Licking the wounds (Drea's Revenge/Open)

[Jarl Dragett]

Jarl stepped back as all hell broke loose. The Trandoshan had roared and grabbed at the cat, sending Werdla backwards and riling the cat up into fighting mode. Then, the reptilian beast found two of Werdla's fingers in his nose and leaped forward, striking Werdla with his claws. The cat meanwhile, had reared back and looked like it was going to headbutt the Trandoshan. Suddenly, Werdla was attempting to fight off Khrad's strong attacks.

No matter who started it, this was a bad situation all around. As much as he hated close quarters combat, he decided he was out of the way enough to deal with this. Acting quickly, Jarl grabbed the satchel hung around his shoulder and threw it as accurately as he could between the leaping cat and Khrad. Jarl figured it would be a heavy obstacle for a cat. Then, quickly lunging forward, he aimed a low sweeping kick at Khrad's legs as an attempt to knock him over, hoping the kick wouldn't bounce off of the aggressive Trandoshan's ankles.

 

[Ombo]

Ombo heard the chaos behind him and shrugged. He kept walking to his hideout. The crew could solve their internal affairs for now. He just needed food. And sleep. Despite what people think about Selkath, they actually do require sleep. They can't just stay awake all the time, and the recent events had made Ombo do just that.

His force senses tingled a little as he walked away, making him turn his head. Although he was not very well trained in the force, he could still sense it, and there was a pungent "odor" coming from the crew. Knowing that he had met all but the cat recently, he implicated the little furball. He walked back in and saw nothing but chaos. The crew had erupted into a fight in the few seconds that he was gone. He shook his head, wondering why they needed him so badly as to not being able to keep order for more than a few minutes without him.

He waded into the fray, swinging the butt end of his trident around to make room. He accidentally hit someone, but he kept going. He walked over to the cat and picked it up by the scruff of its neck. He held it close to his face and said "What are you?"

 

[Khrad]

[member="Ombo"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] @Furball [member="Jarl Dragett"]

Mow things were getting interesting. The Trandoshan had landed on top of the Mandalorian, teeth knashing and claws slashing. He had managed to score a hit on the woman's shoulder, drawing blood.

Then the little fuzzball he had swatted away started...growling? But a heavy thud silenced the noise. Khrad heard Ombo's trident hit someone, and felt a kick hit his lower leg.

He then, ignoring all of the above, tried to bite off Werdla's nose.

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Jarl Dragett"] [member="Ombo"] [member="Jarl Dragett"] @Werdla Daralab

The cat was stopped midway through it's attack and lifted up by the scruff of it's neck and forced to look into the the face of a selkath. The cat was beyond pissed off now, he was not some lowly animal to picked up for someone's amusement. The darkside began to flood over the cat and massive amounts of energy was thrumming in the air and swarming around the cat. Drawing power the little creature was about to end this once and for all and make sure everyone was pacified. But before he did that the cat looked dead into the eyes of the fish [member="Ombo"] and with a sharp crisp and sophisticated oxford British voice that was telepathically sent to his brain, the cat responded.

"I'm your albatross, child." And with that the cat gave the fish a squirm and plopped down on all fours on the floor. The cat began to suck in air, lots of air.

So the cat began to make a low mrrrrrreewing sound that was a soft rumble at first against his chest. And soon it grew louder and louder building up until it hit one high pitched sound that could be compared to a bomb siren that was designed to travel for miles.

"MREEOOOWWWWW!!!!" The cat screeched with enough force to shatter eardrums. It would certainly get everyone's attention and cause them to stop fighting. After all it was terribly painful.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

"Son of a-!"

The Mando bucked with her hips under [member="Khrad"] as his toothy maw descended towards her face, gnashing away. She managed to lift him just enough that he got only the skin off the tip of her nose. Unfortunately she couldn't really feel anything and as far as she knew her nose might be gone.

Then an unholy noise started from Cabur that began noisy and ended in deafening. She really missed her armour. With her helmet. All protecting her nose and stifling sounds that went past a certain decibel. Hopefully it affected Khrad as well, because the Mando balled up into fetal position with her hands pressed over her ears and her poor head feeling like it might explode.

 

[Ryan]

The Captain sat their stoically with in the utility chair as if it was Emperor Palps Throne. He watched the events unfold before him with great amusement even right up to the point now where the mandalorian beauty was mixing it up with the trandoshan over insults made to a fury fat squirrel. The Morellian from Corellia would take a long gulp of his Spiced Ale, his eyes watching as the two vicious beasts tear into each other. Just as he finished his gulp his ears began to ring in pain as the cat thingy let of a ear piercing something of a something noise.

"Make it stop!" Serg growled in pain as he drew his blaster out from its holster. "Make it stop before I Kill it"

 

[Khrad]

Khrad grabbed his ears as [member="Furfur"] made some infernal noise. The noise hurt, real bad. The Trandoshan rolled off of [member="Werdla Dardalab"] and staggered to his feet. Werdla forgotten, he spat out the bit of blood and skin from the Mandalorian's nose. He was still trying to block out the sound that the damn cat was making. It was torture.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

"Nnnnn!"

The Mando whined, feeling quite frankly rather abused by this point. She could barely hear [member="Serg Leone"] but she got the gist of it all the same. Rolling up and at least onto her knees, the Mando slipped cautiously and swiftly past [member="Tiktok the Cook"] to hide between the Captains legs. It wasn't her quarters, but at least it was familiar. Besides, she was feeling a but too hard done by to worry too much about pride. At least this way if [member="Khrad"] had another go at her, Serg would likely shoot him to protect himself, whereas before it was a toss up who the Captain might side with, if he bothered getting involved at all. Such was life on a pirate vessel.

Dropping her hands from her ears, unwillingly, La held her hands out.

"Cabur!"

[member="Furfur"]

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Jarl Dragett"] @Ombo@Khrad [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Serg Leone"]

The ear shattering mreow went on for at least another second before the large cat heard it's name being called, a loud and crisp "Calbur" that rang in his feline ears. So the fat tabby abruptly stopped the bomb siren loud screech that did it's job of stopping everyone in their tracks. Looking over to his new human the cat skipped along prancing on all fours until he reached La and was almost smiling at her. She was on her hands and knees so Calbur did what any cat would do, he started to rub himself against her thighs and stomach purring as he did so.

Rubbing up and down her the fat tabby cat looked over to the rest of the crew who dared touch her and defy his will and hissed that he was not afraid to do that again and louder. It was the kind of hiss that symbolized they were all his metaphorical bitches now. The cat turned back to La and plopped down by her thighs, closed it's eyes in a lazy and dismissive fashion telling the rest of the crew they were dismissed, then gently began to purr once more demanding cuddles and pets from the woman.

 

[Nej Tane]

[member="Serg Leone"] had come into his work station, and Nej had been hard at work, so he'd been largely ignored for the time being, before Nej's hands fumbled around, resting on a fully functional ion exciter. He smiled and tapped it with his fingers, as if to check it's quality. He smiled at Serg, and was about to speak, but instead found the crew up in arms about...a cat. He sighed, waving away the Captain. He'd made himself comfortable below deck, and even had a small sleeping area. He hadn't spoken to any of the other crew members yet- or even come up for meals. He wasn't hungry. Especially since [member="Tiktok The Cook"] was a god-awful chef and he seriously considered putting a slugthrower round through his skull.


He began to work on the Ion Exciter, smiling. Maybe the ship wouldn't fall apart. Nej just wanted to clean it. It was a disgusting color- and looked like a rotting corpse of a ship. He could fix it, he just needed time- and money. Lots of it.


He sighed.


Yeah. He needed that too.

 

[Jarl Dragett]

As expected, Jarl's kick bounced off of Khrad's leg. Jarl winced and grabbed at it. His kick was decently hard so needless to say, it didn't feel great when it made contact with the Trandoshan's tough scales. Suddenly, Jarl dropped to his knees and threw his hands up to cover his ears. The worst noise Jarl had ever heard in his life suddenly sounded from the cat. This was when Jarl realized. Whatever that thing was, it was not a regular cat.

Suddenly Werdla called the cat and the screaming stopped. As it lavished in her lap, it ferociously hissed at the rest of the crew. Jarl just shook his head. He reminded himself to get on Werdla's good side so perhaps he'd be on the cats' good side too. Rising to his feet, Jarl quickly dusted himself off. He strode over to Serge Leone and extended a red arm as he offered a handshake.

"Hello cap'n! The name is Jarl Dragett. I'm the new hired hand."

[member="Furfur"] @Werdla [member="Khrad"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Ombo"]

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

This was the best cat. THE BEST CAT. Okay, so she might not have a nose, her face was covered in blood, as was her shoulder which was still bleeding pretty heavily and she felt a bit like she might be dying and or dead, and she couldn't actually retreat because [member="Khrad"] was still between her and the way out, but man this cat was cool. Cabur was not only a little scrapper, he was a sound bomb too. Not that she'd ever throw him into the middle of a firefight, but it was good to know that if things went seriously sideways, Cabur could not only look after himself, he could do some serious damage too.

Reeling slightly, La scratched obligingly around his ears and stroked his soft fur. Crooning to him in Mando'a.

"Gar olya mie jate breatade b'amr katdra'ne vod, cay gar olya, ner katdra'ne verd."

Had to wait for either Khrad to leave or make it clear he was done fighting even now that the painful noise was done. Then what? They didn't really have a medic, so she could either go out and try and find a clinic, or she could retreat to her room, hope there was at least one bacta patch left on the ship and patch everything as best as she could herself, again. That would come with the added bonus of being able to curl up in her own bed and sleep until she either felt better or died. Either way, she was putting at least some of her armour on in case that bloody lizard wanted to try for round two.

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Furfur"] [member="Jarl Dragett"] [member="Ombo"] [member="Nej Tane"]

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]

tiktok continued to snarl and his and paw at the ground while ugly ugly held onto the stinky ball of fur. She treated it like he did his musrooms, it was very weird for an ugly to take such care of a stinky. Course this ugly ugly did many bad things incluidng the captain and he doubted that she would listen to his very logical reasoning of why the stink ball of fur was bad, evil. So he did the only logical think he could do, he hiked his leg up and marked his territory all over [member="Werdla Dardalab"]. He would spend at least the next few hours marking everyone and everything to let the cat monster know what was his and not his.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Other than the distressing liquid sound there was silence for a moment before La exploded rising to her feet, Cabur on one.. unsullied shoulder which just happened to be the injured one, the Mando was about two seconds from murder.

"Buirtah'da dir gurtala euk osik ku'lyr, ni malyasa'yr srasada gar buryeja'ye videk bal jigr gar lo a yakatr gar euk calyarnr, gar tuur olya vesar!"

It was probably for the best that most of those present would have no idea what she was saying. The tone and parade ground level of sound communicated most of how she was feeling however.

"I will be in the refresher for the next hour and anyone who even looks at the door DIES!"

It was amazing what sheer disgust and rage could do. To the Nether with [member="Khrad"] and the rest of them, she was not dealing with anything or anyone until she was clean. Juggling the cat, La was already stripping her soaked clothes off as she stomped out of the room, headed for the refresher, where she was planning on using both the sonic shower and the sanisteam until she'd reached acceptable cleanliness levels again. Normally she was military quick, but this was not a normal level of... filth.

[member="Furfur"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Ombo"] [Member="Nej Tane"] [member="Jarl Dragett"]

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Jarl Dragett"] [member="Khrad"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"]


One moment Cabur was being petted and sweet talked in Mando'a and the next, small drops and splashes of ewok urine were being flicked onto his coat. It took every single ounce in the creatures body to not simply rip out of his fur and incinerate the little ewok's soul. So the cat did what any cat would do, it's eyes went wide and in a flash of movement the little guy sent a flurry of scratches at the ewok's face. Most of which would more than likely miss due to him rising up with the woman. But Cabur would destroy his immortal soul later, for now there was business to attend to.

His new human held him tight to her until they both made it to the refresher, she was mostly out of her clothing and the fat cat could not of cared less. She wasn't a very pretty mortal, he had seen deity's that would leave a mortal man weeping over their sheer beauty. Looking at La naked was like looking at a kindergartner's macaroni picture, it was cute but otherwise trash compared to the Mona Lisa. So the cat simply curled up on a rug and let the steam cling to it's coat. The little guy felt at home in the mist and smoke of everything, the haze of steam. However his human needed to live and he had to make sure she wasn't dead.

The cat lifted it's head and audibly sighed a rather intelligent and human sounding expression, getting up on all fours it stretched slowly and raised one of its paws to the woman in the shower.

"Minos." He uttered softly in a rich voice and soon he was in the woman's head, putting up an illusion that everything was completely normal and nothing was going on.

With the roar of both hygiene machines going and the steam blocking any cameras going the cat was free to act as normal. So the cat began to shift and pop changing forms until a seven foot tall smoke demon stood in the bathroom of the Drea's Revenge.

The demon stared at La with it's eyes red and grin plastered on it's hooded face. And he still spoke in that rich sophisticated voice.

"I normally don't do this for mortals, so be thankful. You are mine child of Mandalore, and I require you alive." The demon said with a little grin.

Raising both it's hands it focused in it's will and taking a piece of the force energy that made it's being it took a chunk out of himself and transferred that essence into healing sith magic. Wrapping it around the woman he healed her wounds and stepped forward to look down at her.

"Do not disappoint me." And with that he snapped his fingers and returned to a cat form that was snuggling the rugs on the ground letting the steam wash over him. The cat had a content look on it's resting face and dropped the veil that clouded the woman's mind. When she would come out of the shower she would feel completely rested and rejuvenated.

 

[Ryan]

The high squealed whine had ceased, his ears could recover. The fighting had stopped as well for multiple reasons, one being the squawk of that evil foot punt of a cat and the second being that one of the combatants, [member="Werdla Dardalab"] , was covered in piss of the [member="Tiktok The Cook"] . Was a an crew the captain had seemed to gather, even in time of distress they were unpredictable, and maybe that was the attraction. Or the captain had a death wish, still hasn't been decided upon yet.

He was about to get up and assist La in her bathing needs but sat his ass back down the moment the woman uttered death threats to any that placed eyes upon the refresher's door. Not wanting to risk his life this day Serg thought it best he stay put. that was when the new guy approached, [member="Jarl Dragett"] was his name and was eager to make an impression. The Devorian extended his hand in greetings but the captain did not reciprocated. Instead he holstered his custom DL-44 heavy blaster and his eyes glued upon the gross pungent puddle on the durasteel floor.

"Get a mop bucket and clean that puddle. See your worth" He commanded the new guy before turning to the rest of his crew. "The rest of ya, get the frak out of the engine room. Nej has work to do if we ever wish to get this boat off this moon"

With that, Serg would get up to his feet and limp out of the room and towards the kitchen. He was hungry, even hungry enough to brave one of the chef's captain's specials. "Tik! whip me up some food and make sure it be dead this time........ and cooked!'

[member="Furfur"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Khrad"]

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

La turned the 'shower and 'steamer off with a sigh. While more given to survival situations and explaining to people that you could eat moss and brush your teeth with twigs, there were occasions when being well and truly clean were definitely appreciated. Somehow they almost all came after having to deal with [member="Tiktok the Cook"].. She was feeling much better, the headache and ache in her side were gone, the clawmarks in her shoulder didn't seem to be bleeding anymore and the proper cleaning must have done them good because they actually looked as if they'd had a few days to heal. Ditto her nose was still present and accounted for, so at least that must have been mostly the painkillers.

"Much better."

She commented languidly, reaching down to scratch Cabur's ears. She briefly toweled off the moisture from the steamer before wrapping said towel around her waist. To the Nether with the few clothes that had made it as far as the 'fresher. Someone would pick them up, she wasn't the maid, they could be burned as far as she was concerned.

"I am thinking,"

she said to the cat

"go back to quarters, get into armour and risk that rabid-womprats wrath to go get some real food. Gods only know how long we'll be out in the black this time."

Normally she trusted in her poison resistance to get her through on his cooking, but she was still peeved about the.. incident. They were on a real planet, she was getting real food. Besides, she probably had to buy catfood now right? That seemed like a thing. Actually cat food was probably better than the usual ship fare... Reaching down she picked Cabur up and settled him over her shoulders. That done she left the 'fresher and headed for her quarters.

[member="Furfur"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Narshadaa. Zandra had been here before. Mor times than she could even count. She knew these streets. Knew these people. But then again, it was the same everywhere she went.
After almost three months of traveling with this crew, Calico had not yet returned to Mandalore, and she had not yet found him. Was he truly gone? Had whatever force that had taken half the Tal'verda clan and half the Galaxy, returned her children, but for some reason kept her husband? Corrin and Rawnie were fine. Those two would always be fine. Tough little warriors she had. They had enough of their daddy in them to be sure of that.

Zandra leaned her back on the ship, sucking smoke down her lungs in long drags. Around her thin body, hung Cal's coat, the one he left with her over a decade ago. She crossed her arms in front of her, the cigara hanging loosely from her lips. She knew leaving her kids behind made her the Galaxy's worst mother, but she had work to do and the Clan could take better care of them than she could without Cal. It was only temprary. It was just until they made enough credits that she could retire and be a full time mom. She was out trying to find Cal. She was....
Making excuses. Truth was, she didn't wanna go back. Looking at Corrin hurt. He looked too much like his daddy. And Rawnie made her feel guilt. She'd never really been there for her little snow angel, and she knew the girl had taken after her the most. And Cal... if she went back, she'd be admitting that she'd given up hope. She was never willing to give up hope. If she stayed on Mandalore, her chances of finding Calico were next to zero. But out here? The possibilities were endless.

She pushed herself off from where she was leaning, plucking the smoldering cigara from her lips and flicking it away. The crew didn't get it. There was more to this for her than just credits. This was her last chance. If she didn't have this, then she'd probably have thrown herself from the highest building on Coruscant. Yeah. That was what it had come to now. Things were easiest before Cal. She slept around, never got attached, moved with the wind. And then he showed up. Ruined it all. And now she couldn't go back. Even if Calico was dead, he'd still own her body and soul.

She dug her hands deep in the coat pockets, fiddling with the holes inside as she walked away. The city. Maybe she could find him in the city...

 

[Dani Ticon]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]

Cabur lay on the Mando's shoulders like a baby who really just didn't give a fuck. Hanging limply the fat cat sat atop her shoulders, paws just dangling in the wind. It was a rather uncomfortable ride since La had the boney shoulders of a teenaged girl that jabbed him in the ribs every time that she took a step forward. But luckily he was a demon and didn't really feel things like physical pain in the sense of being uncomfortable. They were all mortal feelings that he himself did not white really grasp to the fullest ability. He was a creature that was born from the force after all.

The cat let out a meow and licked at La's face a few times with it's rough tongue, the kitty purred once before they arrived at her chambers. The door opened and the cat jumped from her shoulders and onto the floor. Once hitting the ground on all fours, which cats are natural experts at, he ran over messy clothes scattered everywhere and onto the foot of his new bed.

Laying there he cuddled up and closed his eyes for a quick cat nap while La changed into her stupid mortal armor, or whatever mortals did when they were alone.

 

[Khrad]

Khrad slinked away from the engine room, heading off to his quarters. His ears hurt, still ringing from that damn @Furball. Maybe he could convince [member="Tiktok The Cook"] to try and cook it. Of course, the lizard was still in a bad mood because of this, and he would hiss at any crew member who looked at him wrong. He still wanted to put [member="Werdla Dardalab"] in her place, but [member="Serg Leone"] had basically forbid him from killing any crew, even just a little. He needed a drink.

Maybe he should hit up a bar. Or two.