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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?"

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