07-13-2018, 03:51 AM
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Relationships weren't exactly common when it came to the aspects of the military. He knew of someone that did find their true love while being in the military, although he hadn't been cut out for the military in the first place. Now that he basically had all of the Director's memories, he knew exactly what the Director had gone through over the years that he had been training and learning about the different way one could use with AI's. The man was a genius. He could have done amazing things in order to help with the war. But instead, he went down a different path when his wife was called into action during the time of the war and she didn't return back. It was awful, but there was nothing that the Director or Carolina could have done to keep her going. She was a soldier after all. Ready to answer the call to protect the human race from extinction from another galactic threat that had fallen on Earth. However, the Director ended up becoming obsessive. Obsessive on trying to get his wife back and if there was potential to bring her back through his memories. Neglecting his daughter for the majority of his life go through with the mission that he had envisioned. Which had turned into the program that Washington had ended up joining.
Washington had been one of the 49 that joined said program, signing their life away in hopes that it would help the human race survive thanks to the experimentation of what the program actually wanted to end up achieving. Everyone had their doubts about whether or not it was going to work, but Washington had faith that this was the next best bet. His entire life he had kept everything mostly professional. He didn't bother to flirt with others because he probably would have been punished for doing so. Besides, females that joined the army weren't exactly pushovers. And he wasn't the greatest soldier that had ever lived either. When he had joined Project Freelancer, he had been regarded as the worst of the best. He was still better than the majority of the Freelancer's that were in the program, but he couldn't really compete against the likes of Carolina or Texas when it came to hand to hand combat and strength. Of course, he couldn't go against the likes of Agent Texas considering that she was an AI and wasn't exactly a fair fight with just a regular human mind against that of a computer program. She was just a shadow though of who she was supposed to represent. The only one he was fairly certain that was capable of establishing a relationship was Agent Carolina and Agent York.
He wasn't even sure what they had been before the explosion, his naive mind just considering them to be close friends and not being capable of reading in between the lines. When it came to those that loved each other, Washington didn't honestly know what most of that even meant. He had been a soldier for so long, that he didn't know how not to be a soldier in the end. It was difficult, yes, but he didn't want to give up being a soldier. When he turned back to being human, Washington planned on continuing to serve the military or offer his services in some shape or form. The Freelancer listened to the voice of the male that was in front of him, and he frowned behind his helmet. He definitely didn't know this guy that was for certain. The only one that was capable of really flirting was Agent York, and this guy was definitely not him. Usually, the bodies that they had gotten so far reminded others of the color scheme that they had of their armor before coming here. A black and white cat would represent black and white armor. Washington didn't know this guy and that meant he was thinking about leaving fairly quickly. The guy was flirting with Imperia from the looks of it. Not like Washington really cared all that much as it wasn't really his business.
Washington didn't bother to answer the question that had been directed toward Imperia directly. There was no reason to be. His golden eyes did narrow behind his helmet though toward the male. He certainly didn't like the others comment about his armor. His armor wasn't some sort of toy. It was armor that could survive an impact from space. "No. It's regulation Mark 6 armor. If you even know what armor is." Washington would say in a stern tone. He knew that most of the animals in the Ascendants knew what armor was, but he didn't know about the intelligence that other animals were capable of. The armor that Washington wore was a mixture of titanium and other chemicals, creating titanium alloy in the process. It could endure extreme heat without melting, and concussive impacts. While at the same time almost remaining essentially bulletproof with regular rounds, but something like a sniper round would be able to pierce said armor. With the way that the soldier talked, it didn't seem like he was the one for jokes. Taking almost everything that was being said seriously given the tone that was talked to him. Washington wasn't sure if he liked this guy, not like it mattered though since it wasn't his job to interact with everyone that was in this outpost. The Freelancer only had one job and that was getting back to the Mother of Invention. "speech"
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