07-04-2018, 03:59 PM
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War. That had been the first thing that his parents had told him about when he was younger, as he was born in the generation that only knew of the war that plagued not only their planet but also their race. It meant that there would be no peace on any installation that they decided to go to unless they ultimately won this war. It was very rare that there were actual regular jobs that were capable of being held in order to make a living. If anyone was making a living, it was by selling weapons to the military, being part of the military, and so on. It wasn't uncommon for a mother to join the military and leave her kids somewhere else where they went off to fight the wore that would probably get them killed. Agent Washington didn't remember the statistics on how many people ended up losing their lives during the middle of the great war. They had protected Earth with the help with the Spartans that were bit stronger than what Freelancers were capable of going through. It was certainly helpful, but it also meant that Agent Washington had to make his own decision about what he was going to do with his life.
His family was a military family, and he desperately wanted to protect his family from the alien race that wanted them killed. He wanted his sisters to live in a world where there wasn't any sort of worry of whether or not they would live to see the next day or if the alien race would invade Earth and end it all right then and there. The UNSC had resources, but there was only so much one could do with the funds that they had and the lack of resources that were coming across Earth. Sure the wore had reunited different races of humans together, but at what cost? They were close to extinction and something had to be done. Agent Washington had been naive to think that there was some possible way that he could actually make a difference. But was that true? That's what he believed and that's what he worked for when he joined the military. It was a low blow, but ultimately spending time in the military meant that his memories of his family were limited and fading. During his time in Project Freelancer, he wasn't even sure if they were alive, knowing that the planet that they had lived on had been burned to a crisp and destroyed by the alien race. Did they even think that he was still alive? Probably not. All that he could do was hope that they were okay.
There were some semblance of home that he was allowed to keep when he was in Project Freelancer at least. That being the way he had managed to decorate his locker in the Mother of Invention showing exactly what he cared about. There was once a rubber duck in that locker, something that one of his sisters had given him when he was younger as a form of a birthday gift when they were just kids. There was the skateboard that he had used to enjoy riding around the halls of the ship but didn't have time anymore to do it. He had several different workout towels that he took care of, and there were also pictures of his house cats that he kept in his lockers. It was almost ironic that he liked his cats so much and preferred cats rather than dogs, and ultimately he ended up becoming some form of one. It was annoying yes, but he was going to have to live with it now while he worked around and figured out how this place worked. The only other animal that he seemed to be okay was Imperia, as the other seemed to be incredibly smart when it came to most things. Having been interested in his Mark 6 armor and what it was made of, knowing already how alloys were created certainly gave her an edge compared to others.
She didn't seem to be one to refuse any question which Agent Washington was going to end up using to his advantage in the future. Right now though, Agent Carolina knew a lot more than he did. Over the years that he had worked with the female, he had admired her skill, and she had always looked out to him. Especially when she kept him from getting roasted by a flamethrower that one time. He was the one to have brought comedy to the entire squad when they did go on a mission, although now he was more serious and bitter about everything. It also happened that the female knew more than he did. He had his assumptions that something was happening to Agent Maine over the course of the AI implantation. he had never liked Sigma in the first place so the other AI just seemed to rub him the wrong way with the way he talked to other AI's that were in the program. What he didn't know was that Agent Maine had taken Agent Carolina's AI for his own. He had never gotten the chance to look outside of the ship before the explosion happened and he was falling from the sky onto the ground. He had been lucky on his crash landing at the edge of this outpost, something that had been brought up recently. That being if his armor had bent in any sort of direction, especially his helmet, it would just mean that his helmet would be sealed to his head.
He wouldn't have been able to take it off with the tools that were around in a place like this. If he was back on the Mother of Invention he would have been fine, but this was out in the middle of nowhere in an abandoned human observatory. He would have probably starved to death if he could take his helmet off, having no access ports to his helmet in the first place. Either way, he had arrived and had been incredibly confused about basically the very beginning and he still was. The only thing that was probably keeping him remotely sane was the regimen that he had set out for himself after a couple of weeks of figuring out what his body was capable of. But that didn't mean that he was good when it came to fighting in this body. If he had his battle rifle, he could easily hold his own but guns didn't really seem to be readily available anyway. He knew what claws could be used for, but refusing to eat raw meat meant that he wasn't even going hunting for his own food. A predicament, but one that he had managed to get beyond at least. So, this meant while Carolina had raw talent, Washington had to train himself to be able to fight like an animal. He had relied on his armor so far for his protection, despite there being obvious gaps in his armor.
Agent Washington looked at the leopard in front of him as she seemed to be hyper-focused on who he was. He had no idea how to really read animal body language all that much, other than maybe on a house cat when they were pissed off. But this was a different situation, his golden gaze turning to look at both Imperia and Roy as they came up next to him questioning the wet feline. He turned his head back and noticed that the other was moving to the side of him. What was she doing? He knew tactics when he saw one, and the muscles underneath his shoulder plates began to tense themselves. His facial features hidden completely by his helmet as he turned slightly with her as if telling her not to try anything. Even if he had been awkward a few moments ago, he was a Freelancer. He could just take on a simple cat that was smaller than him right? That was of course until he heard her speak. Her words didn't register to him, but it had been her voice that did. "Wait Car-!" His voice was cut off as he didn't even remotely have time to react as his head snapped to the side from her blow. Well, that hurt like a bitch.
He turned his head around and was ready to defend himself. But he knew damn well that he wouldn't be able to stop Carolina. She had always been stronger than him, and this made adrenaline start pumping through his veins. She could kill him. Even with his armor, he had no doubt that she would figure out a way how to. The next blow happened immediately after the next as he felt one of his legs pulled out from under him. Still not used to his body he wasn't able to catch himself in time as he fell to the ground with a heavy thud. His armor pressing up against his chest almost painful. He tried to roll himself around so that he could get up to his paws, but he didn't have a chance as paws connected with his chestplate causing a wheeze of air to exhale from his lungs and his arm being grabbed pulled in a manner that would either break his arm or dislocate it. A pained yowl escaped his jaws at the sudden angle of his arm. Now he was in full panic mode as he tried to catch his breath.
What the hell was she talking about?! "C-Carolina please stop! I don't know how I got here! I was in the infirmary in the Mother of Invention when it crashed and exploded with me inside of it! That's all I know." Wash voice came out quick and in a panic. Agent Carolina was here. That was both good and bad. Bad for him because she could easily kick his ass even while he was in full armor. All he could do now was hope that she believed what he said and didn't actually try to break his arm. His helmet did turn in the other's direction and realized how bad this must look. They were teammates, but would they attack her? "I- Uhh this is a misunderstanding" Wash would say in a low voice to both Imperia and Roy, hoping that they wouldn't attack her. He hoped he could calm down the situation. If he was capable of sweating he would be doing that just now. "speech"
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