07-08-2018, 09:14 PM
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Washington didn't get around all that much. He wasn't the type that would simply just start rushing into battle thinking that he was going to win without any sort of information. The Freelancer needed to know what he was going up against, and from there he would come up with a strategy on how to win. If he knew that he was going to lose, then he wasn't dumb enough to keep fighting. Maybe in self-defense to give him time to run away but from there he would run away so that he could fight another day. A tactic that he had done when he joined the UNSC military before joining Project Freelancer entirely. Either way, that just meant that he wasn't about to go outside of the outpost if there were bound to be massive creatures like the dog cat chicken that had recently decided that he was going to stay with the group. If there was something that was around the size of a scorpion tank, that meant that he didn't want to have anything to do with that. He hadn't tried to do anything but cardio training since he had arrived here. Meaning that if he was going to get into a fight he was most likely going to use. After all, York had said that he was the worst fighter out of Alpha team. Which was understandable, since he was much better with actually shooting people instead of actually grappling them to the ground. He was much better at fighting at long range, but it seemed here that he was at a disadvantage because there would be no way he could even carry the likes of a gun.
So, he was stuck with hoping that his armor would end up taking the brunt of the damage that would come toward him. The only fight that he had managed to get in though was with Carolina, and she had been the one to take him down. The leopard seemed to almost do it too easily despite the size difference between the two fo them. And he even had armor. This meant Washington wasn't about to start going out with dangerous creatures that could potentially take his head off. He would prefer to stay alive while he was trying to figure out how to be human again. That was the goal anyway and they were slowly making progress. They knew what planet they were on and also the year that it was. They also knew that humans lived on this planet, but there was a chance that it wasn't the same planet that was in their universe. He was from around 2525, a couple years after the Great War on Earth itself. There would be no way that he and Carolina could manage to wait that long. They weren't gods. They were going to die of old age before they could get there. What Washington really wanted to do was to go toward any human cities that were around and gather as much technology as he could. He was damn tired about reading the dumb textbooks that he had right now. The armored smilodon usually absorbed information fairly well, so reading books wasn't hard for him to do. It was just that it didn't answer his specific questions.
He wondered if he could somehow wire something that would give them internet, which would allow him to search for what he was looking for. Probably not possible, but it was better than anything. Although Agent York would be better for a task like that as he had never been amazing when it came to tech like that. Hotwiring a car was easy and driving vehicles too. But trying to hook up a place with internet that obviously wasn't even near a city? That was a tall order even for him. Because he had his own schedule, it meant that he was allowed to avoid a lot of social interaction with others. In his mind, he wasn't here to make friends. If anything he was using them for their resources and the knowledge that they possessed because they could help him in the long run. If they really started causing problems for Washington and Carolina, he probably would try to kill them he could. He wasn't innocent after all. He was a murderer. The armored smilodon flipped the page to the textbook, adjusting his helmet slightly so that he could get the flashlight to shine better on the damn thing. It was around that moment that Washington began to hear movement coming toward him. Considering that it wasn't running at him in top speed he figured that whatever was coming toward him wasn't going to try and kill him. He also expected it to either be Imperia or even Carolina.
The Freelancer didn't look up because of this, and it was only when he heard an unfamiliar voice that he raised his head. It was a type of feline, he didn't know which one because he didn't know everything about animals still. His visor hid any facial expression that he had, but he didn't seem to be all that upset about being interrupted while he was reading. Gordon. A normal name in the Freelancers ears. "Agent Washington." The soldier would introduce himself. He didn't say that it was nice to meet her, just because he wasn't sure what to think of the female. She seemed nervous, but anyone could be nervous as a means to trick someone. His paranoia always getting the better of him, but half the time it actually saved his life. At the question of what he was reading, Washington turned the page that he had been on, tilting his head slightly as he thought about how to explain what he was reading. "It's a history textbook that I requested someone get for me. I'm reading through some of the recent historical events and the technology that is around in the current year that we are in 2018. Since I need a refresher on whatever is going on with humans right now." Washington would explain calmly, not knowing if Gordon would know what he was saying or not and if it even made any sort of sense. "speech"
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