07-11-2018, 02:11 AM
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Washington had plenty of different creatures that wanted him dead. Some of which probably would end up being his former teammates if he wasn't careful enough. He didn't know what their views were now and if they would perceive him as a threat if he did come across them in the future. The most prominent threat that Washington had to deal with during his military career was probably the aliens that had been attacking them. The ones that were harder to kill were easily bigger than that of a regular human. They were close to the size of a spartan though, which meant that they were even more of a threat at the end. They had shields like the Spartans did, meaning that they were going to take a couple shots to actually be able to do damage against them and hope that their bullets pierced the armor that all of them wore. The issue with the alien race that they were going up against was the factor that there were different species of them that were trying to kill them. There were smaller species that were the easiest to kill but also the most numerous out of the bunch. One burst from a Battle Rifle could easily kill the smaller ones.
The medium sized ones usually had shields that they could hold with their hands and the only way to make them lower their shields were to hit the small bit of their hand that was exposed or to throw a grenade at them and is prepared to shoot them right before they dodged. Then there were those that were the size of the humans that had different weapons and were easily the smartest species out of the group of aliens that they were working with. The largest alien that he was fairly certain that he had ever come across was around the size of a rhino, maybe a little bit taller. They were covered head to toe with armor and the only way to get passed said armor was to shoot the exposed portion of their back. One hit with the weapon though could easily vaporize a human being. Washington didn't have to really deal with those kinds of threats on the factor that they were above his pay grade and that would be the likes of a Spartan to take care of. But they didn't exactly have the easiest of times getting hold of the likes of a Spartan and sometimes had to make due. And hope to survive the next day without missing a limb if they could ask for it.
He would have to say that the weapons that the enemy had were more terrifying than the aliens that wielded them. Sure, the aliens didn't exactly look all that friendly, but he could get used to looks. When there was a weapon that if someone got shot with it too much caused a chain reaction causing them to explode, well, he would consider that pretty lethal. Their sniper rifles were more lethal than what the UNSC could really provide. They were powered by energy, of course, and treating plasma energy burns weren't exactly easy. There was another weapon that basically worked almost like an EMP, where if shot with enough charge it could stop the shields that they had or even stop their technology short-circuiting it. There were always moments of panic when no one could use their gear as there was bound to be an explosion soon after. Most of the weapons that the aliens had were similar to the uses that the soldiers for the human races had just powered differently. He had to admit that the different vehicles that the enemy had were easier to move around than the likes of a warthog, which was a simple large jeep that was basically all terrain.
It had a giant gun on the back, but the gunner would be fairly exposed to getting shot at. Also, he had managed to learn later on that the alien version of rocket launches had their ammo bounce once it was shot. Something that absolutely made no sense to Washington at all. Either way, Washington didn't fear the likes of a damned dinosaur even if it was a bit bigger than him. He had fought hand to hand with an alien that was trying to kill him by biting through his neck and had just managed to stab his knife in between its armor. He was more afraid of the likes of an energy sword than something like this. Washington's attention turned toward Bastille when the domestic cat actually started to talk to the dinosaur. Could this thing even speak? And if it could why wasn't it speaking in the first place? It had a name though, Delta. It was a simple military term that Washington was quick to recognize. A term that was commonly used when giving orders on the radio in case the enemy was listening in. The Freelancer listened to the male make strange noises that he didn't understand and try to calm the dinosaur down.
Washington had a sinking feeling that there was nothing going to be done about the thing that was trying to kill him. Then the male said that he needed to take off his armor. This guy had to be crazy right? He wasn't going to take off the one thing that was protecting him from Delta if it could at least save his life. "It would take approximately 20 minutes to take all necessary pieces off." Washington would inform Bastille, and it wasn't a lie. There were reasons why he had specific times of day why he cleaned his armor because it took so damn long to do such things. There were latches about every centimeter of armor, and even he wasn't skilled enough to take it off on record time. That probably belonged to York. He did, however, raise one of his paws and show that he was going to try and attempt to take off the armor that was on his arm, not realizing that it was the helmet that was the real issue. Which he wouldn't have taken off anyway as it basically protected his throat and could be used as a battering ram. What Washington said was only to warn Bastille of the minimum time frame that he was going to have to distract the dumb thing. The Freelancer noticed movement out of his vision and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Church's statement. Did the canine not think that he wasn't going to be given more work by saying something like that? Then the guy was going to have another thing coming. As soon as the soldier noticed that the raptor wasn't going to start backing down, he stopped the process of taking off his armor and squared his shoulders. However, the creature's attention wasn't on him, but instead of Church.
He listened to the beasts scream and the scream of Church that soon followed. He heard the sound of crunching glass, probably the only thing that was crunchy as even if the other had jaw strength it wouldn't be able to get through a titanium alloy, and Church had the same model of armor. "For fuck's sake!" Washington snarled, and the large smilodon went into action. Rushing forward, he lowered his shoulder and rushed forward, aiming to slam his armored body against the two legs of the bipedal animal. If that worked it would certainly knock the other off balance as it was focused on attacking. Yes, the other outweighed him, although not by much, that didn't mean anything when it came to knocking something off balance. The armor that he wore wouldn't give any wounds, but the back part of his armor would at least cause a good amount of pain once he did strike the other. If Delta didn't direct her attention toward him and away from Church, Washington would aim to slam his paw on the underside of the raptors throat. Any underside of any animal was more sensitive than the top part of the said animal, and it could potentially cause her to gag if he hit her throat correctly with enough force. Washington himself was around 600lbs of force, more than enough to take on the raptor. Delta was lucky though that the smilodon wasn't capable of using his fangs due to his helmet, as he could have left a large puncture wound anywhere he would have bit. "speech"
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