07-04-2018, 03:31 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]She definitely didn't feel good, that much was certain. Even though she was confused she felt more like she was broken, as if something had been ripped away from her and true, something had been taken from her. First it had been her faith in the Director and in Project Freelancer, the divide she had fueled within the team because of her own selfishness and her need to prove she was better than Agent Texas. She had to be better than her, she had to be. And then Maine, poor Maine and it was all her fault. If she hadn't given him Sigma he wouldn't have turned into the monster that he had become he wouldn't have taken Eta and Iota away from her only making him stronger in the end. She felt like everything up to this point had been her fault, only her fault and it weighed heavily on her shoulders. But a broken soldier couldn't win battles, a broken soldier couldn't help anyone and she had to keep moving to right the wrongs that had been done and to do that she had to get to the Director and kill him herself. She wouldn't allow for anything to get in her way and she breathed out a harsh breath as she hear thick steps coming her way. Who was that?
Eyes narrowing a bit she turned her head to the side, almost neon yellow eyes narrowing at the appearance of a thick and large creature who ambled her way. For a moment she almost wrote him off as nobody, someone just coming forth to check out the scene and make sure things we okay. That was until she realized he wore armor and that helmet was unmistakable. Especially the yellow markings upon his black armor. Washington. A seething anger arose in her, not because of him directly but because she thought she couldn't trust him. The woman had defected from the project but that didn't mean the same for those that might blindly still be following the Director. Maybe they all should have listened to C.T. Maybe she should have stopped Tex from killing her. There were so many maybes and should haves in her life and they started to make her feel sick to her stomach. But she couldn't have those now. There was a Freelance here and that was a problem by itself. She immediately discarded his awkward rambling. Her jaws parted suddenly as if she might say something but then the situation turned from bad to dicey as a civilian arrived on the scene. Strange that she would see an animal as a civilian but as she was now that only seemed logical. Soldiers adapted quickly to their surroundings after all. But the one to arrive was a female, a wolf, graceful in step with an argent colored pelt. Her eyes cut to her as words dropped from her throat and she tried to not rile from the fact that she could understand what she was saying. What both of them had said.
Her muzzle worked for a moment, unclenching and clenching. This was some place called Ascendants. Alright she could get behind that but then what planet were they located? The information was so incomplete but her gaze flashed back to Washington and then more steps, more problems. More variables that could make things worse. Two civilians now but more less friendly then the first. They didn't know that they were in danger but perhaps that was Carolina's own mistake because she didn't know the situation. Not all of the cards were laid out before her so she was being impulsive and rash. Come on, think. Think. Her eyes cut back to the two whom spoke to her, one giving her more information as she moved her paws, moving off to the side of Washington because this was a better angle. She could get him away from them and he wasn't as fast as she was that much she knew. He wasn't a heavy hitter though if he caught her.... A frown marred her muzzle before she glanced back at the other two. "He shouldn't be here. He's dangerous." The only warning that she gave as she motioned to the Freelancer with a jut of her jaw in his direction because without any real notion of attacking she was suddenly rushing for him, the air beneath her paws pushing her fast to get to him quicker.
She had set herself up to be able to get to his legs considering the large size difference but she also didn't want him to know she was going for that so instead she aimed to thrust her front paws up and slam them against his helmet in order to daze him before dropping down low, pressing her belly against the ground to jut one paw out and hook his leg to try and pull it out from underneath him as she spun her body around to kick out with her hind legs against his stomach and push him hard against the ground. If that worked she would then attempt to grapple with a foreleg and twist it so that he would feel the pain of it possibly and with the position she could easily dislocate it. "Why are you here?! What do you know, Washington?!" Her voice was a command, a sharp and jagged snarl that surprised even herself but she didn't want to back down now, not at this moment because she needed answer and if she had to put him out of commission she wouldn't hold back.
Eyes narrowing a bit she turned her head to the side, almost neon yellow eyes narrowing at the appearance of a thick and large creature who ambled her way. For a moment she almost wrote him off as nobody, someone just coming forth to check out the scene and make sure things we okay. That was until she realized he wore armor and that helmet was unmistakable. Especially the yellow markings upon his black armor. Washington. A seething anger arose in her, not because of him directly but because she thought she couldn't trust him. The woman had defected from the project but that didn't mean the same for those that might blindly still be following the Director. Maybe they all should have listened to C.T. Maybe she should have stopped Tex from killing her. There were so many maybes and should haves in her life and they started to make her feel sick to her stomach. But she couldn't have those now. There was a Freelance here and that was a problem by itself. She immediately discarded his awkward rambling. Her jaws parted suddenly as if she might say something but then the situation turned from bad to dicey as a civilian arrived on the scene. Strange that she would see an animal as a civilian but as she was now that only seemed logical. Soldiers adapted quickly to their surroundings after all. But the one to arrive was a female, a wolf, graceful in step with an argent colored pelt. Her eyes cut to her as words dropped from her throat and she tried to not rile from the fact that she could understand what she was saying. What both of them had said.
Her muzzle worked for a moment, unclenching and clenching. This was some place called Ascendants. Alright she could get behind that but then what planet were they located? The information was so incomplete but her gaze flashed back to Washington and then more steps, more problems. More variables that could make things worse. Two civilians now but more less friendly then the first. They didn't know that they were in danger but perhaps that was Carolina's own mistake because she didn't know the situation. Not all of the cards were laid out before her so she was being impulsive and rash. Come on, think. Think. Her eyes cut back to the two whom spoke to her, one giving her more information as she moved her paws, moving off to the side of Washington because this was a better angle. She could get him away from them and he wasn't as fast as she was that much she knew. He wasn't a heavy hitter though if he caught her.... A frown marred her muzzle before she glanced back at the other two. "He shouldn't be here. He's dangerous." The only warning that she gave as she motioned to the Freelancer with a jut of her jaw in his direction because without any real notion of attacking she was suddenly rushing for him, the air beneath her paws pushing her fast to get to him quicker.
She had set herself up to be able to get to his legs considering the large size difference but she also didn't want him to know she was going for that so instead she aimed to thrust her front paws up and slam them against his helmet in order to daze him before dropping down low, pressing her belly against the ground to jut one paw out and hook his leg to try and pull it out from underneath him as she spun her body around to kick out with her hind legs against his stomach and push him hard against the ground. If that worked she would then attempt to grapple with a foreleg and twist it so that he would feel the pain of it possibly and with the position she could easily dislocate it. "Why are you here?! What do you know, Washington?!" Her voice was a command, a sharp and jagged snarl that surprised even herself but she didn't want to back down now, not at this moment because she needed answer and if she had to put him out of commission she wouldn't hold back.