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LeftEar JoNs

"Out of Time"

04.13.08

USS Excalibur NCC-2004 C

“Out of Time”

 

Four Caitians expertly moved through the darkened access way, making no sound as they went. The felines were the evolutionary embodiment of a predator, and they were very good at what they did. The lower portion of their faces and muzzles where covered with black neckerchiefs, and they all wore nondescript civilian clothing of slacks or trousers and leather jackets of a clean design and cut that could be purchased on any moon base or space station.

 

Left Ear JoNs, her twin brother Ravirr, and elder brother MRirr all stalked confidently out onto the decking of the main cargo bay, keeping to the shadows provided by the crates and barrels stacked in the area, their dark brown to light brown fur making them almost invisible against the shadows. The fourth member of the party was sixteen year old Mrrett, a young female cousin to the three siblings who was being schooled in the ways of the mercenary by her elders. And while the lion-like feline's coat was of a bright gold color, she too blended seamlessly into the shadows.

 

Left Ear began scanning the area with a civilian made recorder device, looking for the necessary supplies that they had come for. MRirr stood guard, and Ravirr and Mrrett started snooping around the paper work that had been stacked on a nearby work desk, looking for any codes and such that they might be able to use or sell in the future.

 

The young leonine Caitian turned to her older cousin - who resembled a brown panther like his sister - and spoke in a hushed whisper. “Uh, Ravirr, I thought we were hitting a ship called the Fallen Angel … a ship employed in the rebel fleet, right?”

 

Ravirr nodded in affirmation to his shorter cousin. “Aye, that was the target ship little one.”

 

“…then how come this manifest listing thing shows the name of the ship as the USS Excalibur?”

 

His tail lashed once as he too gazed at the listing of cargo and supplies, and then he whistled to get his sister’s attention. The panther like female and leader of the raiding party came bounding over at once, her hind claws clicking on the hard decking. “What’s the matter?”

 

Ravirr pointed a claw at a few of the receipts lying across the slate gray desk. “The kitten spotted something. According to these cargo reports? This ain’t the Fallen Angel. Oh sure, this is an Akira class starship, but it’s not our target ship. This ship is actually the United Star Ship Excalibur. The Intel packet we were sent must’ve gotten botched.”

 

It took the female leader exactly three point two seconds to make a decision. “We’re outta here. This ain’t worth it, takin’ out a ship of unknown registry. Seems we need to have a little talk with our contact eh? Besides, we have that incoming Ion storm that we need to contend with as well. Better to be safe then sorry. C’mon, let’s round up MRirr and get back to the Dark Fang …”

 

“….I don’t think so, Commander JoNs.”

 

Left Ear and Ravirr both whirled around to stare at the human male, dressed in the orange jump suit of a cargo handler, who had quietly crept up from another service corridor access way. Mrrett let loose with a soft purring growl and dropped to her four paws, leaning against one of Ravirr's legs in a show of young uncertainty. In contrast, the older felines both stood proud and tall, despite the seeming discovery by the crewmember.

 

“I thought it was you from the back Commander. Word has it you are supposed to be on the bridge … there are strange goings on around here lately. Now please, step away Mrrprh!”

 

MRirr, who had the lion genetics like his young cousin but had a brown fur tone like his brother and sister, had used the shadows to his advantage in order to sneak up behind the human and grab at him. Within a second, Left Ear bolted forward, smacking the phaser the man had been holding out of his hand with a strong paw. She followed up the disarming attack with a precise – and hard – knee straight up and into the tender flesh of his groin.

 

The hapless Excalibur crewmember fell down hard on the decking, puked, and then started to scream as he cradled himself.

 

One moment, the Caitians had been there. Yet, when the man’s fellow cargo jockeys finally came running to see what the fuss was all about, there was no trace of the felines. Anywhere in the vicinity of the cargo bay. At all.

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Hah knew it. That Ion storm was getting so plugged. Love the log.

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