07-12-2018, 08:16 PM
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Death was a sensitive topic for Washington. And probably for his comrade at the same time. He knew that once someone died, there was no way to get them back. He had heard stories and actually seen it himself when Suiteheart came back from the dead. He knew that there was a chance to bring someone back from the dead. Such as when someone's heart stopped being and needed to be electrocuted to get their heart beating again. During the time of the war that they were in and someone died but the majority of their body was fine, there was a chance that they could be put into a comatose state, and then be revived later on when the technology was right. He had heard rumors about the Spartan experiments that were going on and how some of them died but weren't returned to their families and instead put in cryotubes for further study as to why the person hadn't managed to survive said operations. Then there was all the death that had happened during the time he served in the Great War.
The soldiers that died under his orders to protect the aspect of the human race. They didn't have the luxury of coming back to life. Their families would be told that their son, daughter, father, wife died in the line of battle to protect the human race and that they would be honored for their services. If someone was capable of coming back to life, his father would have come back to life a long time ago when he died during the Great War. Washington didn't exactly miss his father because he had been too young to even remember when they got the news of his father's death. There were plenty of those here that talked about is Death was always going to be something that would never last for any of them. What if one them did die and they couldn't return? Would they then understand why they didn't like the concept of death? From the memories that he had been given, he was forced to run through simulations where he had to watch his family die. Not his mother and sister, no.
But instead all fo the Freelancer's, those that he had regarded as being his family. They had all deserved better instead of being constantly manipulated behind their back for something that probably wasn't even going to work at the end of it all. He wanted to get his revenge back against the Director, and he had his own plan on how exactly he was going to do that. Sure, Carolina wouldn't like something like that, but they still needed each other and there was going to have to be some sort of potential for them to work together without actually killing each other. Washington doubted that Carolina still trusted him. He didn't trust her after all. She was the Director's daughter and that she had been dealt the short straw when it came to her life, and there may be a chance that the Director could manipulate her to do what he wanted. There were too many factors for something like that. Washington had been close to death in general plenty of times. That was because his line of work didn't exactly guarantee that he was going to be physically okay during it either.
The Freelancer was going to get shot, he was going to have his bone broken, and even then he could be just injured during sparring matches. Which said sparring matches didn't have anything withheld from them either, and instead Washington remembered that they were supposed to try and hurt each other during sparring matches on the Mother of Invention. There had been a time that he had been too close to a grenade and he wasn't sure exactly how much of his side was even remotely left. He could barely remember anything. And yet when death was looking at him in the face, he couldn't remember anything. Maybe that had been because of the memory replacement during the accident that he had suffered hence why he didn't remember. The Freelancer was able to survive thanks to the technology that they did have at their disposal. Biofoam was certainly something that came in handy when it came to something like that, as it could stabilize a patient without really hurting them. The Freelancer was known for getting hurt countless times but was quick to bounce back after an injury. Was that something that he was capable of doing here?
Washington didn't exactly want to find out. The Freelancer was on his usual schedule of patrolling up and down the territory. Just because there weren't exactly anything near the border, the smilodon still needed to check the inner portions of the territory, because that's where he had ended up landing himself when he first arrived here. From the sky ironically. The armored smilodon had no reason to really feel threatened by anyone that currently lived in the outpost that he was taking refuge in. All he had to worry about was Carolina like herself, and he wasn't even sure if he could trust her just yet either. The Freelancer wore a helmet that was constantly on his face, hiding any facial expression that he was capable of feeling. Washington enjoyed having that barrier where no one could see his face because it meant that he didn't have to connect with those that he was talking to. He wasn't here to make friends after all, as he was trying to figure out a way to get back to being human. His plan already fortified of what he was going to do once he did manage to become human again, and the longer he stayed here the more likely the plan was going to end up failing if he wasn't careful.
The former human was making his way through the meadow when he could see heads poking slightly out of the tall grass. Being the size of a lion and most definitely not camouflaging with said grass, he wasn't exactly hard to spot. He noticed a familiar face. Imperia. He didn't mind the female's company, and the other may call him a friend while he thought the opposite. It was going to take a lot to get on the good side of the Freelancer where he wasn't thinking about killing someone. Washington made his way over, which probably would spook the white wolf that he didn't recognize. More wolves from the looks of it. The Freelancer didn't say anything as he approached, as the other was obviously intruding on the territory. Considering the wolf had arrived in the middle of the territory meant that the other may be someone that he actually knew. Wyoming maybe. But he wasn't sure as the other wasn't wearing any type of armor so maybe he didn't know him. The armored smilodon stopped at least five feet away from the group, sitting himself down. He needed to gather as much intel about those that lived in this place as much as possible. Part of him felt like it was a waste of time, but he and his comrades didn't know how long they were going to end up staying here either. Washington remained quiet and didn't bother to introduce him, his large size may put the other at unease if he wasn't used to larger animals, especially one that wore armor. His head would turn toward Imperia, and he would offer the other canine at least a small nod of his head. "speech"
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