Sachiko - "Operations On The Job"
Amanda Nordstrom
((Biology Labs, Deck 4, USS Thor ))
Sachiko was on the hunt. Thus far, she had been stalking a moth for all of two minutes while the humanoids stood around and talked about what they should do to round up the escapees. Meanwhile, Sachiko’s butt rose into the air, her front half flattened against the ground. Her hind quarters wriggled from side to side, her eyes widening even more, the pupils almost completely consuming the blue. The moth continued its weaving flight, and finally, it came to the wall. Then, with a mighty push, Sachiko leaped at the smaller creature, paws extended, and landed against the wall before she very neatly pushed off and landed upon the floor. That time, she was successful, for when she lifted a paw, the moth fluttered beneath it. Lowering herself, she then picked it up in her mouth.
Tito: It might take some work to find something that will affect all of them, but it certainly beats hunting them down… ::He pointed to the cat:: Like how our friend is doing here.
Orlon A: We’ve already caught a moth, thanks ta Velaan. ::Nodding toward Velaan.:: So if we kin catch at least one gossamer mouse, we could see if there’s a substance that will knock them both out.
As Aislin indicated Velaan, Sachiko sat upon her haunches, her mostly closed eyes spreading a look of satisfaction on her face. A mighty hunter was she! Except then, Velaan sought to retrieve her prey. Very well, she was happy to gift it to someone who gave her scritches. Opening her mouth, she dropped it into his hand, then purred loudly as the critter moved, unharmed by its ordeal in the feline’s orifice.
Tito: We can see if the consoles here give anything away. Or if they have something that the Biologists already use.
Orlon A: That’s a great suggestion. Tito.
Talyra: I can take a look at the consoles and see what I can find out. Someone had to have been specifically assigned to monitor these. Or so I would hope.
Growing bored with the conversation, Sachiko hooked her right forelimb over her back and curled her neck around so she could start grooming. Evidently, she didn’t care if the moths and mice got away, and likely they would just be fun playthings for her later.
Tito: I am fairly certain it will be easier if we pick them up instead of hunting them down. Besides I admit the alternative is possibly easier, I am not inclined to take it.
V. Saa: And that is? I
Orlon A: Aye, ta what are ya referring, Tito?
The felina paused in her self care and glanced up at the officers, as if she, too, was curious about Tito’s explanation.
Tito: Purging them all. Suppress the creatures in any way possible. Cruel but effective.
Orlon A: Did’na you say that these were a diplomatic gift though?
Talyra: A diplomatic gift…?
What cared the cat about a diplomatic gift? Her form of diplomacy was a purr and a meow, and perhaps, if deemed worth, a lick of the hand. A hiss would set straight if she thought ill of some, and her claws would certainly give a clear message should any attempt to be too forward.
V. Saa: How about we contact Lieutenant Taj’el and see if they’d assist the department in helping wrangle the moths, that way we try to preserve them.
Orlon A: Ah think that’s a better idea. Ah dunna want ta start a diplomatic incident me first week as Chief.
Talyra: Taj’el? Are the moths theirs?
Tito: Response
Sachiko didn’t try to answer, but merely put her foreleg down and twisted her neck the other way to get her shoulder. However, her ears pricked toward whomever was talking, a subtle indication that she was, indeed, listening.
V. Saa: I’ll head to Ops and see if some of us can replicate some new containment units for both species, while also seeing if we’ve had any incoming complaints from other decks to map the spread. ::he grinned a little:: I’ll take lil hunter here into the jeffries with me to try and track some of the mice.
Orlon A: Let’s aim ta keep at least one male and one female of each species alive, so if we need them to procreate - unless they were poisoned…::Shakes her head:: Please dunna let them have been poisoned by the food. But Ah just mean, if they were a gift, it would be good fer us ta … Ah dunno. Still have some alive…
Tito: Response
V. Saa: I’ll get right on it Chief, which… uh welcome aboard, sorry this is one of your first days. ::He looks to the food:: You also might wanna get some scans of that food and sent it to DTI or Division 14. Something about it isn’t right, and who knows what it did to the mice.
Sachiko’s ears pricked up again, indicating that the cat, indeed, was paying attention, and had a sense that something was happening, if not the knowledge of exactly what people were saying. As Velaan turned to go, she rose, her tail high in the air and trotted after him, keeping up with the operations officer. After all, they were comrades in the same department, so it was best they stuck together.
Pausing at the door, Sachiko glanced back at those left behind. She blinked once, as if in goodbye, then turned and hurried after Velaan. Perhaps later she’d have the opportunity to do a little more hunting and provide a service to her crew.
[End for Sachiko]
-- Sachiko Huntress Operations Officer Best Officer M239008AD0
