07-05-2018, 03:30 PM
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Health was treated differently when it came to the aspect of humans. During the era that he was born in it wasn't hard for humans to survive serious injuries that they had managed to get in battle. They needed to think of better ways to treat their wounded considering how many wounded they would get all of the time during the Great War. Understandable, and this meant that there were quick solutions that would help heal a soldier in the middle of battle. But that also meant that the enemy was going to have to figure out ways to make sure that the soldiers didn't manage to heal themselves during the battle. As usual when it came to a war, killing the medics of the enemy was a surefire way to make sure that there would be more losses on the other side. It was strategic and true, especially since someone had to be trained to be the likes of a medic to help others. No one could just immediately replace another medic, especially not a regular marine. The health that they were given during his time in Project Freelancer probably could be considered the best of the best.
Those that worked there weren't on the same level as the likes of a crazed scientist that wanted to take part in the experimental procedure with the super soldiers. Instead, they wanted to help the program become the best that it could be, which was certainly a feat considering what the program was indeed trying to be in the end. The one that had been in the infirmary the most was probably Washington himself. Since he wasn't the greatest or the top contenders compared to the rest of his teammates he was prone to getting himself injured. He was never really sent on solo missions unless he was being scheduled to go to a simulation trooper base because the Project knew that he could mess up the mission if he was alone. Which there were very few Freelancers that were even sent on solo missions in the first place. There were too many variables that could end up in a failed mission by just sending one, so to negate that, they instead decided to at least have a pair go out on a mission, minimum. It made things a whole lot easier, but when Washington went on missions he usually went in a group of three.
He was always the lowest rank out of the group, so he was used to following orders that were given to him and really without argument. He had a job, and he planned on completing that job without fail if he could make the mission work in their favor. He had his life saved by others countless times during his stay in Project Freelancer, ironically it seemed like it was Agent Carolina that had ended up saving his ass a couple times here and there. The next Freelancer that probably got the most injured would be Agent New York. Or just York. He remembered the accident that had taken the locksmith's eye, and it was all because Agent Maine and Agent Wyoming wanted to show how strong they were. Of course, they ended up losing and Agent York got caught in the crossfire, a grenade going off right next to him, shattering his helmet. Maybe that had been the reason why York had been paired with a healing unit as some of his equipment that every Freelancer had. Agent Maine may have been the next, but that was probably because the rest of the team would push him to do the impossible. The guy was basically a walking talk in heavy armor, being the tallest and the heaviest of the Freelancers.
He did end up losing his ability to speak though when he was shot in the throat. Even if he wasn't much of a talker from basically the very beginning but still. Agent Maine had survived the terrible wounds thanks to the medics that they had on the Mother of Invention. Biofoam being their save and grace as it could seal wounds in a matter of seconds once it was applied to the body. It was good for stabilizing a unit, that would allow the medics to go in and cauterize a wound if it needed to be. The longest that he had ever been in an infirmary was probably almost a month. Physical therapy was certainly a bitch to be forced to go through. But they were always adamant on never giving anyone a medical discharge. If someone got hurt, no matter what, they were going to be out fighting again. No questions asked. After all, they were replaceable. If one of them died, the Director would just find anyone to replace them. So, he had yet to be able to figure out what the medical status of this place would end up being. Agent Washington had no knowledge of herbs whatsoever and what they were capable of doing.
He was smart enough to know not to go around eating random plants. That was because he had been to other alien planets when he was a Corporal in the military. He had heard a couple stories, whether they were weird or fake he didn't know, he just knew that he wasn't dumb enough to go down that route. If he figured out that the only way someone could heal him here wasn't through surgery or biofoam but instead herbs, he probably wouldn't even allow anyone to touch him. Or even trust that the herbs would actually help his body, as there would be a chance that they could just give him a poisonous plant that he wouldn't know about and kill him that way. Agent Washington was a soldier, he wasn't a medic. He knew some of the basics if he was ever injured alone in the field, but he could never mend a bone or patch up serious injuries. That wasn't in his pay grade. The armored smilodon had been walking around. This time was day was when he did his patrols around the perimeter of the outpost to see if he could find anyone that he could recognize that would end up dropping down here. After his interaction with Imperia, he honestly realized that he didn't hate the female, because she seemed to know a lot.
But in the back of his mind, he knew that he was only going to use her for information later. The smilodon was able to hear voices from where he was at, and since he couldn't use his nose to smell anything as the vents to his helmets were restricting to what air came in and out, a filter built into it when he breathed. This way if he was even in a poisonous gas he wouldn't breathe in the toxic air. As usual, he had no intention of taking off of his helmet anytime soon. The soldier made his way over, only seeing two familiar faces and one that he didn't know. He was bigger than all of those that were there, so he made sure to keep his distance like he usually did. What he was quick to notice was that Imperia had a pile of plants around her. Were they significant? Or were animals here capable of actually having a hobby? The tip of his short tail would twitch itself as he would think about that for a moment, stopping five feet from the group. "You.. collect plants?" Washington vaguely questioned like he usually did when he didn't understand something. What was the point? Were they important? Considering his question Imperia would probably explain to him what they were. If it was possible to see behind his visor, one would see that he had raised a nonexistent eyebrow when he spoke. This place just continued to get more confusing as the days went on. "speech"
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