07-07-2018, 05:04 PM
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He was a patient guy. He had always been patient because one needed to be in stressful situations given circumstances of war. They needed to be prepared for a lot in a short amount of time facing extinction. Such as what a clan would have to do if another group wanted to wipe them out entirely. It was certainly stressful to deal with, but being a soldier meant that it was easier just to follow the orders that were given instead of going against them. Going against orders was means for punishment that was for damn sure. However, not being able to complete an order usually wasn't dealt with all that much punishment. Having someone as a commanding officer be disappointed in not being able to complete something was almost the same feeling as disappointing a parent. Failure wasn't an option when it came to high stakes situations. They were soldiers, and everything seemed to ride on their shoulders all of the time to get anything done. They always were going to need a base of operations os that they would be able to convene with one another in case of emergencies. And it would also end up being a place that was actually secure for them to sleep as sleeping in a community area wasn't good enough for the likes of Freelancers.
Although, they usually slept separately from one another, keeping limited contact with one another despite being considered to be a family with one another. It had been how they were trained, although considering he had been in the UNSC first in his military career, meant that he was sleeping in barracks with several other males. It was kind of a cramped space because they weren't really able to afford much, but it did what it needed to do. Washington himself had slept in pretty awful conditions over the years, sometimes just opting to sleep on the ground when they were off base and couldn't make it back in time. There were, of course, watches that needed to be conducted so that they just didn't die in their sleep. Over time, practically being conditioned to, one could easily become a light sleeper and wake up at the slightest noise or even a touch. They needed to be. They often slept with weapons underneath their pillows, and there were plenty of instances that they would have to listen to others suddenly wake up from a nightmare. Often times screaming. Washington had gotten used to the screams a long time ago. One had to if they wanted to make any sort of progress.
But there were those that couldn't handle it and would try to quit the military. Some of them did manage to get themselves out, while some were stuck where they were. Signing one's life over to the military meant that you didn't get really a choice on whether or not you wanted to leave or stay. You were stuck, and the only way out was usually either being medically discharged or simply killed. There were no in-betweens unless someone had connections in the UNSC. Washington didn't, but he had never wanted to leave the military. He had willingly drafted himself into the military himself, and he wasn't going to go back on a decision that he finally made for once. He was doing this for his sisters. He was doing this for his mother. He was doing it for the entirety of the human race. He had always been level headed and could handle stressful situations. It was the only way one could even climb up the ranks in the military. Cracking under pressure that they were due to become a liability. Which had only happened once when he was in Project Freelancer, and that had been with the jetpacks when they were trying to outrun a nuke. He had heard stories of Georgia and how the other Freelancer had probably died using them wrong. The rest of Alpha squad had made it to the ship that they were trying to get away on, but Wash was at the end of the pack not knowing what to really do.
It was Carolina that came to the rescue with her grappling gun, shooting him with it so that she could pull him onto the ship. And then the nuke went off. They were all lucky to survive. There had only been a couple of reasons why Washington had managed to deal with the civilians that lived here. The former human knew what they were capable of doing and knew that half the time they weren't going to manage to help him. Washington wasn't one to really snap at anyone, especially during his time in Project Freelancer. He knew his place like the good soldier that he was. But now he had his limits. There was only so much he could handle stressful situations now with his corrupted mind. Something that he had never wanted to happen to himself but he just wasn't that lucky. The armored smilodon knew that there were bound to be a couple problems with Carolina being around. But it had honestly been a relief to the male that she was around in the first place. She was something familiar and also someone that he had known for years before everything went to shit. Washington hadn't questioned anything when he followed the leopard to wherever they were going. His gold gaze constantly flickering in his helmet as he felt exhausted even more than he had been when he first went out on patrol today. He nearly had an episode when everyone started arguing with one another.
He had managed to stop it before anyone probably got suspicious or even really noticed. That's what he hoped at least. Agent Washington noticed the direction that they were headed, and he had mapped out the territory himself in his mind. That was the first thing he did when he landed, and that was to gather up as much intel about the outpost as much as he could. Both Church and Caboose were walking between him and Carolina, a position that most soldiers did when they were protecting cargo in the middle of them. A simple strategy that had stuck with him a long time ago. He brought up the rear to make sure that nothing else was going to happen. When she stopped in the forest to address them, Washington stood tall like he usually did when being addressed by someone. A confused facial expression spread across his facial features. The wildcat wasn't exactly sure how they were going to establish a base here. He believed it would have been a better idea just to go into the Observatory and make a more concrete plan to build a base as they didn't have any sort of materials.
He didn't have any sort of Freelancer equipment or armor enhancements either. He twitched the tip of his shortened tail but would wait till the end to ask questions. Washington gave a hesitant nod of his head before immediately replying to what she said at the end. "Sync." Standard procedure. That's all it was. Now he could ask his questions. "Boss with the current equipment we have, it will basically be impossible to cut down any trees. I suggest a change of action of establishing a temporary shelter in the Observatory so we get a better idea of what materials we will end up needing." He knew that there was a chance that she wouldn't like his suggestion. But he wasn't saying it out of disrespect. Considering how wound up she was, there was definitely a possible chance. And then basically all hell went loose. Washington had been about to address Caboose when the other had said that he had no idea what they were doing. Not surprising to the simulation trooper. They all came in order, and they would do nothing more than to make the situation worse than it already was. First, it was Bastille, who had gone immediately into THREATENING Carolina right off the bat. What the fuck? Voices that weren't his own started to play in his head.
Maybe because of his connection with Episolon he was a little bit protective of her, but that didn't make it fair that Bastille was threatening other's now. Roy came in next to agree, then a face he didn't know and Suiteheart, someone that he hoped would help figure out the situation with him because she seemed level-headed enough. But the arguing. Knowing exactly where all of this was going to go was stressful. Just like it had been just a couple minutes ago when he had nearly broken down and fallen onto the ground. His breathing started to quicken in his helmet, and his claws started to flex in the ground. His head craned into the side, and familiar images passed in front of his face. His jaw was parted in his helmet as it started to become a little bit too difficult to breathe. He was supposed to be the one that remained. He was supposed to be the one that helped situations cool down in a hard situation. But he wasn't the same anymore. Those bastards manipulated him. It was all because of them. And everyone here was not HELPING. A vicious shake of his head before a growl escaped his jaws.
"WOULD EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ACTUALLY LISTEN INSTEAD OF JUST SAYING WITHOUT EVEN TAKING IN THE SITUATION AT HAND?" He screamed. More like shouted in the middle of everyone. He was furious. He was upset. He was UNSTABLE. His head shook again before he addressed the one that had pissed him off the most. If he hadn't had his helmet on, one would see exactly how furious it was. He sure as hell hoped he had managed to make everything come to a stop. Bastille. "You. You're being hypocritical. I don't think you understand what the title of a member even means to the likes of us. Being a member means someone that helps a considerable amount, and actually does SOMETHING. We haven't done ANYTHING! So by our definition, we aren't members but it seems like by your definition we are because we are staying here. Our definitions got crossed! And we haven't threatened anyone else here. Carolina had only attacked me because she KNEW who I was! I knew what to expect from HER. I haven't done anything to make you think I will hurt any of you here, and now you're saying that you're going to potentially kill someone because of a simple misunderstanding?! Sir, I suggest you rethink what the hell you think you're doing when you understand the entirety of the situation that I'M trying to fucking fix here!" He was livid.
He was most definitely going to regret that is for sure, but right now his mind was too corrupted and clouded to be thinking clearly. Then he turned to the rest of everyone else that was here, going to address them all as a whole. "We aren't here to fight have you not noticed that yet?! We don't know what we are and we are only trying to get back to being humans and we have no means of mendling with whatever you have going on! This is Agent Carolina. She is like me and is simply following the PROTOCOL that we have been given and have been burned into our brain to follow. We don't even know what the hell we're even doing half of the time so we are going back on what is familiar to us and what we can RELY on that will guarantee that we get results. We've been here a maximum amount of a couple weeks, and Carolina had been here for a DAY and all of you are now at our throats because one misunderstanding that has no threat to you because I am here. She is my teammate. We protected each other from where we were from and we worked as a team.
So can we all just come to a fucking agreement before I fucking put myself into a coma so I don't have to deal with this bullshit?!" He was out of breath, but despite that, he also wasn't done talking. His head then slowly turned to Carolina this time though, a heavy sigh escaping his jaws, at least what air he could expel considering that he was almost hyperventilating. "You know I will follow you. But we need to stop and think of what our limits are. This isn't going to be the right way to go about it. We need to think of it like we are taking shelter in a civilian city that has one building. Once we come to an agreement we can think of another place to store all of our gear." Agent Washington's voice wasn't shouting like he had been in the beginning. But now he was completely drained. He didn't know what he said would have pissed him off, but maybe his complete mental breakdown would be enough to show that all of them gathered here were not OKAY. His heavy breathing could easily be heard through his helmet and his legs were shaking. He hated this. It was all because of the fucking project. Agent Washington nearly lost his balance simply standing up, and so to keep himself from falling, he sat himself down, heavily, and just simply looked at his paws. Ready to have whatever happened to him thrown at his face. "speech"
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