"Taboo"

[Kansas_Jones 0]

10.16.08

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Taboo”

 

Midshipman Joseph Chase.

 

Midshipman Joseph Chase.

 

Brought him on board. Worked with him on the Earth clean up detail assignment.

 

Betrayal.

 

Deceit.

 

Loss of life.

 

An eye for an eye.

 

The predator was out and hunting. The predator that was always just below the surface and usually successfully contained within polite society and upbringing. Today, the predator was let loose with an undercurrent of darkness.

 

Commander JoNs padded into the Main Armory, very low to the ground on all four paws in a classic hunting posture. Her ears were flat, her tail and neck ruff flared with anger that generated off her in almost static electricity. The tail was lashing, and her pupils completely dilated. Her feline features were set in a silent snarl, the skin and fur drawn so tight across her face in anger that you could make out the outline of her skull. She sniffed the air and visually scanned the area, looking for her target. Several greetings that a few of the armory officers on duty called out to her completely died on the air as they got a look at the Executive Officer and promptly backed away.

 

One or two brave souls asked “Sir, can we help you?”

 

To which the reverberated reply to the gathering of officers and enlisted workers of the armory section as a whole was, “CHASE! You were trusted here on this ship! You betrayed that!”

 

It all happened so fast. No one really knew what happened next.

 

Midshipman Joseph Chase started running. He had been standing at the other end of the area, working on one of the heavy equipment ordnance loaders.

 

He had been tracked. They knew about the explosive. He bolted away from the danger.

 

A snarled roar deafened any other sound or exclamation of surprise as all the armory crewmen tried to make sense of the chaos of the next few seconds.

 

JoNs bolted after him, giving him no quarter and running him down quickly on all four paws. If the situation were not so dire, the felinoid command officer could be considered pretty as she streaked across the armory; her muscles rippled and pumped with the adrenaline coursing through her body. The perfect killing machine if she ever chose to be.

 

The one hundred and thirty pound leonine Caitian caught him just as he was going to clear the armory and escape into the auxiliary access corridor.

 

She tackled the larger male and they rolled rogether across the hard deckplating in a blur of golden fur, white skin, human and feline, command red, and support services gold.

 

Midshipman Joseph Chase screamed in terror.

[Tay 0]

Hssssssst.

 

Not perfect.

 

Can't fly.

[Kansas_Jones 0]

Hssssssst.

 

Not perfect.

 

Can't fly.

 

I haz jumping skillz though. :-P