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*retro to injuries*
There were few places in the Ascendants territory that Washington could even consider to be that of a view. He wasn't a huge fan of the plains, as there was no place for strategic cover if one was attacked. The waterfall that was in the territory created a decent view along with the lake that they had as well. It was shallow and some nice colors were reflected off of the top of the water. Washington didn't care about how nice something looked, having dealt with the dirtiest of barracks and trenches that he could fit himself into in the early stages of his military career. He wasn't picky. He got what he got and ran with it, even if it was a little inconvenient. It didn't matter to him though because he had a mission and he was going to go through with it whether those that lived in this place liked it or not. He had to get all of them out of here and now. Washington was one of the more strange looking creatures that lived in this place. He sported armor that spread across the front part of his body but didn't cover his back half. Which was fine with Washington because he at least had his armor that he was used to dealing with when he was a human anyway. The Freelancer was also the size of a lion, but in the weight class of a tiger, or even more than that as his armor added on to his overall weight. Washington was one of the larger animals that lived in this place, not going the animals that were the size of a scorpion tank, but just one of the larger regular looking animals. If something wearing a helmet could even be considered normal in a strange place like this.
He did his daily patrols like he scheduled himself to do, alone, because he didn't like working with others. It wasn't hard to hear his form coming thanks to the metal sounds that came off of his armor, the lights on each of his arms making it easier to spot him no matter what time of day it was. He had come across two animals, Gabe and Suite. Looking at something down onto the ground. He made his way over and had to get closer than he usually did to be able to see what they were looking at. "A... talking ferret." He had yet to see anything this small actually be able to talk. He still had the human mindset that there was a size limit that a sentient creature could end up being. Half of what he said was basically under his breath in his helmet, but one could still catch what he said. He craned his neck to the side until he heard a pop. He had a headache again. The other was asking for acceptance into this place. It seemed like everyone was, and Washington was fine with that since it was really none of his business. The soldier could care less about those that joined unless they wanted him for something, which they often didn't. He flicked his shortened tail behind him before speaking again. "Agent Washington. This outpost accepts refugees and those looking for shelter at no cost except for occasional manual labor as payment once you are settled in." What he said was probably more complicated than it needed to me, and the entirety was in a calm deadpanned, military tone. He never seemed to stop acting like a soldier since he arrived here. The visor of his helmet hiding exactly what he looked like behind it. "speech"
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