07-07-2018, 07:37 PM
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Half the time Washington wasn't even quite sure how military medics even were capable of working from planet to planet. Of course they would carry resources with themselves, but if they ran out of resources during the prolonged battle, it would mean on an alien planet they would probably have to find some sort of replies. That was guaranteed because everyone was bound to get wounded. Back then Washington didn't have the armor he had now, and only wore a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet, and combat boots. That meant he would be capable of being shot in several different areas of his body. There had been instances that during a firefight that Washington had his helmet shot off by a sniper, the top of his helmet just peaking over the cover that he had been behind. But he once remembered getting orders that they were going to raid what could be considered hospitals for aliens. Confusing yes but it was something that they can do in order to get more supplies. Most medics had to study what most of the tools and equipment that the aliens ended up using.
Such as taking a shield generator could mean that the super soldiers could have over shields over their body to protect them from a certain degree of fire. It was certainly helpful in that regard. Washington remembered the raid that they had been done. They thought that the place had originally been abandoned, and by this time he had been promoted to Corporal. It had been one of the first missions that he had been given at his rank. There were around ten men in his platoon when they walked through the different levels. Using standard procedure for clearing a building, making sure that they remained silent. They used hand signals to give off commands, meaning that they had to be within eyesight to be able to get their orders that they were going to need. It also helped them update what they saw and if they considered anything too suspicious. Not only did they have to raid the hospital, but they also had to protect the scientist that was coming with them on the mission. It had been a complete liability Washington knew, but he wasn't about to go against his direct order. They had told him that he was going to have to choose to protect the scientist over the rest of the Marines that were under his control.
A hard order to swallow, but he was a good soldier, and despite that, he was going to try his damn best to make sure that everyone made it out alive no matter what. Turns out, the 'hospital' hadn't been abandoned, but instead it had been set up as an ambush as one of the aliens had managed to see them setting up camp a good distance off and knew that they needed to supplies, the only place they could go would be to the building that they had under control. It was human in origin, meaning that they would have an upper hand of navigating a place like that, and the aliens themselves could go invisible if they wanted to, albeit for a short time. It was certainly stressful, but he had been trained again and again through stressful situations. A firefight brought out between the two factions, and he heard over the comms on which soldiers were hit and which were killed in the line of duty. Was what they were doing really worth it though? Washington had no idea, but he was going to complete the mission. He needed to. It was his JOB. He fought back hard, nearly running out of ammo by the end of everything. Once the firefight had died down, everyone stopped to collect themselves among the corpses.
Washington demanded a headcount over the comms. Several soldiers checked in, but four soldiers did not. He considered them to be KIA until found otherwise. While they were talking over the radio, there had been a bloodied Marine that was standing behind him. The poor boy didn't see it coming as a massive energy blade pierced his chest. The Marine managed to let out a scream that echoed through the entire building. There was no saving the Marine. He protected the scientist from the cloaked enemy and managed to take it out just in time. The energy sword was also something that could be used to help their research. Washington had walked over toward the Marine, making sure to grab his dog tags so he can give them to the soldier's next of kin. It was the procedure. It was always the procedure and protocol that he had to follow. He had been taught to do as such. They got all of the supplies that they needed, which there even seemed to be some human medical supplies that the enemy had gotten from a raid of their own that they managed to take back.
Agent Washington wouldn't have been able to help any of the injured soldiers that were under his command, as they weren't able to reach any of those in time that they thought they were alive. They were on their own, meaning they would not be given any sort of reinforcements. They got what they needed and left. The Corporal went in with ten men and only came out with five men. Something that would constantly stick with him because he knew he wasn't like that anymore and would make sure that his men would make it out alive and not split them up. But that thought had been during his time with Project Freelancer. Not anymore. If he had to he would willingly sacrifice Church and Caboose to get a job done. But he would never leave any of them left to die. He knew what it felt like and he didn't want a repeat of his past either. Washington both had a like for medics and scientists from where he was from, but there were parts of him that didn't like them. Maybe because all of them were basically the same when it came to regard to the life that they held in their hands. They just didn't care. They were running out of resources after all and he was pretty sure none of them ever got any sleep. He respected them for that but even his patience could run thin against them. The armored smilodon watched how relaxed and calm the canine seemed to be. Something that he hadn't felt in a very long time and probably wouldn't until he got out of here. He just wanted to get back to the Earth that he knew about.
The soldier flicked one of his ears as he heard her talking about how she was never a fighter, so he considered a civilian like the rest of those that were around. The Agent blinked his brown eyes when he heard the other's laugh, and he thought that he said something wrong and shuffled his dark grey paws with embarrassment. But he didn't lower his head to being able to see if he was embarrassed in the first place would be difficult to tell. The Freelancer noticed a movement with her paw, something that was familiar to him. Come over. His body seemed to react automatically to the unvoiced order. His head did turn in the direction of those that were with them as well as if to make sure they weren't going to try anything. Despite that, he kept some distance between him and Imperia. But he was close at least. His helmet turned in her direction as he leaned down to look at the plants and the drawings. They were pretty good he had to admit. Although what she said confused him even more. "You guys use plants... to heal others? Like wounds and other injuries?" There were many definitions of the term healing. Such as healing someone's mind by making them tea or something like that. But these were just plants. He would much rather be stuck in the infirmary for the rest of his life than to have plants used on him. He wasn't able to identify one single plant in the pile. There was obvious doubt in his voice when he spoke though. "speech"
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