07-07-2018, 11:57 PM
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Freelancer's had a namesake to them. That being they were always capable of getting a job done quickly and efficiently. Some better than others but they usually didn't complete their mission unless something that they didn't plan for actually happened. Which in itself was pretty rare to happen, but it was near the downfall of the program that happened a lot more. Probably because of the leaks of information giving to the enemy by CT. Something that he could see and know why she had done something like that, but also something that he wouldn't have done himself. Did she die from her wounds? Maybe. He had never asked once the mission had been done and they weren't able to gather her armor either. He never asked questions unless they were needed to know of what was actually going on. He wasn't always in the know, and Washington had been perfectly fine with something like that. He knew that failing a mission wasn't just failing a mission. In some instances, it was life and death because if the Director didn't see someone that was useful to him or the program, he wouldn't be afraid to get rid of them. They were all expendable and there were always more nobodies that he could end up recruiting for the project.
That's what Washington had done when he no longer had anywhere else to go. Looking back part of him hoped that he had just returned home to sister and his mother after being court-martialled. Pretty sure that he could have found another job, but he could ever return to civilian life? Of course not. There was no way even now that he could possibly relax and not always think that he wasn't about to be attacked by someone. They were all light sleepers for a reason, and being born and fighting in a war that had started to years ago was going to create habits that were almost impossible to break. Before Carolina had arrived in the outpost, Washington had been working himself was all. He had his own schedule that he followed all of the time, although the past couple of days he wasn't following it as much as he would have liked. It wasn't healthy, but he was getting results from it. So far he had yet to run into a dead end, and his next course of action was probably going to figure out what the humans around here could know.
He needed something because they already knew that the Ascendants didn't have the correct technology to create the comms that they were going to need to contact those that could possibly help them. However, would that even be a smart idea? They were Freelancers and everyone would have known by then what Project Freelancer was doing with CT getting away with who knows what. Everyone would know about the atrocities of what hey had done to torture the Alpha AI, splitting it into segments. It was horrid and it was a horror that he constantly had to live out. Knowing the crimes of Project Freelancer, they were going to have to face for their crimes. They were criminals after all. They were responsible for a lot of destruction across different installations and galaxies. What would those that live here think about them when they realized how horrible they really were? Although they weren't entirely at fault, he knew, because they didn't know what they were doing. The Director had led them to be a lie, and because of that, they followed him without question. The Freelancer only knew that after the destruction of the ship, and after the AI that had been implanted in him nearly killed him and gave him all the memories that it had. it was painful, but now he knew the truth. He just didn't have anything he could do with it right now.
He had gotten a decent amount of rest since everything had almost gone to shit. He had a breakdown, but he had refused any questions that were asked toward him, brushing them off like they were nothing and re-directing the conversation somewhere else. He hated the way he was now, but he couldn't exactly change the way his brain worked now could he? Washington had gotten a decent amount of sleep, it still wasn't healthy about of sleep, but he was able to at least go on his morning run today and get something to eat. Now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure if Carolina had eaten anything since she had gotten here. Since the group had realized that he wasn't capable of stomaching raw meat, they had started cooking some meat and drying it out to make jerky. That was the staple of his diet, if he could eat fruit and stomach he would do just that. But from what he read in the textbooks that he had requested for about the different digestive tracts, it would probably make him sick. Something that he was wanting to avoid as he didn't need to have more variables happen to slow their progress on figuring out things.
The Freelancer set out looking for his teammate, wondering exactly where the leopard had gone. Leopards liked trees right? He wasn't sure but he was on the time during his patrol so he was going to patrol around the areas. Compared to everyone else, Washington didn't take off his helmet. Because of this, he wasn't capable of tracking down scents. An issue yes, but he hadn't run into a problem where it had actually caused anyone issues. He left the scent tracking or however the hell it worked to the civilians. He had brought a couple of things to eat with him not just because he was hungry but he knew that Carolina was bound to be. The Freelancer already had started chewing some of the jerkies in a bag he kept hidden in his chest plate when he heard the sound of splintering wood and the familiar voice. There she was. He didn't what he should have expected. He knew that she wasn't going to stop training. None of them were. Washington needed to start training himself as he still didn't know how to fight in his current body either. Blinking his eyes behind the visor of his helmet, he came across Carolina looking up at a tree that wasn't in the best of shape. Considering that there was wood in her fur, she probably fell here and there. At least that's what his initial look at her said to him. She was pushing herself too hard. Washington knew that if he said anything though, she would probably kick him across the forest. Which he was happy to avoid. It wasn't hard to hear Wash walking around as he didn't exactly make sure to keep himself silent. He had his armor, but Carolina did not, which had still confused him.
They were going to need to find it if it did travel with her like he believed it to be. One could easily hear the chewing that was going on inside of his helmet, which probably wasn't the best idea but he didn't care. He had done it before, although during that time he had been told that the helmet waste disposal was out of beta and actually worked. He wasn't sure if it was true or not, but his helmet didn't work the way it used to. The Freelancer stopped somewhat next to Carolina, keeping space between their bodies like he usually did when he interacted with anyone. He sat himself down and dug inside of his chest plate where he kept the back of jerky. The strips were large because they were from deer. Just be enough to satisfy big cats appetite after eating a couple of them. Although Washington was never fully satisfied when it came to eating. He got better with using his paws when it came to grabbing objects. Using his claws to pitch it in between his paw. The sounds of his chewing still heard although he wasn't exactly smacking because that would just be annoying. He had manners after all. After he managed to grab a piece of jerky, he turned toward Carolina and would aim to poke the leopard's cheek with it. The atmosphere he basically leaked was warmth and support. He knew what she was doing. He also knew why she was doing it. He understood. "Mm hungry?" Washington would ask with a full mouth, so his voice was slightly muffled. His visor definitely hid the grin that was spread across his face. It was not to have to hell at something or have an argument for once. He was stress-free right now and didn't have any voices in his head. "speech"
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