07-05-2018, 11:03 PM
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When it came into terms of the military, that was something that Washington to get behind. It was a lot easier when he was a Corporal himself during the time he was in UNSC. It meant that everyone would follow his orders without really arguing back. That the Marines he commanded knew that they were there for one reason and one reason only. That no matter what they did they were going to defend the human race until the end of their lives. Not something that was really easy to do against an alien race but they managed to keep themselves alive for a good amount of time. He had led troops for a couple of years before finally being court-martialled and apply to another organization that would be willing to take him and uses him basically as an experiment. He had already signed his life away once so signing his life away another time wasn't going to be all that difficult. At least, that's what he had told himself and now he realized that signing that paper had probably been the worst decision that he could have ever made. But there was no changing the past and there was only changing who he was now. He was responsible for so much death in the organization just like any other Freelancer that was around during that time.
They weren't the good guys, and they had been manipulated and used. He didn't blame the UNSC for what had happened in the Project. Sure, the two had been partnered with each other, but that didn't mean that they could force all their efforts to check something like that constantly when there was constantly a war happening beneath their ships. That wasn't possible. But at least now, Washington wasn't the only Freelancer that had suffered the same fate. Part of him said that it was wrong to wish this onto someone knowing that they would be stuck just like he was. But it was someone that he could at least somewhat recognize and hope that she wouldn't try to kill him once he exceeded his usefulness and couldn't provide any help anymore. It was basically standard to leave nothing behind so that other's wouldn't be able to capture the technology that they used. Right now he was the only one with a full set of armor. Well not really full set, he didn't have a set of armor for his back legs. Carolina was certainly going to have a hard time settling into a place that didn't really have all that much other or a concrete schedule. Just like he had done, but she already seemed to be a much more capable fighter in her current body than he was currently at in his large body. What he would have given to get a smaller body instead of a lion-sized body that made it a little bit harder for him to move.
Either way, he was stuck and was just going to have to live with it. Washington still didn't know a lot about those that lived in this outpost. If anything, the one that he had connected the best with would have definitely been Imperia, but that was because she had offered him food and seemed to know a bit about metal and was fairly intelligent. Not saying that the rest around him weren't intelligent, but they weren't capable of understanding the lingo that he used when describing things. The armored smilodon had his own daily patrols, which he usually did alone to scope out if there was anyone else around that pertained to his situation. Agent Carolina had managed to appear which just meant that there might be someone else following her back as well. Depending on who it was though would probably make the lives of the civilians here more difficult. Having one Freelancer to deal with was basically enough, two was difficult, three would probably be a nightmare. It would probably make dealing with Church and what he had knowledge harder for him since the other already didn't trust because of who he was. It wasn't hard to hear the wildcat coming through thanks to the metal armor that he wore across his body. It also wasn't incredibly hard to see him among the trees thanks to his dark armor and the lights that were positioned on each side of his arms.
The lights were small, but they were still lights. The male blinked his golden eyes as he looked at the group that was in front of him. He was able to catch a little bit of the conversation between them. Washington knew very little about Roy himself other than that he was a former human like he was. But he came from a place like Ametris. It wouldn't have surprised him if that was on some different planet that he didn't know about. Where he came from there was a limitless amount of planets that someone could have come from. So the person in front of him was a lieutenant. Another person that had a higher rank than him, at least in terms of what a Freelancer was capable of doing. He had been a Corporal before becoming a Freelancer, but he had been court-martialled during this time. The armored male came to a stop a bit of a distance from everyone else, ignoring the rest of the personal conversation the two of them were having. "Agent Washington, Lieutenant." He used his usually addressing tone toward the other, obviously meaning respect with what he said. He wasn't just following Roy's lead. He knew what it meant to be in a military, and he would give a curt dip of his head toward the lion. It was almost ironic to see the size difference between the two, while he was basically the size of Riza thanks to whatever extinct species he was again. "speech"
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