07-10-2018, 05:30 PM
There had been a lot that had happened before the week had even decided to end. Washington wasn't sure if he liked being that constantly busy with something or whether or not he actually hated it. It was annoying to have to deal with everyone trying to kill his teammate. Which probably wouldn't work but he had seen several creatures here do strange things since he had been here in the first place. Something that Washington wasn't used to seeing, but his daily life before he had been turned into this thing had been flying through space and shooting a rifle of sorts. And fighting aliens during the first several years of his life, which wasn't exactly what he would ever call a highlight that was for sure. Washington had been through a lot, but that didn't mean he was anything special. There were former humans that lived here before he had even arrived. It had certainly been jarring for someone who had been a soldier his entire life only to suddenly be dropped onto a planet that was the homeworld for Humans.
It was strange that it had taken him so long to realize that they were indeed on Earth, but what made it even worse was that he knew what year it was. He was hundreds of years in the past with his teammates, and they were trying to find out what they were going to do next. Washington needed to figure out a method soon before he dwelled into insanity. Compared to those that had been changed, Washington didn't plan on being an animal forever. It simply didn't suit him and he wanted to have his hands back. Either way, he had been settling in here as much as a former soldier could settle in a place that wasn't even remotely violent or didn't even any orders that were going back and forth. It was a struggle like everything was, but his overall health was approving. At least what he could consider being improving.
The former human had managed to get a little bit more sleep without messing up the regimen that he had for himself. Which was an improvement, and he had been hallucinating a lot less the past couple of days. It was better than nothing and he would work with what he could be given. Everything went to shit though when his former teammate popped onto the banks of the outpost that this was called. He hadn't known it had been her, and he didn't expect another Freelancer's to have made their way to this place after the explosion. He just thought that he had gotten lucky and wasn't killed in the explosion and had simply been transported. Washington had approached the female like he would anyone else, only for him to realize that it was the team leader of Alpha Squad. Carolina. Who had been the best of the best of the program till Agent Texas had to come along and put everything on its head. Washington hadn't been sure how to react, because he wasn't sure if he could beat her even in his current body. He had the size advantage on her, but once she realized that it was him, she wasted no time in attacking him.
Sparking anger in literally everyone around but he tried to say that it was all misunderstanding while she was threatening to break his arm. The leopard had managed to knock down someone his size with basic ease. Annoying yes, but he should have expected that much. If he had known that it was another Freelancer from the beginning he would have attacked her as well no questions asked. They couldn't trust anyone after the crash of their ship and after everyone split off from one another. Washington couldn't even trust the civilians that were living in this place either. Once Carolina had arrived, everything went to shit as everyone was at each other's throats. He was forced to play the neutral party, but even then it didn't help much. The only one that really had any problem with them was Bastille. Which was an issue because the guy was the leader, but he was pretty sure that once he explained a couple of things to Roy that even the former human would understand what they were going through and be on their side.
So right now, Washington's idea was to get everyone on his side except for Bastille, that way it would be a majority rule when it came to making decisions about him, Carolina, Caboose, and Church. It wasn't exactly hard to do since everyone but Bastille and Roy seemed to be trusting. Manipulation was something that he had learned through the memories that were given to him by the failed AI that was implanted into his brain. Washington had a facade that was working well for right now, but he didn't know what he was going to do once he showed what he really was. A Freelancer with no purpose than to get out. It was during this time that Washington usually went on his daily patrols. He had a regimen that he followed as long as Carolina would allow him to do this schedule. It was something that he didn't really have to think about while doing it, and it allowed him almost peace of mind. Even if it meant that it was a lot of exercises that didn't have a lot of payout in the end. Washington didn't mind exercising, as it was a stress leaver as well, the same happened when he started to clean his armor as he could just stop thinking and do something. The armored smilodon walked along the border of the place to see who he was able to encounter.
There may be those like him that made an appearance, but at the same time, he may come across those that were used to this world. The lion-sized animal was certainly considered to be intimidating despite only wearing half of the armor that he came with. Washington was able to hear voices slightly ahead of him and thought that he might as well check it out to see if it was someone that he was familiar with. Washington approached from the side of the domestic cat and the tiger. Both of which that he knew nothing about, but a tiger was certainly a species of animal that he knew even if he was a soldier for most of his life. It was a type of cat, and along with that they were used as an insignia for some Military programs. Washington didn't say anything as he stood off to the side, regarding the tiger with his golden eyes that were hidden behind the helmet that he wore on his face. Washington didn't seem all that bothered that the tiger was around, as a regular looking tiger wasn't all that strange. That was at least what he had gotten used to so far. The Freelancer still didn't know everyone in the outpost though, and he was certain that he had never met the one domestic feline that was here. "speech"
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