Trackers

[Kansas_Jones 0]

They had the captain on Blue Force - always a plus, knowing Cale.

- from Ragaar Log, "Tracking" (09.11.11)

 

"Vasssstafa hisha forshan missha ashava avashorfa!"

 

Commander JoNs couldn't help but divert her attention long enough from her watch on the corridor to wing an amused look at her younger cousin. "No really, tell me how you feel."

 

Ensign Honor-Scar glanced up from the iComanche communicator she clutched in a paw. "Lightwind's Blue Force signal blinked out again."

 

The Caitian cousins had ducked into a deserted office once the signal on Light had gone dark – no pun intended; JoNs didn't want to continue moving forward completely blind if she could avoid it.

 

She mrrowled slightly and replied. "Give it a few more for the mobile program to re-establish a link. We know there's an anti-tracking program floating on the wireless…Bridge EC Ops'll handle it."

 

Less concerned with the wireless link, the younger Cait quietly commented on their hard charging commanding officer. "She's a Human! They aren't normally this…annoying. I thought I was bad with the whole free spirit thing. It's like trying to track a herd of…"

 

"Go on. You can say it. You know you want to."

 

"Cats…"

 

JoNs smirked but did not comment. At times, Honor-Scar reminded her of the Human in question – bold, mouthy, but with a good heart. Maybe that's why Jumper seems to be settled with the Comanche Creek posting as compared to other assignments. By now, the younger feline would have been in hack if not brought up before an inquiry board…

 

"And, shouldn't she be, like, way more vassstafa sedate at this point in her career?"

 

"You tell her that to her face and I'll sell tickets to the resulting brawl."

 

Jumper interrupted. "—lock reestablished. Light's not moving forward. Grid map shows her along outer edge of admin area…"

 

Shadowy movement up the corridor caught JoNs's eye; the commander held a paw up for silence, and the ensign immediately fell quiet. Honor-Scar moved soundlessly to stand at her kin's shoulder and look down the corridor.

 

Clad in the SWAT gear of the Nova AC police department, a squad double timed it across the distant junction, going towards the secondary access area of the section..

 

"Should we hook up with them?" Jumper inquired softly, purring tone evident.

 

"Negative. Let's move. We stay on assignment with Light until the Tasha package is sorted…"

 

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*Real World Note: 'Blue Force' is a GPS tracking system employed by the United States military forces; the blue designates the location/movement of friendlies.