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(( USS Gorkon - Corridors - Deck 10 ))

Apparently this was now home.
Bekk was in two minds about this new development. She missed the outdoors,
running around all the curiously-coloured foliage hunting little critters
under the wide open sky. There didn't seem to be any sky here at all, like
those rocky tunnels her previous master had let her roam around in.
But these tunnels were different - they didn't smell natural, and that was
making her ill at ease. Still, there did seem to be a LOT of them, which
was exciting, although she'd yet to find anything worth hunting. Just the
big clumsy two-legged things. And they usually got upset when she hunted
them, so she practised her stealth skills for now and hid from them when
they passed by. It was depressingly easy.

Bekk padded to a junction and paused to consider which direction to go in
next, taking the opportunity to leave a scent mark on the floor nearby. She
hadn't seen any other of her kind around but that wasn't going to stop her
claiming as much of this place as her own territory. Besides, whatever
material was covering the floors was very absorbent and it seemed a shame
not to take advantage of that.
She could always return to the quarters the new person had taken her too,
after she'd been poked and prodded by the floppy-haired being with the
stick. The new person she liked - he was big, and reminded him of her last
owner, with his big voice and matted hair. This one didn't smell anything
like as good though, too clean, but he'd do. The floppy-haired one with the
stick though, she didn't like so much. She made a mental note to track him
down and urinate in his shoes at some point.

As Bekk paused, a new scent caught her nose. Faint, but undeniable. It was
the outdoors! Finally! She scurried in what would have been a very
un-dignified feline way had anyone been watching. But nobody was watching.
She'd made sure of that. If they were, she would have prowled instead,
obviously.

The scent became stronger as she approached some large open doors. Bekk
slowed her pace and cautiously looked inside. It was the outdoors, but the
outdoors while still being indoors. Confusing! Trees and plants and grass
filled the space, but there were also walls and a roof. This was not the
outdoors.
Disappointed, she explored the place anyway, sharpening her claws on the
biggest trees and chewing thoughtfully on some of the leafier flowers. She
found she quite liked the bitter ones, tasting a little like those rock
lizards she'd enjoyed hunting so much.
But, once again, there was nothing to hunt her. Bekk hung her head sadly as
she sniffed along one of the metal walls. This place was big, sure, but not
very exciting. There's wasn't any... she paused - there, behind that leafy
thing, a new discovery! There was a hole in the wall, a grate lay nearby
next to a pile of metal object that smelled of electricity and work, like
the things the miners had used to use to poke at their machines. But the
hole was dark and inviting and, to any feline creature in the entire
history of the galaxy, completely irresistible.
With a nimble pounce, Bekk hopped inside.


(( USS Gorkon - Jo Marshall's Quarters - Later ))

Bekk was pleased. Very pleased.
The hole in the wall had led to a hole new bunch of little tunnels. Much
smaller and much more exciting, like burrows. She'd spent hours sniffing
around them, climbing up the ladders (although climbing back down them
again had proved impossible) and sticking her nose up against any grill she
found. And then she'd picked up another familiar scent. One from down in
the rock tunnels, when things had all gone a little crazy. It was a scent
that had been there at the end, a person Bekk had found herself curiously
grateful towards.
Bekk had followed the scent and now here she was, in this room where
everything smelled of that person with the long hair. How Bekk had actually
got into the room didn't matter, she was here now and - a ball! There was a
ball just lying on the floor! Finally, something to hunt and kill!
An energetic ten minutes were spent with that ball. It was brutally
murdered at least six times until Bekk paused and blinked. Something was
wrong. The exertion seemed to be resulting in something, the bitter taste
of those leaves crept back into her mouth. With a retching sound more akin
to a terrified Targ, Bekk purged herself, depositing the mass of bile and
half-chewed leaves under a chair. After all, she didn't want to ruin the
aesthetic of the room. She wasn't a monster.

Now feeling much better, Bekk hopped onto the comfy sofa and curled herself
up to nap.




(NPC)
Bekk
Daughter of Klash
House of Klash

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(( USS Gorkon - Corridors - Deck 10 ))

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Apparently this was now home.
Bekk was in two minds ab=
out this new development. She missed the outdoors, running around all the c=
uriously-coloured foliage hunting little critters under the wide open sky. =
There didn't seem to be any sky here at all, like those rocky tunnels h=
er previous master had let her roam around in.
But these tunnels =
were different - they didn't smell natural, and that was making her ill=
at ease. Still, there did seem to be a LOT of them, which was exciting, al=
though she'd yet to find anything worth hunting. Just the big clumsy tw=
o-legged things. And they usually got upset when she hunted them, so she pr=
actised her stealth skills for now and hid from them when they passed by. I=
t was depressingly easy.

Bekk padded to a junction=
and paused to consider which direction to go in next, taking the opportuni=
ty to leave a scent mark on the floor nearby. She hadn't seen any other=
of her kind around but that wasn't going to stop her claiming as much =
of this place as her own territory. Besides, whatever material was covering=
the floors was very absorbent and it seemed a shame not to take advantage =
of that.
She could always return to the quarters the new person h=
ad taken her too, after she'd been poked and prodded by the floppy-hair=
ed being with the stick. The new person she liked - he was big, and reminde=
d him of her last owner, with his big voice and matted hair. This one didn&=
#39;t smell anything like as good though, too clean, but he'd do. The f=
loppy-haired one with the stick though, she didn't like so much. She ma=
de a mental note to track him down and urinate in his shoes at some point.<=
/div>

As Bekk paused, a new scent caught her nose. Faint=
, but undeniable. It was the outdoors! Finally! She scurried in what would =
have been a very un-dignified feline way had anyone been watching. But nobo=
dy was watching. She'd made sure of that. If they were, she would have =
prowled instead, obviously.

The scent became stron=
ger as she approached some large open doors. Bekk slowed her pace and cauti=
ously looked inside. It was the outdoors, but the outdoors while still bein=
g indoors. Confusing! Trees and plants and grass filled the space, but ther=
e were also walls and a roof. This was not the outdoors.
Disappoi=
nted, she explored the place anyway, sharpening her claws on the biggest tr=
ees and chewing thoughtfully on some of the leafier flowers. She found she =
quite liked the bitter ones, tasting a little like those rock lizards she&#=
39;d enjoyed hunting so much.
But, once again, there was nothing =
to hunt her. Bekk hung her head sadly as she sniffed along one of the metal=
walls. This place was big, sure, but not very exciting. There's wasn&#=
39;t any... she paused - there, behind that leafy thing, a new discovery! T=
here was a hole in the wall, a grate lay nearby next to a pile of metal obj=
ect that smelled of electricity and work, like the things the miners had us=
ed to use to poke at their machines. But the hole was dark and inviting and=
, to any feline creature in the entire history of the galaxy, completely ir=
resistible.
With a nimble pounce, Bekk hopped inside.
<=
br>

(( USS Gorkon - Jo Marshall's Quarters - L=
ater ))

Bekk was pleased. Very pleased. >
The hole in the wall had led to a hole new bunch of little tunnels. M=
uch smaller and much more exciting, like burrows. She'd spent hours sni=
ffing around them, climbing up the ladders (although climbing back down the=
m again had proved impossible) and sticking her nose up against any grill s=
he found. And then she'd picked up another familiar scent. One from dow=
n in the rock tunnels, when things had all gone a little crazy. It was a sc=
ent that had been there at the end, a person Bekk had found herself curious=
ly grateful towards.
Bekk had followed the scent and now here she=
was, in this room where everything smelled of that person with the long ha=
ir. How Bekk had actually got into the room didn't matter, she was here=
now and - a ball! There was a ball just lying on the floor! Finally, somet=
hing to hunt and kill!
An energetic ten minutes were spent with t=
hat ball. It was brutally murdered at least six times until Bekk paused and=
blinked. Something was wrong. The exertion seemed to be resulting in somet=
hing, the bitter taste of those leaves crept back into her mouth. With a re=
tching sound more akin to a terrified Targ, Bekk purged herself, depositing=
the mass of bile and half-chewed leaves under a chair. After all, she didn=
't want to ruin the aesthetic of the room. She wasn't a monster. iv>

Now feeling much better, Bekk hopped onto the comfy =
sofa and curled herself up to nap.


=


(NPC)
Bekk
Daughter of Klash
iv>House of Klash




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