07-14-2018, 06:08 PM
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Borders were needed. They were always needed. He didn't really care if others saw differently because they weren't able to see what it was like when no one had borders set up for themselves. Those borders kept those within them safe and made sure that there wouldn't be any threats that would have managed to make it though as well. Washington had to protect such borders when he was part of the UNSC. The soldier had the job of invading borders of planets that were underneath the control of those that were trying to kill them. They had to if they wanted to give a message that they didn't want to die and that they weren't going to go down without a fight. Simply not having someone posted at such borders meant that it was basically asking for someone to invade such a place. There was a distinct line when it came to dealing with humans in the first place. Washington didn't want the enemies getting to the planet that was considered to be their home and then ends up getting to his family without him knowing about it.
He was already an observant person, but that could only go so far when the enemies they were going up against were just as sentient as they were. Washington wasn't the type of person to really play the peacekeeper, although he did play that role a couple of times during his time in Project Freelancer. He had been almost childish when he had first joined the Project in the beginning, cracking jokes and making sarcastic remarks with basically anyone that he talked to. It was a means of getting him to relax and see the parts of other Freelancers that one wouldn't often see while they were working. He was a fighter in every sense of the word and he knew that he would never stop fighting. Having spent basically his entire life fighting against something, or going to war against someone meant that it was going to be an extremely hard habit to break. He was passionate when it came to fighting too, probably not as passionate as someone like Carolina but still.
He knew what he was capable of when it came to a fight, and that's when he usually sized up to an opponent or would immediately go on the attack. Washington knew first hand the horrors at wore that were thrown to them, and on top of that, he knew the effects War had on those that weren't even fighting in said War, but instead were civilians. The Freelancer was fairly certain that there were no likes of a War that this outpost or these civilians were having to fight in. Considering that he had never seen any of them in action just meant that he didn't think many of them were capable of defending themselves. Washington had no need to try and attack the likes of them because they were providing resources that were helping them along the road to getting back to being something that they were not now. Maybe it was considered a bad idea to take advantage of those that for some reason had a semblance of trust, while the trust wasn't mutual from one person to the next.
Washington didn't care about what they thought though, as a mind of a soldier was just telling him to complete his mission and once that was done he could deal with the aftermath. So far the majority of those that lived in this outpost hadn't decided to try and get in their way. Which was beneficial for them until he could get himself up to fighting speed anyway. Washington did his daily rounds when it came to scoping out the territory that was inside of the outpost. It wasn't exactly a hard job to do, but thanks to all the armor that he currently wore it meant that he was prone to overheating thanks to the summer heat that was constantly beating down on his back. It was making the process slower than he would have liked, but most of these animals were active in the day anyway. He didn't just check the borders when he started to walk around, and instead, he checked basically every pebble and rock for the day that he was around. Washington had no reason to try and introduce himself to literally everyone that he met, or stay around when a joiner was accepted because it was really none of his business what went on politically in a place like this when they were basically refugees.
At least that would be the term that Washington would use if someone asked him what he considered himself to be. The Freelancer didn't have the luxury of using scents to find who he was looking for and didn't even know that everyone would have an individual scent at all. His helmet filtering out any scents that could possibly make it into his helmet in the first place as it fitted perfectly to his head. He had to use his good sense of hearing to be able to hear voices while wearing his helmet, which still muffled certain things, hence why they constantly were on the radio back when he was a human so they could hear each other more clearly. He heard voices a little bit of a distance inside of the fields that basically covered all of the Ascendant's outpost, and he thought that he might as well see what was going on. The armored smilodon made his way over, already feeling his paws begin to grow sweaty from the heat that was filling the air at the moment.
It wasn't hard to hear him coming thanks to the rattling his armor made, and it wasn't hard to see him moving over as well. Most that looked at him seemed to think that he was some sort of monster, which he didn't really blame them for. It seemed like the guy that they were talking to was basically a stranger to them, which meant that he was trespassing, or at least had entered a restricted area without getting clearance. The latter making more sense to Washington as he still didn't understand most of the terms that were used to describe places like this. There was only one person that was familiar to him, the other was not as he stood a little bit of a distance away from everyone else. Keeping up the barriers that had been there basically since he had landed in this outpost. He listened to what the fox had to say, and he immediately knew by the guy's voice that this wasn't a Freelancer that he knew about.
A huff escaped Washington's jaws once the other finished talking. He had an interesting name, and maybe even a name that could even be given from a human, but Washington had no idea where this guy was from. "Now that you know your mistake it won't happen again. This outpost accepts refugees and those looking for shelter." Washington explained in the usual soldier fashion that he tended to talk to in. The Freelancer would let his words float through the air for a couple of minutes before speaking again. "Agent Washington." The smilodon would introduce himself calmly and curtly. Although it already looked like he was prepared to leave as he had a lot of work to get done before settling down for the rest of the day. He had a schedule that he constantly followed no matter what happened. His paws started to shift slightly as if he was about to already walk away. It was obvious with the way that he talked and the armor that he wore that he was different from the rest of those that were interacting with the fox. "speech"
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