07-03-2018, 03:01 AM
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Washington had already uncovered a couple of clues as to tell them where they were. The environment, in general, felt a lot like Earth, but there plenty of different planets around the galaxy that had similar environments so he couldn't go through that alone. There were some planets where he was stationed in the UNSC that looked fairly similar, except for the fact here there almost didn't seem to any aspect of the war in this area. Other than the soldiers that were starting to pop up here and there. The soldier had just done what he was told in the UNSC until he ended up getting court-martialed for the first time that he didn't want to listen to a higher ranked officer. Either way, the couple of clues came from the observatory itself. The architecture, in general, was made by humans, obviously, because animals here wouldn't be capable of creating such a massive structure. His house cat Loki was barely able to get down a tree correctly without suffering an accident. The architecture though seemed to be highly outdated from what he could gather. There were too many cranks and buttons for the likes of the telescope, wherein the Mother of Invention, someone could just ask the ship computer, F.I.L.S.S. to look at the nearby landmarks in space to tell where they were in a matter of seconds. It didn't need any human calculation because the computer simply did it itself. There also seemed to be a lack of human presence in this place. It wasn't well kept with vines sprinkled in different places here and there. And on top of that, there were no roads leading anywhere. Meaning this place had to be abandoned. Which seems a little bit ridiculous because there were several pieces of expensive equipment here that could be sold for a decent among. No organization liked sharing their equipment so they usually took care of it no matter what. But there was a massive observatory with nothing else going on. So that meant that they were on a human-inhabited planet.
Or, on a former human-inhabited planet if they decided to leave all this expensive gear and flee for their lives if there was an alien invasion during the great war. It was entirely possible, but there would be remnants of human technology if there was a battle around this area. Or the planet would have been glassed leaving nothing behind for the humans to come back to. Ultimately erasing the entirety of the human's fingerprint on this planet. So, that meant that there were no alien races that were around here that they were at war with. There was potential for human life, but he wanted to make sure that this was indeed Earth. If that was the case, then that would be both good and bad news for all of them. If they were on Earth, but the most recent Technology was found in this observatory? Then time travel would be on the table. He didn't know anything about damned time travel. That would be something for Wyoming to randomly talk about constantly. Either way, it wasn't going to end well for any of them and trying to make the right decision on how to deal with the outcome was almost basically impossible. It was real though, and having been through missions that nearly got him killed and put him in the infirmary for months, he could deal with this. At least that he was what he was telling himself as his mental health started to deteriorate over time. The smilodon hadn't been sleeping for many obvious reasons. The Mother of Invention had crashed right after he had gotten his implant removed, so he didn't have to deal with any side effects from what happened. Here? The effects were in full swing from the memories that had been transferred to him by Episolon. Not intentionally of course. The AI intended on having split itself to the point where it was nothing left, basically killing itself, and that meant that Washington saw the images that were being ripped from the AI's program. It was horrible yes, and it was certainly the only thing that kept him up at night. He only gave himself an average of two hours of sleep a night so that he could wake up and begin working again. The only thing that consisted of him taking a break would be him stopping to clean his equipment. Almost a daily routine that he had set for himself nowadays.
He also hadn't had anything to eat since he arrived here, which was showing slightly but Agent Washington didn't seem to care all that much about his current condition. The mission. The mission was all that mattered even if it had been a mission that he had only given himself. Compared to Church, Agent Washington didn't trust anyone. Fresh wounds that had been left by the organization that had just got done stabbing him in the back. He now knew everything the project had done, and he never felt worse about himself. He wanted to make it right, but now wasn't the time to try and mend old battle scars. The armored smilodon was polishing the last section of his arm piece, the arm piece that had a light that was attached to it. The Freelancer didn't know that he was making the light spark to light due to the constant electricity flow that went through his body constantly. The smilodon not having figured out that he was capable of powers, or those that lived in this outpost were capable of powers because he had yet to see anything like it. If he knew that these creatures were capable of lifting up massive boulders or create things out of thin air, he would trust them even less because he would label them more as a threat. Agent Washington knew that Church knew a lot of the Freelancer Project, and that made him an asset. Because he needed to keep everything about the project a secret. No matter what creatures they would end up talking to because there was always a slim chance of word getting out. He heard movement coming from his left and raised his head, which still had his helmet on, to look at Church approached him. At least it wasn't Caboose. Okay, the soldier was always positive about everything, but when it came to getting anything done it was basically like talking to a tree. The other seemed to want to have some form of conversation. Which Wash had never been good at and had even been awkward around others back in the organization. Had he changed? Probably not for the better. At the other's question though, the smilodon would raise a nonexistent eyebrow to Church, practically glancing down at him cleaning armor and at Church. Wasn't it obvious to the soldier what he was doing and that there wasn't any need to ask? "Cleaning armor...." Washington seemed to say as it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was, and part of him was actually messing with the simulation trooper. There also almost seemed to be a mix of sarcasm in his tone. His attention turned back to the smaller canine when he asked his own question. "What about you? What are you doing?" The Freelancer would question in a more regular tone he used when regarding Caboose and Church. He was wondering where the other was off too because if the canine didn't have anything to do, he would be more than willing to give him a task to do. Washington didn't approve of laziness after all."speech"
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