Sullust: Just Dropped By With Brownies

[Ashin Varanin]

[SIZE=11pt]SULLUST BASE[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Volcanic wind screeched along the mountains with a payload of ash. If snow fell here, it was tainted, gritty, and transient. Five percent of a hidden complex protruded through scorched rock - a shield generator, assorted weapons, the aperture of a fighter bay. Ash flakes whirled around those GADF unfortunates who operated the defenses in masked and sealed gear. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On any other world you’d have called today’s chill unseasonable. On Sullust, near noon and the equator, you might have to go with portentous. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Five years undercover in the highest echelons of Naboo strategic intelligence as a trusted contractor for the GADF had left Ashin informed about this and that. Today, ‘this’ boiled down to the location of Sullust Base, a complex embedded in a nondescript mountain range. Its exact function these days was unknown to her. In the early years of the Alliance, it had been crucial. Perhaps it still was. Either way, not the kind of place to mess with. Sullust as a whole, the capital of the Alliance, boasted protection that few other worlds could match, including a FLEETCOM station if she remembered right. That, and perhaps the most notable, capable Jedi temple still extant. To get to Sullust safely from First Order space required time, plenty of it. A high-end stealth ship, Sekairo-class or equivalent; a hyperspace route that blended with civilian traffic but reverted far outsystem, to beat FTL monitoring and reversion sensors; a very careful approach; all manner of Force techniques to keep Jedi from picking her up in vision or specific premonition. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She had time for none of that. Fortunately, what she had was anger. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Very recently, she’d faced her nemesis Silara Varis at the Battle of Indellian, on the Ison Corridor. The GADF had jammed and sliced and shot up her civilian science vessel, S.S. Shambhala, which had only barely escaped to its home berth - New Habat University on Varunda Nine. Then, once she’d brought her crew and passengers home safely, she’d gone to check in with her de facto apprentice, [member="Irajah Ven"]. The doctor had been on Bespin, so far as she could determine: Cloud City. Ashin’s sources in the area were rusty but decent. Irajah Ven was unaccounted for and unreachable, and in a war zone that meant only a handful of things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Over the course of their visits, shared refreshments and so forth, Ashin had placed a drop of her blood in Irajah’s drink. Perhaps that cup of hot tea had burned a little more than normal. A Nightsister blood trail had its uses, and Ashin had marked friends and family like that for decades. When she focused on Irajah and that trail, she got a sense of direction on an interstellar scale. Minimal to moderate effort, basic triangulation, pointed her to somewhere...else. Not Sullust, so far as Ashin could detect, but then again she’d long ago traded sensitivity for power. Shouting rather than hearing a whisper, as Luke Skywalker was reputed to say. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A visit to a proper nexus would certainly give Ashin more detail, but interstellar travel times weren’t compatible with the urgency of the situation. There was every reason to suppose that the incommunicado Doctor Ven had been taken prisoner during the battle. Released by now? Possible, but unlikely. Even someone as decidedly harmless as Irajah - unless you happened to be a Zambrano - would merit containment, processing, and evaluation. Baroness of the First Order, estate on Dosuun, Force adept...the Alliance had plenty of reasons to keep her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Thus far, they had no reason to let her go.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]Reality tore. Deformed. In orbital overwatch, crystal gravfield traps went mad with spacetime noise. On the slope outside Sullust Base, between huge cannons and blast doors, the mountainside shivered. A vertical ring of ash-cloud took form, like some ancient Grandmaster was blowing smoke rings. In the ring’s heart, small rocks rose from the scree-fields and bare stone. The wind howled in earnest now, first one way and then another. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A middle-aged brunette in plain clothes, unarmed except for a simple lightsaber at her belt, hit the slope and fell to one knee. The distortion began to collapse behind her; the wind caught the ring and swept it to nothing; the stones rattled to a halt.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]She stood and adjusted her breath mask, looking around the mountainside. Cannons, generator, bunker doors: she’d hit her mark. Not too surprising, considering she’d been modestly familiar with the area, but she hadn’t used a true Force Storm for transportation in a lifetime. Maybe retirement hadn’t left her as rusty as she’d feared.[/SIZE]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Not too far behind the middle-aged brunette, an orange and white cat emerged. This place was new and all the sensations hit her at once, they were overwhelming. Good kitties always help Ria thought, this place smells weird, worse than the time one of the Royal Cooks tried to make me some fancy pate. After a moment she adjusted to Sullust, and formed her telepathic link with Ashin, we're looking for a doctor? What does the Alliance want with an Imperial doctor? Don't they have their own medical professionals? Or is she a vet? If she's a veterinarian then they keep her! That last one ruffled my fur and poked me in places I don't wanna talk about. She trotted after her owner, master, hoomin - although that last one felt weird to say. White maw, and paws stood out against the orange fur. The cat had her own breathing mask, and even cloth armor to keep her well as they traversed the mountainside.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Storms weren't unheard of, but they were extremely uncommon with regards to this level of severity. As [member="Ashin Varanin"] stepped out into the proverbial fire, it took only a handful of seconds before heavily booted feet could be heard moving into position. Intruders were unheard of, but they drilled relentlessly for the inevitable battle that would, one day, take place here. No prison was truly secure, no matter how many walls or bars you put into place.

No bulkhead door would stop the inevitable, should it come to pass.

Which was why the next best thing to a bulkhead door was presently walking it's way towards Ashin and her companion. Like a metal tide, powder blue armored warriors took up positions around the intruder - and her cat. The patrol was equipped with bolters, and their positions were taken up in such a way that even if they missed, they'd not hit a companion.

"Halt." Came a barking, static-laced voice from the breath-grille of a red helmeted soldier.

"Leave them be." Rumbles a voice as deep as the footfalls approaching them all from behind. Without a helmet, the black hair and tired green eyes of Sarge's erstwhile companion Captain Hastings scanned the group. The bolters weren't lowered, despite his words, and he seemed fine with that.

Ashin was, no doubt, aware of the tank-suit that Sarge had worn in freeing Cira, and it seemed Hastings was wearing a similar variant upon his own body, a crackling pilot-light dangling from the end of the flamethrower held tight in his right gauntlet. "You shouldn't be here, Ashin." He says, knowing full well who he was speaking to. All of this - the armor, the weapons, the terse orders; it all reeked of Sarge, a fact backed up by the Omega symbol emblazoned on the pauldrons of the patrol.

"We both know that if the Warden comes down here, this won't end well."

[member="Ria Misrani"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ria Misrani"]

Sullust Base

She was sleeping when it happened. The sudden storm that rang out so deep in the force, it jolted her awake. She was not even that attuned to it, but the violence, the rage. The pure anger washed over he area like a wave. What as to become of the base? None of it boded well.

The young Jedi Sentinel swung her legs over the edge of the cot, and grabbed the bunk above to catapult herself out of it. She rubbed her eyes hard and snatched her robes from where they were hung on the corner of her dingy metal chair. Sullust was a dump, but she had come here to learn.

Clipping her sapphire saber on she walked the halls, towards the entrance. Maybe a glimpse outside would do her better. It was too cramped in here. As she made her way there she passed sullen troopers, with their head hung, and faces blotchy from where the mask did not cover. She rubbed her leg and ribs. They were still sore, from facing Drios and the Lizard Causstik.

Something told her she might face something even more terrible today.

But will I survive this one as I have the last?​

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Jade Whisperwind"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ria Misrani"]

A true Force Storm required about as serious an exertion as humanly possible. Skilled in shields though Ashin was, that much heavy bolter fire would be a genuine problem. She knelt and scratched Ria behind the ears as the sergeant made his point.

“I came as a courtesy,” she said evenly, which was half true. “On two matters. I believe the Alliance took a friend of mine prisoner at Cloud City, an innocent civilian with political connections. I want her released immediately. I also have information about Sith infiltration of the Alliance. If your Warden is who I think he is, he's no enemy of mine. And avoiding enmity is why I'm here.”

 

[Ria Misrani]

Why are they wearing helmets? Are their faces that ugly? Ria asked she was sure her mental bombardments were only an annoyance now, the cat looked up at her hoomin and then down - er up at the heavily armored fella. The feline positioned her body to jump, leaping atop of [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Ashin[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px] Varanin]'s shoulder. Cautiously she leaned out to sniff the air, her whiskers fed her additional information as well. [COLOR=#ffa500][I]Listen, I know cats have nine lives but I'm pretty sure me shedding on Spencer's robes cost me at least two of them.[/I][/COLOR] Not that Ria wasn't familiar with staring death in the face, [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Atrisia[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px] proved that one as did Demonsgate, Hoth, and [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Thiss[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]- This- [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Thissippi[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]- whatever where there Sith and somehow she managed to survive that. [COLOR=#ffa500][I]Hey if I die again, can I come back as a corgi? Everyone loves those stupid things, and I can be cute and dumb... well er - don't respond to [/I][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][I][COLOR=#ffa500][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]that[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/I][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][COLOR=#ffa500] .[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][COLOR=#ffa500] [/COLOR]She readjusted her body, perched on [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Ashin's[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px] shoulders rather comfortably. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Her eyes made note of the Omega symbol. She'd seen them before, not sure where and there wasn't a lot the cat could do about the situation. [COLOR=#ffa500][I]Should've come back as a friggin' [/I][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][I][COLOR=#ffa500][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]doberman[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][COLOR=#ffa500], or a [/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#ffa500][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]grey[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/I][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][COLOR=#ffa500][I] cat so I can blend in easier than orange. Where's a busty redhead when you need one?[/I][/COLOR] And then she thought about her old friend Gigi who oddly enough looked a lot like this one other lady that Ria had seen before. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[CENTER][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px][member="Jade Whisperwind"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"][/CENTER]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Though their weapons remained locked fully on the former Empress, and Hastings lazily kept his flamethrower in a position to wash her over with plasma-fueled rage, there was no overtly violent move from anyone. Inside their armor, the soldiers scarcely seemed to even be breathing, and it was only the tired look to the Captain's eyes that said he was resigned to an inevitability only he could see.

Perhaps Ashin saw it, too, but the records Sarge kept on her suggested she was either here with a full battleplan that was yet to come to fruition... or she was sticking her neck out too far.

"Hubris." He says flatly, to no one in particular, vocalizing his determination of her planning.

"The only courtesy here, Ashin, is that we haven't opened fire on you." His voice was as resigned as the cast of his face suggested he was, mentally. "The name of your prisoner, but I warn you," he sighs, "just because he won't come down here an enemy doesn't mean he'll show up a friend."

You of all individuals should know that."

[member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Jade Whisperwind"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

[member="Ria Misrani"]'s patter washed through the back of her mind, but she kept her focus on the man with the flamethrower.

"You saw how I arrived." Ashin gestured at the broken ground as she stood. "That could have been Sullust Base. I spent the past, oh, five years embedded in your upper echelons; I could have broken the Alliance with ease, suborned it, drained it dry, turned it against itself. None of those things happened, and I would prefer to keep making that choice. As for hubris - what's the worst you or he could do to me? Kill me? I've died. Imprison me? I enjoy solitude. Torture me? You don't have the spine. Destroy my spirit? Off I'd go to become part of the Force, and every time you feel anger take hold, you'd hear my laugh in the back of your mind."

She laced her fingers behind her neck in a parody of vulnerability.

"I'm perfectly comfortable with all eventualities. Call that foolishness if you wish. Give me Doctor Irajah Ven, Sergeant, if it's within your power to do. If it's not, find me someone who can."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

There was a lengthy pause, and then there was the barest hint of a snort from Hastings. "He was right about you." It's not a condemnation, merely an observation. One thickly metaled finger rose up to his ear, and he subvocalized something to, presumably, the Warden. He nodded, slow, and then sniffed at the air.

"He's taking it up the chain, though we both know you shouldn't get your hopes up."

A good ol' fashioned Trandoshan standoff, it seemed.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

At the moment they exchanged venomous pleasantries she exited the entrance and pulled up beside Sarge. Despite the weapons trained on the newcomer, she knew it was terse situation. Her eyes recognized her instantly, from the Archives on Voss. Ashin Varanin, formerly many different folks. Though that last little insight was courtesy of her estranged sister Seraya, whom had contacts keeping tab on her in the Underground.

"Master Varinin, Master Potteiger. Is there an issue?" She asked. Her tone was flat and as she asked she folded her hands into her sleeves, obtaining a neutral posture.

 

[Ria Misrani]

And here I thought you were the Queen of Naboo . Ria turned her attention away from the conversation, busying herself by cleaning her paws. Eck this dirt is gross, bleh you'd think they'd clean the floors around here. Do all your Omega types sound so cranky or is it just the buckethead? Wike weally, we standing out- eck. The cat used her now wet paw to clean the back of her ear and then at some point turned to nibble at her own fur. She noticed the wormhole was still there. Orange and white furball known as Mittens as indicated by her tag moved from one shoulder to the other and moved to sniff at the air. It still smelled weird, you sure this lady isn't some sorta veterinarian?

Ria had two options stay and see what buckethead does, or get down and as she looked back at the wormhole she decided to stay for the moment. This place have a laundry chute or something? And do I smell roasted Bantha? The small feline form stretched out and sniffed at the air again its eyes fell to the armored human and studied it. Then she hissed and let out a small growl, I can always knock him on arse bet he echoes when he hits bottom too. Another growl and a low hiss with her tail up in the air. When the Jedi arrived, it didn't help Ria any and her growl grew louder as the cat continued to feel threatened not just for herself but also her hoomin.

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Jade Whisperwind"]

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Doctor Alura Omen stepped through the halls of the Galactic Allience Sullust base. She was busy writing notes onto her datapad. One bad thing about Sullust was the amount of fire, it was very volcanic. It was surprising how many times Alura had people sent to her office to treat injuries caused by the lava. She'd expect people to use caution around lava due to the fact they have the possibility of earning third degree burns but it was clear that that was not the case. She was just going to take a break after temporarily healing a soldier's third degree burns. She was simply putting down some last minute notes about his condition.

As Alura walked past the entrance of the building, she noticed several people speaking to a mysterious woman. There were several people surrounding her, giving indication she may not be someone you should mess with. Doctor Omen felt she shouldn't interfere so she simply stood aside. She was clueless as to what was happening but she knew it was important. She watched the scene from where she was in order of finding out who this woman may be.

As Alura watched, she noticed a small cat closer in the seen and was immediately distracted. She stepped closer to the mysterious woman and those speaking to her in order to get a closer look at the cat. What was a cat doing in a place like this? Once she was close, Doctor Omen looked at the cat and slightly reached out her hand for the cat to sniff. Even though she was distracted by the cat, she was still listening to the scene in front of her. She was still curious about whom this mysterious woman may be.

[member="Ria Misrani"] | [member="Jade Whisperwind"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Ria was already agitated by the situation, her posture - her hisses and growls certainly alerted those of her feelings. A stray hand neared her and she did exactly what a cat on the defense would do. Scratch and then, "raaoow." The sound of the cat's growl once more made to be heard. Friggin lekkus these people. The small cat moved away from the hand and walked back to her original perch, pawing across @Ashin Varanin's back once again. Still smell roasted Bantha somewhere, think this place has rats? Her eyes got a look at the base, and then surveyed the mountainside. Her tail was motionless in the air. The fluffball was still very much on the edge, ready to strike again if another strange hand came near her. These people remind me of the groomers always stickin' their hands out.

[member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Doctor Alura Omen"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Jade Whisperwind"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer was usually slow when it came to things such as this. As the storm finished and began to finally close, the Force Master stumbled out and appeared near her partner. Hands dusted at her clothing and she unlike her partner didn’t arrive with the power. Spencer hated travel by force storm, it was tedious and took a of effort, but here she was.

Tension hung in the area, space marines surrounded them now and a familiar Sarge was there and a Jedi master with a doctor she didn’t recognize. The Force master drew no weapons, but remained close. Her eyes quickly focused on the small orange tabby and she snorted. Looking towards the Doctor who had tried to reach out for her, Spencer remarked in a matter of fact sort of tone. “She doesn’t like to be touched.” It was all she spoke for now, they were here and Ashin was leading this entire matter. If Spencer spoke it could jeopardize things.

She avoided trying to calm the area, it could be a sign of aggression. Instead, she centered her own self being and did her best to remain calm herself. Looking towards Ashin, she read the woman and waited for the course of action.

[member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Doctor Alura Omen"] [member="Jade Whisperwind"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

The orange fluffball just about flew into the air about five feet upon hearing Spencer's voice. I swear to the Force I didn't shed on anything, okay maybe that one time yesterday, and that the time with the blankets and the towels were so warm, soooo warm. The startled feline landed on Ashin's shoulder and dug her claws in for safe measure before remembering where she was. Her custom made collar as slim as it was held a singular tag that read Mittens, and on the back Royal Cat of Queen Spencer. Unleashing her claws sorry, sorry, sorry not that Ashin wasn't already used to these kinds of claw marks, only Ria was certain the typical claw marks didn't draw blood. The tabby turned in Spencer's direction, she looked at the distance between the two and decided to make the jump. It wasn't everyday Ria willingly jumped to Spencer, but today she'd make the exception. I thought we were supposed to be jail breakin' some hoomin doctor. I can still knock Mr. Buckethead on his arse, think they'd notice if I did a crazy cat flip and darted for the doors, also you scared the kitty litter outta me, Spencer.

[member="Spencer [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Varanin"] | [member="Ashin [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='lucida sans unicode'][SIZE=14px]Varanin"]​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

I should be resting in a nice, comfortable bacta tank right about now.

Those were the first thoughts of any coherence that ran through Damian's mind as the comm blast came in during the middle of what was his night, as the Alliance agent's wounded body was still adjusting to Sullustan standard. Gingerly lifting his healing left arm back into its sling, he grasped a hold of the temporary walking cane as he struggled out of his bed and into a more or less upright position. To most, the sensation of a recuperative cycle suspended within the miracle substance was the definition of bliss, but while Deacon of course found himself susceptible as anyone to the natural calming properties of bacta, mentally he had always felt too exposed to stay in there any longer than was absolutely necessary.

And so, here he was back on limited duties, and apparently the only one on the entire karking planet capable of handling whatever problem lie on the end of this incoming call, or so help the person who had placed it.

"Speak," he said simply, when he had finally reached the buzzing device and activated it.

He listened.

"The First Order better be at our fething gates, otherwise leave me the hell alone," he grunted, cutting the other person off, and then paused as he listened some more, "Really. No dren?"

Sighing heavily, he began limping over to the small suite's closet to begin dressing properly.

"I'll be there inside of an hour. Give me the name," snatching up a spare datapad as he went, he had to juggle the device and his cane in his one good hand while he copied the transmission down, "Who the kark is Irayjuh Ven?"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Jade Whisperwind"] [member="Doctor Alura Omen"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]

Ashin smiled faintly. “I suppose you're right about the reliability of hope, Sergeant. That's the problem with retirement. Nobody takes you seriously anymore.”

Her flat gaze tracked to the unfamiliar girl, the Padawan or young Knight who'd called her by name. “Thank you, but I'm already being served.”

She ignored the Togruta’s attempt to pet Ria, but the cat’s hissing counterstrike prompted a more genuine smile. Her focus stayed on the men with the heavy bolters.

Right up until her wife plopped out of the collapsing wormhole, anyway. Ashin stiffened and took a deep breath. Half a step put her between Spencer and most of the Alliance soldiers, and a faint blur clung to her skin: a serious shield.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Deacon"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Spencer Varanin"] [member="Doctor Alura Omen"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Yep. Things were definitely heating up now. Ashin was a legend in her own right. But Spencer? The woman was hardly seen, much less the two of them together. Yes this was real juicy. Then there was the doctor, the Cat and Sarge.

"Feth that cat is super annoying."

She glared at Ria.

"What's up furball."

All caution was gone now. She was just waiting for the inevitable spark. Two lovers, or so the rumors went. An old friend. A Doctor she hardly knew. And a real annoying cat. Her mind began to focus on the cold hilt at her side. If things went bad she reckoned she'd go for the cat first.

Karking Furball​

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Unfortunately, or, perhaps, fortunately, for all involved, Sarge wasn't there. He was on base, he just wasn't at the situation just then. [member="Jade Whisperwind"] got her response from Captain Hastings, who was presently leveling a flamethrower at both [member="Ashin Varanin"] and [member="Spencer Varanin"], who'd apparently come to join him. "The Warden isn't here."

"Great, the wife showed up, too." Judging by his voice, Hastings was talking to Sarge.

Still, the fact that they presently had two powerful Force Users - both of whom shouldn't be there - standing out in the open, caused more OmegaPyre soldiers to show up. One squad turned to two, and before long, three, and behind them all came a Dreadwalker.

Ashin had last run into one of these while Sarge had been testing it on Hoth, and the barrels of it's assault cannon whined menacingly as the pilot gave it a test spool on his way over. It was a lot of guns - overkill, by anyone's standards.

But this was an important base, and Ashin and her wife were a known quantity when it came to levels of danger. Hastings spoke up once more as the soldiers took up the necessary positions. "Anyone else you want to dump out of that hole?"

 

[Doctor Alura Omen]

Alura swiftly moved her hand away when the cat struck. She took a deep breath, trying to hold in the pain and then glared at the cat. That was rude of her... Or him. She didn't know but didn't care much to check. She thought the cat was incredibly no matter the gender. Alura started regretting putting her hand out. She should have known the cat would scratch her. Cats are usually prone to do things like that. Doctor Omen got back up from the floor and stood next to the person who gave her a comment ([member="Spencer Varanin"]) on her attempts at petting the cat.

"I can tell..." She said nonchalantly to her "Pardon me, ma'am? Do you know who the woman who entered the base?" She said to her, referring to [member="Ashin Varanin"]

[member="Ria Misrani"] | [member="Jade Whisperwind"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Deacon"]