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Post by dakota on Feb 25, 2012 7:11:20 GMT -5
The PFC that was serving as clerk in the base store watched the cats with combination of amusement and suprise, but he didn't say anything. There was no one else in the building.
[Sam]
Shep approached, his right eye swelled and beginning to blacken, and offered a salute, " Sirs, Ma'am." He was a bit sheepish, his body language clearly admitting he'd done something he now regretted
Thomas sighed and looked at Shep," Tank?"
"Yep"
Norrin sighed again and then looked at Sam, " I better go check on my squad. I'd like to see you later though, Captain."
Shep couldn't help a smirk as Thomas left," Why doesn't he just give you a kiss goodbye? You two are like a pair of goofy teens.
That made Tim chuckle slightly too.
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Post by Tori on Feb 25, 2012 11:19:14 GMT -5
"Course, we know a good guy when we see one!" Like a curious stray, Tori bounded over to the store clerk, gave him a nuzzle, and looked up at him. "We's just like yer house tabby, only we can take down a minion barge. Thanks for the help, buddy!"
At that, she bounded away, as a cat was always capricious, and returned to her new clowder. "Let's get oscar mike and meet Sam and Shep back at the squad bay." She grabbed her packages, not burdened at all despite her small size, and headed back into the camp towards their unit.
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Post by Janxi on Feb 25, 2012 18:56:56 GMT -5
Janxi giggled at Tori's antics and headed for the door. "Tacky, we ain't talked about this, but I need to know. Do ya like country music?"
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Post by Takota on Feb 25, 2012 22:12:18 GMT -5
After waiting his turn to pay for his items Takota stands at the counter for a bit just hanging back. He smiles upon seeing Tori's actions but says, "If he was a good guy he'd have a toy mouse for you to play with." He grins at the clerk showing that he is just joking. The PFC has been amiable so far.
Hearing Janxi's question the leopard gives a one shoulder shrug. "Can't say that I like it or not really. I've heard a little bit of it. Some I liked and some I didn't." he replies.
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Post by Tori on Feb 26, 2012 0:33:52 GMT -5
"Hold up!" The little cat leading the two larger threw her right paw out to halt them both, and turned to Takota with narrow eyes.
"What have yew heard dat ya-like? An' whaddya not like? Do yew like Johnny Cash?" Her eyes locked on Takota's as if an inquisition. This was obviously a very major issue for a Lone Star shagcat.
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Post by dakota on Feb 26, 2012 8:02:06 GMT -5
The PFC clerk just shook his head. " Sorry,we only had dog boys before I shipped in, so only heard of you Kill cats by reputation. Then to hear there's four of you here is pretty cool. Well, three if it was one of you that ripped up those two Juicers they brought in an hour ago. Heard it had striped armor when it ran from the extraction door gunners though. Ripped the harness right outta them. Are all of you cats killers like that?"
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Post by Tori on Feb 26, 2012 11:35:21 GMT -5
Tori listened to the clerk, suddenly rapt with attention. Her ears perked. "Naw there's juss thr... Wait, a fourth? An took down juicers?"
She looked a little spooked, well a lot spooked, when she heard about the juicers. "Uh, Janxi? I think yer Mama's made it down to Florida."
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Post by Janxi on Feb 26, 2012 12:37:55 GMT -5
"Golden lioness? Face all scarred up? Bout 11 years old?" Janxi asked. Her body language was suddenly devoid of play and flirtation. Her voice was cold and fearful.
She turned to look directly at the clerk. Her green eyes locking on him like a target. "'Bout 7-and-a-half feet tall? 570 pounds of muscle and hate? Speaks Demongogueian to scare the piss out of her victims? I reckon tha'd be tha Army Kill-Cat Yolanda outta tha Plains.
"We'd better find Sam. Now."
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Post by Tori on Feb 26, 2012 16:26:53 GMT -5
"Takota?" Tori pulled the leopard aside. She figured Janxi could hear, but didn't want to go talking family business too publicly. "Yew ever hear of the Arkansas Raksasha? Texarkana Maneater? The Ozark Ghost Lion or the Great Plains Demon Cat?"
She let him search to see if he knew.
"Janxi's mother... Her pride of lionesses was assigned to the Newtown War. Well, her sisters got smoked by juicers. But Yolanda survived. She lost her comms, so she went feral. The cat hunted juicers exclusively, out uva sense of revenge, while dey fought in tha uprising, an' ran up to Tolkien. She tortured an' stalked them like a housecat wif a mouse. She'd leave one wounded to slow his team, then ambush em all when their supplies were gone. Wait at waterin' holes and pounce, and take them if they went off on their own, like a maneatin' lion.
"She lived to terrorize, to be her sisters' revenge, and of all kill-cats, has the highest body count EVER. Almost all are juicers, and a few headhunters running with juicers. Her stalk took her into a killcat jaguar sniper's range, and they mated. That was Janx's pop Boris. Well, they hunted as a mated pair, but them dope apes got Boris. Yolanda now had her pride to avenge, and her mate.
"And she had two cubs in her... She swore her cubs, Janxi and her brother Rampa, would be a scourge on all juicers. She kept hunting, and killing, leaving bodies dismembered, tore their harnesses out of their dying bodies, and smashed them. Mutilated them, but she never ate their flesh to avoid poisoning her cubs. She left bodies rotting, for all to see. A warning to juicers everywhere that Hell was actively stalking them for trophies.
"Then one day, a group of juicers nearly overpowered Yolanda. An' she survived only cuz she was a cat, and could stalk better than any ape, drugs er not. She did what any mama cat would do, found a safe place to nest. It was a CS firebase in Iowa.
"They 'ressted her fer dessertin', but found out she killed more juicers than most companies of commandos, and only reverted to her feral nature when there wadn't nothin' else to do. Then she had Janx, and her brother Rampa, trained them herself to hate juicers, and be some sick-ass warriors. She gave her cubs to tha service, and then she returned to the wild, to hunt and kill every juicer she came across, and anyone that would dare call one one friend..."
Tori's voice had a reverence like she was talking about a near god, for to many shagcats in the know, Yolanda of Pride 9 was a legend. A free spirit that held true to her own purpose, and let no human call himself master over her.
"Janx and her brother tolerate CS juicers barely. Yolanda does not. I dunno how they got her down here, or if it was Rampa and they pushed him too far, but this is a family thing, Takota. Yer in our pride now, so we're all together on this, hooya?"
She looked at Janxi, knowing she was close to sick. "We always knew it could be Yolanda er Dilly we came across. Whatever happens, I'm wif yew. Let's find Six."
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Post by dakota on Feb 27, 2012 4:32:40 GMT -5
The PFC shook his head," I dunno, maybe you can find the Skyhawk crew that did the retreival, but the story I heard it was a tiger, not a lion, that tore those juicers up. And they called the cat a he, but no offense, unless I was close, I wouldn't know the difference."
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Post by Tori on Feb 27, 2012 11:02:16 GMT -5
Tori looked a little sheepish. She was an a-cup, but still had something that a male would recognize as boobs. She looked down at her modest protrusions, then over at Janxi's D-Cupped chest, and back at the PFC. "How dew ya tell a human male from a female at a distance, if ya don't recognize boobs when ya see 'em?"
Tori was a bit dumbfounded. Janxi and her family were the only notorious juicer haters she knew of. A rogue tiger was not a happy thought, but a more appealing prospect than being forced to hunt family. He would likely be bad news for all cats.
"Lemmie guess, he's still out there?"
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Post by Mierin on Feb 27, 2012 12:58:00 GMT -5
Sam just shakes her head at Shep, refusing to rise to the bait. "Never mind that." she says shaprly as she nods to Norrin before he leaves and replies. "I'll see you later." Turning back to Shep, Sam asks "What the hell do you think you're doing? We just got here and you're trying to get yourself thrown into the brig?"
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Post by Takota on Feb 27, 2012 20:41:16 GMT -5
"Hold up!" The little cat leading the two larger threw her right paw out to halt them both, and turned to Takota with narrow eyes. "What have yew heard dat ya-like? An' whaddya not like? Do yew like Johnny Cash?" Her eyes locked on Takota's as if an inquisition. This was obviously a very major issue for a Lone Star shagcat. "I really can't say what I like and don't like since I have only heard a little bit of it. It was not bad but not really my kind of thing. As for Johnny Cash, never met 'im so can't say that I like him or not." Takota replies in response to the smaller cats question. "What I prefer to hear is music rather than to hear someone singing though if that answers your question better." When she asks him about hearing of a killcat that hunted juicers he shakes his head slowly then listens to the story she has to tell. From his understanding they have nothing to worry about since nobody in the unit is a juicer and none of them even associate with the druggies but he withholds his thoughts figuring they know something he does not about the situation. |
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Post by Janxi on Feb 27, 2012 21:23:03 GMT -5
The big cat blushed under her fur as Tori told her mother's story with such reverence. She had no idea her mother's story had made such an impression on Tori, and apparently other cats. The thought of facing off with her was too horrible to contemplate.
Janxi looked up, and the tip of her tail twitched in relief. She would not be forced to hunt her mother or brother. "If he ain't family and we ain't juicers, than he ain't our problem."
She giggled at her partner's observation about differences in anatomy. "Yeah T. Guess this trooper's dad didn't give him the talk. Look around this here shop for some magazines like Playboy er somfin!"
Feeling at ease again, she wandered out with the other cats. "Johnny Cash been dead a long time. On our LURPs back in Lone Star, Tori and I snuck into a travlin' show that showed movies. We saw a bunch of old pre-Rifts stuff. One was 'bout Johnny Cash. He played shows while doin' time in prison. That's Tori's guy.
"My guy's Willie Nelson. He's dead too. Them two and their gang wrote all the songs about badasses, whiskey drinkin, card playin', fightin' an' breakin hearts. Every one in their gang carried pistols and would shoot at tha drop of a hat. They was called 'The Outlaws' cuz they was all robbers and bandits." Janxi spoke authoritatively on the subject.
"How's that one go, Tori? Aww yeah...
"My daddy left home when I was three,
And he didn't leave much to ma and me.
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.'
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke,
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red,
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.'"
She sang as she walked back to the squad bay, heart free of a brief burden.
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Post by Tori on Feb 28, 2012 0:32:23 GMT -5
"Yeah Duff, a bullet dodged..." Tori followed her big partner out of the store and stuffed her cheek full of catnip. She sighed twice, and thought ahead to her one bourbon, one scotch and one beer.
Tori's little fangs soon showed themselves in a fangy smile as Janxi sang.
"Yeah I reckon I know THAT one...
"Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars,
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars,
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
"Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July,
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.'
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: 'My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!'
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