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Spot had, as usual, been wandering the halls, making the most of the large ship. She'd also been hunting for Data, a search thus far fruitless. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't here, just that she hadn't found him. So the small feline continued to hold out hope for his arrival. In the meanwhile, she would just have to find ways to distract herself. Normally this would mean playing with one of Data's toys, or clinging to Riker's legs with untrimmed claws. This fun was a bit more aggressive, however.

Surprisingly (and strangely), Spot had managed to activated one of the many training holos in the Sensorium, and was now running through the halls of a ruined spaceship or space station. Occasionally there was a tall, bipedal creature walking around, making rounds through the halls. The first one of these suffered a most unfortunate, as for some unknown reason, the hallway that Spot and the creature found themselves on was floating over a large pool of magma, with little more than a safety rail to protect them.

Spot crawled stealthily toward the alien, glaring up at it with her angry little eyes. The repeated pattern of walking told the cat two possible things: it was guarding something, or it was inordinately stupid. Spot was inclined to believe the latter. She swooped in as the alien made its next turn, slipping between the creature's feet. With a shrill trill, the alien tripped, rolled, hit the rail, broke it, and fell into the lava.

House cat one, alien scum zero.

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Another bipedal creature has found its way into the sensoriums, but you wouldn't neccessarily know it from the way he huddles at the end of the passage. He watches the scene play out intently, with slight amusement.

Spot noticed the new person, of course. She just didn't care. She was having fun. Another alien entered the hallway glancing about curiously from the floor of the hall to the destroyed piece of railing. While mulling that over, Spot leaped from the floor, latching on to the creature's face with wicked sharp claws.

The creature most certainly did not approve of that, as it spun wildly around the hall, firing off shots with the strange rifle arm it had. Finally, having an idea, it pulled the gun towards itself, aimed squarely at Spot, and pulled the trigger.

Spot was just a little faster than the trigger-finger, though, and the creature toppled to the floor, falling backwards through the broken grating, with a clear hole through the center of its head.

House cat two.

Bruce's eyes follow the tabby through her ballet of carnage. The thin, barely-discernible smile broadens further when the training creature completely fails to score a hit on anything but itself.

Satisfied, Spot plopped down, relaxing on the deck of the hallway. However, her relaxation time would not last long, as the door opened to reveal three of the creatures. Spot didn't care, however, stretching out languidly as the three came running in, all next to each other. None of them noticed the cat on the floor.

As the first one passed Spot, he managed to kick her, which in turn drew a vicious reaction from Spot, her razor claws raking across the alien's ankle. The monster hoisted the foot in the air, hopping in pain. Without any warning of their comrade's sudden stop, the other two slammed into him, knocking all three off balance, causing them all to fall off the edge.

House cat five. That was far too easy.

Bruce laments not bringing a date to this show. They could've exchanged bets on how many of these things it would take to best the plucky tabby. He gives good odds on eight.

Only two came in this time. They wasted no energy hunting around, simply shooting at Spot. The small cat was already on the move, dodging left and right. With the speed their shots traveled at, they were really quite easy to dodge.

After a while, however, Spot's plan started to become clear. She wasn't an expert on architectural engineering or anything of the sort, but she'd seen the rail break, and naturally concluded: why not the rest of it? True to form, the aliens' blasts eventually destroyed most of the supports for the hallway, causing it to suddenly dip on one side as it fell. Spot ran for the safe side, running up the sloped bridge, leaping as the creatures fell off it.

Still, the aliens did not die immediately. These two seemed a little more prepared, as packs on their backs lit up, causing them to float in the air. They glared up at Spot, ready to return fire.

That was when the bridge fell on them. House cat seven. Spot turned away from the spot where the hall had once been, her tail stuck straight up in the air as her back legs kicked out, dragging across the floor. The meaning was clear.

Bruce is practically grinning by the time Spot does her victory dance. He whistles softly, so that if she has yet to notice him she will now. A mouse, freshly sensoriumed, dangles between his thumb and forefinger.

Do cats with a gift for strategy enjoy mice?

Spot headed over to Bruce easily enough, but having never seen a mouse, she didn't know what exactly to do with it. She sauntered over to him, her tail flicking back and forth behind her. This human was different, she thought. Smelled different. She sat down in front of him, cocked her head to one side, and looked him straight in the eye.

"Mreeeowr?"

When Cielo was trying not to think about how this ship seemed intent on devouring him -the pulsing bed chambers, the suits, everything seemed to be slowly digesting him- he's explore and probably come across a brand new way that the ship would try to devour him.

He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, sleep was not something that came easy to him. Especially now, alone without his tribe inside what could possibly be a giant flying stomach. But when he wandered into the sensoriums again, just to see what was going on in there this time, he was amazed to see the little feline.

"Cat!" He exclaimed, eyes brightening and he smiled.

He'd only known one other cat before, but that one had been strage. There were no cats in the Junkyard, but then there was one. For some reason he'd known what it was even though it had been the first one he'd ever seen. It bothered him a lot once he realized it, why should he know such things?

But this time he already knew what the creature was, so that made it okay.

Spot paused in her play, turning to stare at the new person. They'd made a noise! What for? It was obvious she was a cat, did the guy expect a surprise or something?

Cielo's eyes trailed around the area, very glad it was nothing like the living ship. He approached the cat slowly, then crouched near by with his hand out. He was literally an overgrown child, and that reflected in his eyes right now as an innocent curiosity. "Hi, kitty cat."

Spot was liking this new one already. Purring, she stalked closer to him, rubbing against the hand as she walked around him. With each pass, her tail stretched and then flicked out, and her purring grew louder as she rubbed against his hand. Oh, yes, this one was a keeper.

"Awww!" Cielo laughed and plopped back so he was sitting cross legged on the ground. Who cares about weird creatures wandering around. There was an adorable kitty that needed to be pet. He'd just devour them if they tried anything silly. So he stroked his hand from her head to her tail and rubbed lightly behind her ears. "You're a good kitty, ya?"

Oh, definitely good. Spot accepted the loving readily, continuing to rub against Cielo.

A flash of orange down the hall sparked Lafiel's curiosity. She hurried after it, limping on her sprained ankle. It couldn't be...Stacy has no use for Diaho!

Yet if Jinnto's cat was here then that meant...She quickened her pace, entering the sensorium. Something like a klanyu* materialized in her hand and she found herself in a rusty, metallic chamber with a great blue bulge, apparently made out of blastseal. It didn't respond to touch or commands and there was no slot to hook up her froce but a single blast with the klanyu caused it to iris open. There she found herself on top of a shaky, narrow walkway. Though she knew this was only a simulation, she became prickly with alertness. She spied the cat as it sped through the legs of a great, bipedal mantislike creature, causing it to topple into the lava beneath them.

She followed, finding another door like it and opening it with another shot. "Diaho!" She cried in the imaginary bulkhead...

Spot had decided to stop for now, intent on licking clean her paws. After all, they'd touched aliens. She didn't know what they had. So the cat was sitting quite happily, licking at her paws, when Lafiel came through the door. When the girl entered, only then did she glance up.

"Mrowr?"

A sigh of dissapointment. This isn't Diaho, just a yellow tabby she doesn't know. Still, she has a way with cats, as the abovementioned illustrates. She squats on her heels and calls the kitty over with soft sounds. Petting times are now.

Pettings are always loved, and the cat sauntered over to Lafiel, her pink collar occasionally flashing between the fur on her neck. She was no Data, but she was nice, and already smelled a little like cat. That earned points in the tabby's book.

A few scritches under the soft fur of its chin. "You're a lot like him though...Always wandering into trouble." Like cat, like owner... She thinks forlornly. If she didn't need a cat to pet before, she does now.

She lifts him by the space under his front legs so he's two legged and looking at her. "What are you doing here anyway? Are you lost?"

The sensoriums were a wonder for Bandit--as many sights and smells as he could want--and so he took a moment of his time to peek about the reality Spot had created. It had the cool, clinical smell he was used to, but the heat was unfamiliar; it wasn't the harsh scent of explosions, just...heat. Like fire, and rocks. He hadn't encountered this before.

But he smelled, on the air, like a spritz of pepper and power and cleverness. A cat scent. His entire body perked for an instant, before more cautious sniffing made him realize it wasn't 2 at all. Oh. Sad puppy.

He explored the place, sniffing out the hostiles, following that cat smell, which was where the slow-heat scent was from too. Most of the monsters he encountered met with an untimely death: throats and chests opened, legs ripped off or snapped, tackled into one another's blades.

Cat had some competition.

Spot didn't have a superior cybernetic deathsuit, but she did have her own keen instincts and resources, leaping agilely from surface to surface, drawing the fire of the aliens into each other, purring as the creatures wiped each other out. The dog was brutal and direct, just as she'd expect from his breed. Spot, however, prided herself on her subtlety.

Well, Bandit had had his deathsuit confiscated so there really wasn't any crazy lasering going down. He just had his teeth, claws and speed to rely on--god thing he was smarter, faster and stronger than an average dog. He'd gotten by so far on guerilla tactics: a quick swipe, pull back, swipe, pull back, and so on and so forth until a leg twisted or snapped and he got them down. Then he went for the throat.

Yyyeah subtlety wasn't Bandit's thing. 2 had always been better at that.

His nose takes him around a bend and through another door--into the hallways suspended over molten lava. His tail wags as he sees Spot's tabby colours.

! KITTY !

Tobias is surprised to see the animals running around the ship now. His hawk instincts want him to hunt the cat, but he's never been much for cats, except the occasional roadkilled one. They're too big and fight back too much. The dog brings out a bit of a fear response.

He isn't sure if they're morphs or just animals or what, although the dog looked a little different for some reason he couldn't place.

< Hello? Real animals or shape-changers? > he said aloud. > He does have an idea though that the cat might like. He finds a place to settle and then focuses on the only other morph he acquired before becoming a nothlit: his own cat. He waits out the rather strange hawk-to-cat shift, realizing as the cat's mind creeps in that they do share some things in common. Predator minds, although one air based and one land based.

"Meow" the Dude morph's voice sounds.

Space pirates, one of Samus' favorite things to do lately was come into the Sensoriums and blast them senseless. It was one of the few places she got to be completely by herself AND she discovered it could mimic her suit. Sure, she'd rather have the real thing back, but this would do for now.

Samus steadied herself, aiming at the first one and charging up her cannon. It was nearing full charge, and she was almost ready to fire when something caught her by surprise. She was not expecting a cat to take down her target.

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