07-25-2018, 10:38 PM
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Washington himself was far from being innocent. As far as he knew he would end up becoming a wanted man as soon as the word got out about what their group had actually done. The basic destruction of other human life even if it wasn't warranted all that much just for their own greedy needs. He was one of the forty-nine participants in the project where they followed the man that handled the project blindly. The Freelancer had never been given a reason to distrust the Director right off of the bat. Sure, the other was certainly hard on the soldiers that were indeed recruited, but that didn't mean that he didn't provide them with basically everything they asked for within reasons. He had gained their trust a little bit, but it was obvious that the business would be run just like any other military group. Washington had been a good soldier and didn't question the orders that were given to him unless they were ridiculous.
Then he would ask simple questions of what was expected for him to deal with the mission and then he would go from there. The Freelancer was more than capable of dealing with ridiculous requests, as they were taught very early on exactly how to improvise in a situation. Something that Washington would rather not have to deal with considering that improvising meant that it would be life-threatening of what they were about to do. Such as the mission to acquire the sarcophagus that was needed for their little program that was growing every single day. There were no means for error. The Freelancers didn't even know the size of the package and only knew that they had markings on them. Once they did find the markings, it just meant they had to get the package onto the dropship that they ended up coming in. The dropship specifically called a pelican in military terms, and most recognized the shape in seconds.
The issue was that it was too big and heavy for them to carry, and so they had to use a window washer to get it up to the top. Which there wasn't exactly a manual on how to fix the situation that they were in. But they had Carolina, which was just as great because she was the best of the best despite Texas having made her appearance with the rest of the group. Washington followed along with Carolina's orders without question because he knew that through her skill and talent that they would end up making it out alive. Of course, they had to kick Agent Maine out of the window of the massive skyscraper that they were on so that they could hoist the window washer to the top of the roof of the building. The big guy definitely didn't appreciate that, not like he would have a whole lot to complain about considering that he would acquire injuries further down the line that would make his condition critical.
Then the Mother of Invention thought it was a bright idea to destroy the massive skyscraper that they were on, and from there they were forced to go freefalling off the side of the building. An instance that Washington didn't exactly appreciate all that much since he knew one wrong move would end up killing them all. Luckily, all of the Freelancers survived the mission, despite several injuries spread across the entirety of the squad. During that raid though, they ended up killing several men. Men that had turned out to be the good guys that they were fighting against and the Freelancers were the issue too. Washington didn't know this at the time and had learned way before never to hesitate before taking a shot. The hard way. The hard way is that he had hesitated to kill someone that was begging for their life and he ended up getting shot in the shoulder, the bullet going through the joint between his shoulder and arm. It was painful that was for damn sure, but that was why he no longer hesitated when regarding others. Washington knew better after all. Washington refused to forgive the Director.
He wanted to see justice given to the man that had destroyed his life. Not because he had been lied to the entire time, but he knew that once he got back, he would be hunted by the Earth government itself. Who knows who would end up coming after him if they knew he was a Freelancer? The title would be something that no one would ever trust again. They were enemies, and because of that, it would mean that Washington would probably have to run for the rest of his life. As far as he concerned, it was better than living the life of an animal. One issue that was difficult for him to deal with was figuring out what these animals would end up understanding and what they would end up being confused about. This was one of those moments as he turned his head to regard Imperia while she questioned why it was strange having his armor off. A hidden frown would spread across his facial features at the mention of it getting lonely.
He hadn't felt an emotion like that in a very long time. It was natural now thanks to the distrust that he had with everyone. Washington shrugged his shoulders before responding to what she said. "Not really. In the program I was in we were required to constantly wear our gear on us. After all, on the battlefield, there's no telling how long one will need to wear said equipment and we can't afford to get fatigued while wearing it. My armor has also saved my life countless times." Washington tried his best to explain, and even gestured with his paws a little bit. To him, talking to those that were already wearing armor was something completely normal to him. It just meant that he had to be good at reading someone's body language if he wasn't capable of reading their face. With animal body language though, he was basically completely lost if they weren't cats. A barrier between him and the world was needed, especially where he was coming from when there were constantly guns pointed in his direction.
At her apologizing though, a quizzical look would quickly replace the frown, before a low chuckle escaped his jaws as he shook his head. "You didn't. To you civilians, everything about us is strange and our experiences couldn't be more opposite. We all have different perceptions." Washington would state with the usual deadpanned way that he constantly talked. He was at least open-minded to some degree of the questioning that they got anyway. Washington would then roll his eyes at her other comment about being malnourished. "Yeah, I don't exactly want to repeat that again." Washington would say in a joking fashion, although to some it may not sound like he was joking as he rarely did. Constantly serious unless he was messing with Carolina because he knew exactly what he was capable of getting away with when it came to talking to his comrade. Now it was Washington's term to get embarrassed, as she mentioned as to how to make the jerky.
Oh. He didn't think about that. He cleared his throat as he raised one of his paws and rubbed the back of his neck, before putting the paw back down on the ground. "I guess I just thought you put the meat out in the sun and dried it...." Washington would say as his face trailed off as the gears inside of his head seemed to be turning. "Wait, so where do you end up cooking then?" The armored smilodon would question with a slight tilt of his head. He didn't remember seeing a station of any sorts where one could easily cook, and he had yet to even see any of the animals that lived in this place cook anyway. After a small pause, Washington would turn his attention back to the biggest portion of the armor that he did have, that being the chest plate. It was the heaviest piece and took the longest to clean. There was a magnet that was directly between the shoulder portions of the chest plate, allowing him to hold anything metallic if he wanted to. Although he didn't exactly have any knives of equipment to use either.
Washington used both of his arms to pull the armor closer to himself, and began to use the claws to go in between all of the indents. Making sure the padding that was inside of the armor was sufficient and not need of replacement as he waited for Imperia to speak again. Even though it wasn't visible, the ears inside of his helmet perked as she asked what bullets were. Now that was going to be hard to explain. Washington turned his head slightly to the side while looking at the ground until he heard his neck popped. A small habit that he had adopted since he took shelter in this place. An 'hmm' sound would escape his jaws as he seemed to think about how to answer it. "Yes. I'm not sure if you have had any run-in with hunters, as they still seem to exist during this timeline, but they use guns to dispatch either opponent or just to go hunting.
There usually consists of a shell body and gunpowder so that when the gun is fired it projects the bullet through the barrel. They're made out of metal and they're projectiles that can travel extremely fast, faster than what an eye can really perceive. Our armor is good for deflecting certain sized bullets, but larger bullets that can pierce that of a tank? Would go straight through it. Oh uhhh this is what they usually look like." Washington would say as he realized that he was probably getting ahead of himself. Raising one of his paws he unsheathed his black claws and began to draw the general shape of a bullet, one that came from the gun that he used to be great at shooting with. "That's what a bullet looks like, and if a bullet hits any flesh, it'll go straight through it, and there are some bullets that if they impact something, it turns into shrapnel causing more damage. This is the kind of the general shape of the gun I used to use." The soldier would then start drawing the battle rifle. Making sure to include the bridge of the gun and the barrel. He wasn't the best artist, but it gave the other all shape. Once he was done drawing, he shook the paw that he was drawing with to get the dirt out from in between his paws. "speech"
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