared for the enemy had practically been the motto of the army that he was stationed in at the time. There were hard lessons that were to be learned for someone that constantly talked back all of the time. The countless times that he was told to drop and do whatever exercise they wanted him to because he had offered up an idea when the idea wasn't asked for. A tough life, but everyone had a tough life during the great war. Planets were wiped out on a daily basis and the armies couldn't get their fast enough, and would arrive just in time to watch as the surface of the planets were glassed by the enemy ships, leaving nothing but charred remains in their wake. It was painful to watch, but after a time everyone became numb to the entire scene. Washington was similar, but there were still parts of him that felt guilt and sorrow. He wasn't completely a machine.
If anyone was more of a machine that didn't have a form of remorse that was probably Agent Carolina or Agent Texas. Actually, more Agent Texas as the other was willing to do anything to get the job done. If some others thought that Washington was a little bit too strict, then they obviously didn't meet the rest of the Freelancers. He was being considerate half of the time when he spoke. But that didn't mean he took everyone's feelings into consideration when he did shout orders to them. One thing was for sure, Washington wasn't taking care of himself, and it was also taking a toll on his mental health. He was seeing hallucinations. Those that were once alive in Project Freelancer that were just appearing out of the side of his vision. In human form compared to the form that he was in now. Part of him felt immediate fear and panic when seeing a Freelancer in the corner of his vision. While at the same time, there was hope, that there was someone there that he recognized. The organization has changed his outlook on other's that he had worked with.
He was hearing the Director's voice talking to the Alpha. Telling him that others were killed during a failed experiment. That Texas was killed. The agony he remembered spreading through his body. The same pain that had made him convulse in pain on the operating table. He needed to get better while at the same time maximizing efficiency in his work. His thoughts had almost completely devolved from dealing with the aspect of food back to his memories of the damned organization that stabbed him in the back. Of course, it always went back to project Freelancer. It always did. Agent Washington had been deep in thought that he hadn't noticed Imperia hiding behind a rock. Instead, he only noticed her when she started to approach him. He turned his helmet in the canines direction. Wolves were a staple when it came to coming up with insignia, and that was an easily notable species in the Freelancer's mind. His expression was hidden behind the deep gold visor that was attached to his helmet. Every aspect of his facial feature hidden, even his ears as they were underneath said helmet as well.
Has she been watching him? Or had she had just witnessed him staring lifelessly at the piece of meat, which probably was considered strange in this outpost. His head turned back to look down at the deer leg as he spoke. "No, there's nothing wrong with it." The armored smilodon would state in a gruff voice. But it remained calm, obviously not offended by the other's question. The canine introduced herself, and he thought he might as well. He turned his large head to look down at the canine again as he spoke. "Agent Washington." The soldier would introduce himself formally. A familiar face finally made her way over. Suiteheart seemed to be great when it came to being punctual. The other obviously was somewhat ranked in this outpost, so Washington believed that she at least deserved that respect just like Bastilleprisoner did. She seemed to be more than capable of leading troops. She reminded him a little bit of South, but with less of the brattiness of the Freelancer. Which was the good thing. "Suiteheart ma'am." Washington would say formally with a dip of his head.
Due to his new anatomy now, saluting was basically impossible unless he wanted to pull something. He was more on the bulkier side being a smilodon and all. Then the other glanced at his body, and he knew that there was no point in trying to shift himself so that she wouldn't be able to see. It would have made his life so much easier to have his entire body covered in armor but he guessed that he wasn't that lucky anymore. If only he had York's luck. He clenched his jaw behind his helmet, not breaking the eye contact he had with her. That would be disrespecting a higher officer after all. "I'm fine." Agent Washington would be quick to say, avoiding the question entirely. There were many ways someone could end up taking what he said. One could think that he meant that he had dealt with the lack of food before and didn't need it. Or that he was going to eventually eat and the problem would solve himself. If he didn't eat here though, the smilodon would more likely go eating for another day, just to clear his head with something else. "speech"
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