07-03-2018, 04:30 PM
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It was fairly early morning. Well, it was early morning for the likes of Agent Washington who only gave himself two hours of sleep on a daily basis so he could work on finding clues on to how they had even got here. Bastille had told that there were plenty of former humans that seemed to join in the groups like this one. Which didn't seem to make any sort of sense because people would have noticed other people have gone missing. And yet nothing was being done? The first course of action was to see whether or not they were actually on Earth based on the architecture of the observatory that was his current base of operations. It wouldn't surprise him if the simulation soldiers were still asleep at this point, although he would make sure to make a point to wake them up soon. They were probably used to waking up at good enough hours and not being allowed to sleep in. Despite them not being the best military personnel, they were still in the military, having gone through basic and been through some simulations. Hence why he didn't think most of them were all that much helpful. Which was true, so he was mostly relying on himself to get everything done. HIs daily routine consisted of several things at once. He would go on a morning run around the entirety of the territory, figuring out exactly what was the limit of his body now that it was new. If he was a human he would be able to figure out exactly how long he could go without sleeping and eating and what his stamina was compared to others. Now it was extremely different but the concept was basically the same. It almost felt like he was starting over again from the very beginning of Project Freelancer. After his morning run, Wash would make sure to go to the storage of dried meat that he now kept away from everyone else since he couldn't stomach eating raw meat.
Having eaten mostly regular human food his entire life, and whatever MRE's could be considered to be, he wasn't about to just bite down on a deer leg. Besides, he had to make sure that his helmet was always on without taking it off, as he didn't enjoy showing his face to everyone around here. It kept up a very much needed barrier in his mind. It meant that he would be closed off to everyone else and that he wouldn't allow anyone to get close to him. There was never a reason after all because once he got back he probably wouldn't be in the place that these animals existed. After he got something to eat, he would go on patrol, as during his run he wouldn't be looking out for those that were like them. Based on Church's story, there were probably still other's around that might have popped up from their squad. Which would make sense because Church came after Caboose appeared. There was always a chance that Texas or other Freelancer that had been near said explosion would have suffered the same fate. And he would desperately try to make sure that they wouldn't get to this outpost. After giving his life to an organization that he thought he could trust only to be stabbed in the back, he wasn't about to trust anyone else like him. Maybe even attempt to kill them if he was given a chance. After going on patrol, which didn't take all that long, Agent Washington would go and make sure that Church and Caboose were awake, and if they weren't he would make sure to give them a rude awakening before giving them a task that could help. Once they were off, he would go back to the telescope for a couple of hours gathering possible clues on to what exact planet they were on. Where he came from, the UNSC and Project Freelancer knew about thousands of different planets that they were capable of traveling to. He didn't even remember the last time had been on Earth, but it certainly didn't look like it did where they were. Something was completely off about it, and he was going to figure out. By the time he was done with the telescope, the sun would already start going down.
He would eat a small second meal just to last him through to the rest of the night. His armor had lights built into them, and it made it easier for him to read during the middle of the night. Before he would start more research though he would take off sections of his armor and clean them. Checking his equipment to make sure it was working perfectly. To the soldier, the armor that he wore was basically just another part of his part. Which meant one needed to take care of it at all costs. Besides, his armor was practically worth more than his own life as each armor was made specifically. Although Mark 6 was a little different as the undersuit that they wore formed itself to their body so that the titanium alloy part of the armor could just sit on top of their body instead of being tailored specifically to each different body types. Washington wasn't so lucky. He needed to make sure that there weren't any points to his armor that could injure him or cause chaffing if he wasn't careful. He didn't have an undersuit like he did when he was human, but he did have fur that provided some form of protection. At least a little bit. After cleaning his equipment, he would go back into the observatory and read through some of the astronomy textbooks he had been given, and some history textbooks. Agent Washington didn't know how old the textbooks were, but it was better than nothing. The last time he had taken a course on astronomy and history had been back during basic training during the great war. After he read enough, he would eventually fall asleep. Only sleep for two hours thanks to the horrible nightmares that plagued his mind constantly. Which the nightmares weren't even his own. Which was just great. Right now it was around 0400 hours. Specifically, 4 am. At least that's what his internal clock said on the inside of his helmet where he was able to get his HUD partially working. As his helmet was basically a TV on the inside, but trying to power it up was almost impossible so he only got a couple programs to work inside of it. Time and Temperature features. Which was good enough for the Freelancer. He was just coming back to the observatory from his morning run. Skidding to a stop a little bit outside of the entrance of the place, panting through the vents of his helmet. His armor did weigh him down a bit, but the titanium portion of the armor made it so that the smilodon was capable of wearing it without being crushed under its weight. The extinct animal simply stopped to catch his breath, going through the different task he was going to do for today."speech"
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