"Investigating the Cat-Bat Incident"

[OdileCondacin 0]

"Uh yeah... she's in my department, that's right..."

 

"Then do you have any clue what she means?"

 

Odile looked from the "repair" orders to the engineering enlistee, baffled. "Uh..."

 

"You don't, either?" He looked again at the padd which the Xenexian was limply holding. "Is the... big... taboo cat Lieutenant Commander JoN's, Ma'am?"

 

"Uh..." Odile thought hard. "Here, give me that padd." She shooed the engineer off. "I'll call you when I figure it out, 'kay?"

 

"Okay," he replied, shrugging, and left Odile with a distinct "huh?" expression.

 

"Okay..." she echoed a minute or so later. "The bat's having trouble with the cat. Ye gods." She poked, two-fingered, at her console, pulling up the vid-logs of Cargo Bay One. "What the hell happened?" she asked no one (a few months before, she'd told herself she was talking to Knife, which would have made her feel much better about herself).

 

On quick-forward mode she scrolled through the day, watching for... something with Tay and/or something with Kitty. Wait, backing up...

 

There was Tay... and the lighting was diminished. Oooh. And Tay was... uhm... flying.

 

Then there was Kitty. Kitty looking like Kitty was about ready to pounce her bat. Kitty looking angry. Cat and Bat arguing.

 

Oh, damnit... was she thinking like Tay?

 

"Damnit," she answered herself aloud, and finished after Tay had called security -- kitty's own department! -- on her. She seriously was going to have to talk to both of them.

 

There would be a fun conversation. "Hi, Tay. Don't taunt the cat. Hi, Kitty. Don't eat the bat. Now give each other a biiiiiiiig hug..."

 

Fun.

 

Not.

 

She tapped her commbadge. "Ensign Tay, Commander JoN's, please come down to my office..."

[Kansas_Jones 0]

At the blip and resulting incoming comm to her communicator badge, Kansas pulled her attention away from the Senok files she had been studying. A wide, golden furred paw tapped at her own badge to acknowledge the incoming request.

 

“Commander JoNs here. What’s going on Lieutenant Condacin?”

 

The feline already knew the reason behind the summons, but still quietly listened to the Xenexian senior lieutenant’s clipped reply, explanation, and a repeat of the request to come to her office.

 

Several options flashed through the Caitian feline’s mind as a personal response; one was to tell Sin to mind her own business, but that would be rude. Another was to pull rank and flat out deny the summons, but that was the coward’s way out and not befitting the senior officer ranking that both JoNs and Condacin shared. A third, rather suicidal option involved cracking a joke at the whole situation. JoNs resisted the urge to crack wise to Odile because to be quite honest, the sciences officer didn’t deserve that.

 

Oh yeah, and JoNs had a hunch that said Xenexian would not think twice about coming to security and hauling the feline commander in by the ear, rank and friendship be damned if the Caitian got smart with her.

 

Choose the better part of valor. Definitely.

 

The big taboo cat let loose with a sigh, and then responded with, “I’m on my way Lieutenant, JoNs out.”