The mess hall of the Hegh'ta, though compact, felt surprisingly bright. Viewports, currently open to the star-dusted black, offered glimpses of the void beyond. Thomas sat at a small, circular table, a steaming plate of synthesized omelet before him. He ate mechanically, his thoughts still tangled with the faces of the lost crew and the grim knowledge of the kidnapped younglings. But a different kind of distraction was tugging at his attention – T'Liana.
Across from him, M'Sara was already halfway through a stack of synthesized pancakes, her cobalt blue eyes sparkling with enjoyment. She wore simple, dark shorts and nothing else, her melanistic fur a sleek, shadowy contrast to the pale walls of the mess hall. Her lithe, muscular form was relaxed, a rare moment of peace after the chaos of the last few days. Thomas and M'Sara had just been talking about Elara, remembering how cheerful she was to do any task they gave her.
T'Liana sat beside M'Sara, a small bowl of what looked like dried fish and nutrient paste before her – a typical Katzen breakfast. She was also dressed in standard off-duty shorts, her russet coat with rosettes visible against the fabric. But something was different. Usually brimming with quiet energy, she was unusually subdued, her gaze flitting between Thomas and the floor. She'd been subtly mirroring his movements since they'd entered the mess hall, a habit he'd noticed but hadn't consciously registered until now.
"T'Liana," he said softly, setting his fork down. "You've been... different lately. Is everything okay?"
Her ears flattened against her head as she fumbled for words. Her tail flicked nervously behind her, and she avoided his gaze, staring instead at the table. "Different?" she asked, her voice low and accented. "I not… know."
Thomas leaned forward slightly, his expression earnest. "You don't have to explain if you don't want to," he said quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "But I just... I care about you both, and I wanted to check in."
T'Liana's ears twitched, the tufted tips flattening against her skull for a fraction of a second before she forced them upright. Her claws, usually sheathed, flickered visible at the ends of her fingers. "I… curious," she said, the English word clumsy on her tongue. She hesitated, her amber eyes locking onto his. "You… first human. You… saved. You… M'Sara." Her voice dropped, the last part almost a growl, and she fell silent, her paw hovering uncertainly above the table.
T'Liana's amber eyes met his again, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something unreadable in them—perhaps gratitude or uncertainty. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead, she reached across the table with one paw, her claws retracting as she placed her hand-paw on his chest.
Thomas froze, his breath catching slightly at the unexpected contact. T'Liana's touch was warm and reassuring, her fur soft against his shirt, her paw pads warm. Her ears twitched again, and she looked up at him with a mixture of shyness and determination in her eyes.
M'Sara watched the exchange with raised eyebrows, her pancakes half-forgotten on her plate. She glanced between Thomas and T'Liana, her cobalt blue eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read the unspoken words between them. Finally, she let out a soft sigh and took a bite of her pancakes, her expression unreadable.
M'Sara placed a paw on T'Liana's forearm, her voice soft in Katzen. "Breathe. Slowly."
The younger marine exhaled, then spoke rapidly in her native tongue, her words a flurry of syllables that M'Sara translated to English with a glance at Thomas. "She says you're… compelling. A puzzle she wants to solve. Humans are strange—your skin looks soft, but you fight like a seasoned Katzen. You're clever with machines and computers, and when you did first aid on D'Ressa's injury in the middle of battle, she saw how steady you are, even when others would've panicked. She… admires that. And she also says your scent is pleasing." M'Sara's ears tilted forward, her tone wry. "She also says she doesn't know how to tell you all this in your language."
T'Liana's ears snapped back. She jabbed a claw at the table, then switched to broken English. "I say… make… confused." She gestured wildly at her own head, then at M'Sara and Thomas. "I want… learn. You… But words—" She mimed tripping over an invisible obstacle, then groaned.
M'Sara chuckled, "She's only eighteen standard cycles old, Thomas. That is about twenty Earth years, a little younger than I am. She joined the marines straight from general education. She's never spent time with humans before she boarded the Hegh'ta, and now here you are—soft-skinned, yet strong. It's… disorienting for her."
Thomas frowned. "But she's a marine."
"Yes," M'Sara emphasized, "but she's also… protective of those she cares about. You and I have seen that. And that protection? It's starting to bleed into something else." She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "I think she wants to court you, Thomas. But without words, she's afraid she'll misstep."
Thomas stared at T'Liana. The marine met his gaze, her amber eyes unflinching, a faint pink tingeing the darker fur around her muzzle. Slowly, she reached out again, her hand-paw hovering near his hand, before withdrawing—then placing it firmly on the table between them.
No words. Just a challenge. A question.
Thomas swallowed. For the first time since Elara's face haunted his thoughts, he felt something shift—a flicker of hope, sharp as a blade.
"We Teach you," he said. "My words. My way."
T'Liana's ears shot up. She stared at him, then at M'Sara, who gave a small, satisfied nod. A low trill—a laugh, almost—escaped the young marine. She pressed her hand-paw to the table, fingers splayed, and for the first time since the mission on the Hegh'ta began, the mess hall felt less like a warship and more like a place where something new might grow.
The scent of synthesized blueberries, even the gentle hum of the engines seemed to shift in focus after T'Liana's clumsy, heartfelt confession. Thomas hadn't consciously registered it before, but now, looking at her, he saw past the efficient marine, the lithe predator. He saw vulnerability, a youthful eagerness masked by disciplined control. The way her ears had drooped slightly when she realized the language barrier, the hesitant touch of her hand-paw on his chest… it wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was… something more.
He'd been so focused on her skill, her dedication, her fierce protectiveness of their team, that he hadn't considered the why behind it. He'd assumed it was simply the ingrained loyalty of a Katzen marine. But now, M'Sara's translation had painted a different picture. Compelling. Fascinating. Wanting.
A flush crept up his neck, a reaction he hadn't anticipated. He'd always appreciated T'Liana's company, enjoyed their shared training sessions before the mission to take over the K'hara with M'Sara and D'Ressa, but he'd categorized it as camaraderie, a professional respect. Now, he felt a stirring of something… different. He found himself noticing the subtle flex of her muscles as she sat across from him, the way her amber eyes tracked his movements, her spade-shaped rosettes clearly visible on her shoulder fur that turned to cream over her thicker chest fur, the soft, almost imperceptible twitch of her tail. He'd been so used to reading human expressions, he hadn't even considered how much information was conveyed through Katzen body language, even after spending years with M'Sara.
"You know," M'Sara said, breaking the comfortable silence, a knowing glint in her cobalt eyes, "we should probably get some personal training in. Keep our skills sharp. And… give T'Liana a chance to see how you move up close and personal."
Thomas blinked, realizing M'Sara was subtly nudging him towards a deeper understanding with T'Liana. He couldn't help but smile. "Sounds good to me."
T'Liana's ears perked up, her tail giving a quick, hopeful flick. She finished her meal with a renewed energy, a subtle eagerness radiating from her.
The recreation room gym was spacious, filled with a mix of standard human and Katzen exercise equipment. Mats covered a large section of the floor, perfect for sparring. They started with stretches, a familiar routine. Thomas focused on loosening his muscles, while M'Sara guided T'Liana through a series of Katzen-specific movements, emphasizing flexibility and balance.
Then, they moved onto the mats. M'Sara, ever the strategist, suggested a light sparring session. "Let's test each other. See where we're strong, where we need to improve."
Thomas and M'Sara engaged first, a fluid dance of blocks, parries, and strikes. Years of practice had honed their skills to a razor's edge, a seamless blend of human and Katzen martial arts. T'Liana watched intently, her eyes tracking every movement, analyzing their techniques.
Then, it was T'Liana's turn. She moved with a ferocious speed, a whirlwind of claws and strikes. But it quickly became apparent that her training was geared towards ending fights, not controlling them. Her attacks were powerful, relentless, lacking the finesse needed for sparring. She was holding back, clearly afraid of hurting either of them.
"Easy, T'Liana," M'Sara said calmly, blocking a particularly forceful strike. "Remember, this isn't about winning. It's about control."
T'Liana lowered her stance, her ears drooping slightly. "I… not… hurt you… Thomas."
"We know," M'Sara said gently. "But you need to learn to regulate your strength. To find the balance between power and control."
M'Sara stepped in, guiding T'Liana through a series of drills. She emphasized the importance of reading an opponent's movements, anticipating their attacks, and responding with measured force.
"Think of it like this," M'Sara explained, demonstrating a controlled block. "You have all this power, all this skill. But it's useless if you can't channel it. It's like a river. If it's allowed to flood, it destroys everything in its path. But if it's contained, it can provide life and energy. You fight like a storm. But a storm cannot be shaped. You must be the sculptor." She demonstrated her strikes, they were precise, each motion ending with a controlled withdrawal. "Feel the rhythm. Let it flow through you."
Thomas joined in, offering his own insights. He explained the principles of Taekwondo, emphasizing the importance of precision and timing. He showed her how to use her body weight to generate power, how to redirect an opponent's force, how to maintain balance even under pressure. "Taekwondo teaches flow," he said, switching to a slower, deliberate form. "You don't hit to break bones. You hit to show the path."
T'Liana watched, then mimicked, her movements still sharp but tempered. A strike to Thomas's shoulder, then a step back. Another to his thigh, then a pause. Her tail curled slightly—approval, Thomas realized.
As they sparred, Thomas noticed a subtle shift in T'Liana's movements. She began to relax, to loosen up, to trust her instincts. She started to anticipate his attacks, to respond with controlled force. She was learning to feel the flow of the fight, to adapt to the changing circumstances.
It wasn't just about physical skill, though. It was about understanding each other. Thomas found himself reading T'Liana's body language with increasing accuracy, anticipating her moves before she even made them. He could see the flicker of concentration in her eyes, the subtle tension in her muscles, the way her tail twitched when she was about to attack.
And T'Liana, in turn, was learning to read him. She was fascinated by his fluidity of movement, his ability to adapt to her style, his willingness to take a hit. She was impressed by his resilience, his determination, his unwavering focus.
As they continued to spar, a deeper understanding began to blossom between them. It wasn't just about fighting. It was about trust, respect, and a growing connection that transcended language and species. It was about learning to see each other, not just as comrades in arms, but as individuals, with their own strengths, weaknesses, and desires. And Thomas, watching T'Liana's fierce determination, her growing confidence, and the subtle, almost imperceptible softening of her gaze, realized that he was starting to see her in a whole new light.
By the end of the session, T'Liana's fur was matted with sweat, her breaths ragged. She sat cross-legged on the mat, her tail curling loosely. Thomas sat beside her, his shirt soaked through. M'Sara tossed them both a bottle of electrolyte water, her eyes glinting.
"You two are slow," she teased, though her ears flicked with approval.
T'Liana didn't respond. Instead, she reached over and pressed her forehead briefly to Thomas's shoulder—a Katzen gesture of trust, fleeting but unmistakable. Her scent lingered there, musky and sharp, and for once, she didn't pull away immediately.
Thomas exhaled, the weight in his chest easing. She wasn't just a marine. She wasn't just a mystery. She was a partner. And maybe… something more.
The recreation room's gym smelled of ozone from the cleaning systems and the faint musk of exertion. M'Sara led Thomas and T'Liana through a narrow corridor to the shared shower room, its walls lined with steam vents and soft ambient light. The air was already warm, mist curling at the edges of the open space. T'Liana paused in the doorway, her cobalt eyes wide as she took in the scene—M'Sara and Thomas, damp and shedding their workout gear. Thomas hesitated only a moment before peeling off his t-shirt, revealing a torso dusted with sweat. M'Sara, ever at ease, unclipped her shorts and stepped into the shower, her melanistic fur dark against the white tiles.
T'Liana followed, her movements stiff with curiosity. She'd never seen a human unclothed before, and Thomas's form—lean, angular, his chest and shoulders broad yet not bulky like the marines—drew her gaze. She watched as M'Sara lathered Thomas's back with a soapy glove, her tail flicking in rhythm as she murmured reassurances in Katzen. Thomas, in turn, knelt to wash her large feet, a gesture of care they'd repeated countless times. When T'Liana stepped closer, they paused, offering her a sponge. She accepted it with her hand-paw, her claws retracting as she gently scrubbed Thomas's arm, her touch hesitant but deliberate.
Slowly, hesitantly, T'Liana began to relax, her gaze occasionally drifting back to Thomas. She watched as M'Sara and Thomas moved together, a silent dance of touch and care. It was… intimate. And strangely appealing. She tentatively stepped into the shower, carefully avoiding direct eye contact with Thomas. She focused on washing her own fur, but her peripheral vision kept drifting back to the human and M'Sara. The way they moved together, the easy trust between them…it was a connection she hadn't witnessed before.
They washed each other's backs, arms, and legs, the water cascading over their bodies. The steam filled the room, blurring the edges of their forms. It was a ritual, a way of bonding, of showing affection. T'Liana found herself wanting to be a part of it, to experience that same closeness. But she didn't know how.
T'Liana's initial shyness melted away under their gentle guidance. Her tail relaxed, swaying behind her as she observed each movement with keen interest. She mimicked M'Sara's actions, learning by example, her ears perking up as she absorbed the new experience.
As they finished, M'Sara squeezed the water from her fur and turned to T'Liana, a gentle smile displayed in her ears as they turned slightly to the sides. "You did well today, T'Liana. You're a powerful fighter."
T'Liana's ears drooped slightly, a gesture of humility. "I need to learn control."
"We all do," M'Sara said, her gaze meeting Thomas's. "It's a lifelong lesson."
T'Liana turned to Thomas, "You are… soft," she said finally, the word foreign on her tongue. Her ears twitched when Thomas chuckled, the sound warm and low.
"Most humans are," he replied. "But don't let it fool you. We're stubborn as rocks."
M'Sara snorted, splashing water at his face. T'Liana's lips parted in a soundless laugh, her tail curling to the side in amusement.
After a comfortable fifteen minutes, they finished and stepped out of the shower room, drying off with the provided towels. T'Liana, still slightly flustered, kept her gaze mostly on the floor.
Just as they were leaving the washroom, the comms crackled to life. K'Tharr's voice, gruff but relieved, filled their ears. "Thomas, M'Sara, good news. D'Ressa is conscious and asking for you. She wants to know what's been happening."
"On our way," M'Sara replied, already heading towards the medbay.
The medbay was a cool, sterile space, filled with the hum of life support systems. D'Ressa lay propped up in her bed, her flank heavily bandaged. Despite her injuries, a weak smile touched her lips as she saw them.
M'Sara immediately went to her side, carefully gripping D'Ressa's hand-paw. "It's so good to see you awake," she said, her voice filled with relief.
Thomas settled on the other side of the bed, catching D'Ressa up on the events that had transpired since she'd been injured – the after the pirate ambush, the rescue of the K'hara, the discovery of the younglings' fate, the data they uncovered.
T'Liana remained by the door, observing the scene with quiet curiosity. She watched as M'Sara and D'Ressa exchanged worried glances, as Thomas explained the urgency of their mission. She sensed the deep bond of friendship that connected them.
M'Sara, noticing T'Liana's hesitation, turned to her with a warm smile. "Come, T'Liana. Sit with us." She gestured to Thomas's lap. "You're with us now."
T'Liana's ears perked up, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. She glanced at Thomas, who offered a reassuring nod. Slowly, she approached the bed,
T'Liana settled onto Thomas's lap, her lithe body fitting comfortably against his, her claws catching in the fabric of his jeans. She froze, then relaxed, her weight light but deliberate. "I… honored," she said in halting English, her cheek pressing briefly to his shoulder.
M'Sara squeezed D'Ressa's hand-paw. "D'Ressa, you remember T'Liana. She's a talented marine, and she's quickly becoming one of our friends. She's one of us now. I'm hoping she will join our crew too."
D'Ressa, her eyes softening, managed a weak smile touched her ears. "Welcome to the circle, T'Liana." She looked from M'Sara to Thomas, then to the young marine nestled in Thomas's lap. A sense of contentment washed over her. They were a strange, mismatched group, but they were family. And that was all that mattered.
The medbay fell quiet, the hum of machines blending with the soft click of Katzen purrs. For a moment, the weight of loss and war felt distant, held at bay by the warmth of shared air—and the unspoken bond of those who fought, and cared, too fiercely.
The mess hall's ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the compact space, the open viewports revealing the endless expanse of stars beyond. M'Sara perched on a high form fitting chair, her melanistic fur dark against the metallic walls, her cobalt-blue eyes fixed on the steaming pile of synthesized quinoa and nutrient paste in front of her. Thomas sat beside her, unwrapping a packet of synthesized beef strips, their scent mingling with the tang of soy sauce. Across from them, T'Liana leaned forward on the table, her amber eyes flicking between Thomas's hands as he spoke and M'Sara's reassuring tail flicks that translated his words.
"You're sure D'Ressa will be well?" T'Liana asked, her voice low, her ears twitching forward in concern. She bared her hand-paw, mirroring the way M'Sara had gripped D'Ressa's earlier, as if imagining the same steadying touch.
M'Sara rumbled a soft affirmation, her tail moving to brush once across T'Liana's ankle. "The medics said she'll be back on the training mats in fifteen cycles. Maybe less. She is to start rehab in just over six cycles" She glanced at Thomas, who was already mentally rehearsing the steps he'd take to help D'Ressa through her recovery, should the need arise.
T'Liana's tail stilled, then rose straight, a sign of focus. "The drills," she said, her English halting but determined. "Tomorrow… we… prepare?" She made a slashing motion through the air, her claws clicking faintly against the table.
Thomas nodded, swallowing a bite. "Yeah. Captain Valerius wants us ready to board one of those frigates. We'll need to move fast, silent. You'll be with the marines, right?"
M'Sara's ears flattened slightly. "If the Hegh'ta's plan is to infiltrate, The marines will lead the charge. I don't think the pirates out there even know we're here… yet."
A sharp blare cut through the room. Captain Valerius's voice, crisp and unyielding, echoed through the comms: "Attention. The rest of our fleet will enter the system in six hours. The pirate frigates remain unaware of our presence. Squad Gamma-Nine, M'Sara, and Thomas,—report to the general-purpose room immediately. Drills commence. Dismissed."
As they stood, M'Sara glanced around the mess hall, her eyes catching the lingering looks of some of the other marines. She ignored them, her focus solely on the task at hand. "Let's not keep Captain Valerius waiting," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement despite the seriousness of their mission.
"Come," M'Sara said, leading them toward the exit. T'Liana hesitated only a moment before following, her gaze lingering on Thomas. She reached out, her hand-paw brushing his shoulder—a brief, electric touch. He met her eyes, and she tilted her head, a question in her posture. Are you afraid?
Thomas shook his head, offering the closest thing to a grin he could muster. "Let's see what they've got."
In the corridor, Katzen marines and a few human crewmembers hurried in the same direction, the air thick with tension. T'Liana fell into step beside Thomas, her movements silent despite her urgency. M'Sara walked ahead, her tail lashing in time with the rhythmic hum of the ship.
As they walked through the corridors, M'Sara couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with her two companions. Thomas's analytical mind and T'Liana's lithe strength made them an unstoppable team, and she knew that together, they would be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. The drills were just the beginning, and she was determined to make sure they were as prepared as possible.
As they neared the general-purpose room, T'Liana paused, her ears swiveling. "Thomas," she murmured. "You… soft. But… sharp." She softly tapped his chest, then his temple.
He exhaled, the weight of the mission pressing against his ribs. "Yeah," he said quietly. "You're a force to be reckoned with."
M'Sara glanced back, her blue eyes glinting. "Focus, both of you. The pirates won't know what hit them." M'Sara murmured in Katzen, her voice low but clear. "We've trained for this."
The door to the room hissed open, revealing rows of mock frigate schematics, armed marines, and the cold gleam of actual combat. T'Liana's claws retracted. She was ready.
And so, Thomas thought, was he.
The group entered the spacious area equipped with training simulators and obstacle courses. K'Tharr wasted no time in assigning roles and outlining the plan. M'Sara and Thomas were to lead the tech team, responsible for hacking into the frigate's systems once they cleared it. The marines would provide cover, clear ahead ensuring their safe passage.
T'Liana stood at attention, her ears perked forward as K'Tharr spoke. She was eager to prove herself, but the weight of responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders. M'Sara noticed her tension and placed a reassuring hand-paw on her shoulder.
"You've got this," M'Sara said softly in Katzen. "We're in this together."
T'Liana nodded, her tail twitching in acknowledgment. She took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. The drills began, with each member of the team practicing their roles until every movement was second nature.
As they worked, Thomas couldn't help but admire the efficiency and discipline of his Katzen counterparts. M'Sara's calm demeanor contrasted with T'Liana's raw energy, creating a dynamic that was both complementary and inspiring. He knew that together, they stood a fighting chance against the Serpent's Coil.
So Falls the Prey
The docking clamps disengaged from the K'hara with a soft thud, and the Hegh'ta slipped into the black, activating its cloaking field as it charted a course to bypass the four patrolling pirate frigates. Hours stretched before them, time to prepare. Thomas and M'Sara, along with the Gamma-Nine marines, converged on the armory. In the armory everyone had a locker with their custom fit gear. M'Sara and Thomas stood in front of their respective armor lockers, opening them. The air hummed with focused energy as they began the process of suiting up for the mission.
M'Sara, already shedding her shorts, discarding them with a playful toss into her locker, turned to face Thomas, her dark fur gleaming in the armory's light, highlighting the sculpted, muscular lines of her hips and legs.
"Still nervous, m'lora?" she purred, her tail flicking lazily.
Thomas grinned, his thumb tracing the curve of her spine. "Nervous? I'm excited. You know how I get when there's a challenge." His voice dropped, teasing. "Besides, I'd rather be here with you than anywhere else."
M'Sara's ears twitched, a soft rumble vibrating in her chest. She leaned into him, her fur brushing his side.
"Need a hand?" she purred, her voice a low rumble. There was no modesty in her movements, only a comfortable familiarity.
Thomas grinned, stepping closer. "Always." He reached into her locker for her smooth, sleek, form-fitting flexible under-suite that clung to her feline frame, designed to accommodate her physiology—padded slots at the hips for her tail, open-toed that left her padded, fur covered, clawed toes exposed, its material designed to wick away moisture, temperature control and provide a base layer beneath the armor. He carefully began to guide it over her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her warm fur, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "Careful now, don't want to pull your fur on those magnificent legs."
M'Sara chuckled, a throaty sound. "Trying to distract me, human?" She leaned into his touch slightly, enjoying the contact. "It's working."
"Merely ensuring a proper fit," Thomas replied, his voice laced with amusement. He continued to work, his movements efficient and gentle. "Wouldn't want your fur getting pulled or bunched during our boarding action."
"I assure you, I'm quite alright with doing it myself," M'Sara retorted, arching her back slightly. "Though a little assistance is always appreciated." She returned the favor, deftly maneuvering the under-suite over Thomas's shoulders, her hand-paws surprisingly strong.
"Ah, the benefits of a partner who understands the intricacies of engineering… and anatomy," Thomas murmured, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Indeed," M'Sara purred, stepping back to assess her work. "Perfect. Now, let's get this armor on before someone decides we're slacking."
The banter was a deliberate attempt to ease the tension, a familiar routine they performed now before any operation. It was a comfort, a reassurance that even in the face of danger, they had each other.
They worked in tandem, the familiar motions a comfortable sequence. The plates of the armor clicked into place, conforming to their feline and human forms. The weight settled on their shoulders, a reassuring presence.
T'Liana, her amber eyes sharp and focused, approached them, helmet tucked under one arm. "Alright, you two. Enough messing around. Let's get you combat-ready." She began a meticulous inspection of M'Sara, her hand-paws running over the armor joints, checking for secure connections. "Armor integrity nominal. Vambrace computer functioning. Plasma carbine secured. Good." She moved on to Thomas, repeating the process with the same efficiency. "Human modifications holding. Vambrace online. Carbine check. Satisfactory."
M'Sara translated for Thomas the gist of what T'Liana said with her ears perked gazing up into Thomas' eyes.
"Always a pleasure, T'Liana," Thomas said with a grin. "You're a perfectionist."
"Someone has to be," T'Liana replied dryly. "We don't want any surprises when we're boarding that pirate ship." She paused, her gaze sweeping over them both. "Remember the briefing. Stun settings only unless they present an immediate threat. We need information, not corpses." She almost sounded like she was saying that more for herself then them.
K'Tharr's voice boomed from across the room, cutting through the chatter. "Alright, Gamma-Nine, listen up! We've got a boarding action coming. Marines will secure the ship, focusing on the engine room, bridge, and computer core. Once cleared, Thomas and M'Sara will head to the computer core with T'Liana as escort. We need to download everything – navigation data, weapon schematics, anything that can help us track these pirates. Remember what happened on the K'hara colony ship. D'Ressa is still recovering. We don't want a repeat of that ambush."
A grim silence fell over the room, the memory of the attack still fresh in their minds. They knew what was at stake.
They moved to the general purpose room, a large, utilitarian space designed for training and briefings. Final checks were made – weapon systems calibrated, comms channels established, and boarding protocols reviewed. The air crackled with anticipation.
Then, the comms crackled to life. Captain Valerius's voice, calm and authoritative, filled the room. "All hands, prepare for engagement. The rest of the fleet is inbound, ETA sixteen minutes. The four pirate frigates remain unaware of our presence. Gamma-Nine, you are go for boarding. Good luck."
The Hegh'ta held its breath, cloaked and silent, watching the pirate ships drift through the void. Then, a ripple in space-time announced the arrival of the CAW fleet – a cruiser, two destroyers, and four more frigates – warping in on the other side of the pirates.
Without warning, the CAW ships opened fire, unleashing a barrage of EM weapons. The pirate frigates, caught completely off guard, began to panic, turning to flee.
And then, the Hegh'ta uncloaked, appearing directly in front of the lead pirate frigate, cutting off its escape. The pirates, their faces contorted with fear, stared in disbelief as the sleek, neutron alloy frigate materialized before them.
"Pirates are attempting to evade," J'Tan reported. "They're not going down without a fight."
One pirate frigate, its engines crippled but still functional, managed to maneuver slightly, attempting to break free. A volley of laser fire slammed against the Hegh'ta's shields, causing a visible strain. After another volley of EM fire, the pirate vessel went dark.
The Hegh'ta loomed over the crippled pirate vessel like a predator circling its prey, magnetic clamps biting into the hull of the pirate frigate with a metallic screech. Inside the airlock, Thomas adjusted the straps of his modified Katzen armor, the helmet's visor flickering as it synced with the ship's systems. Beside him, M'Sara crouched low, her hand-paws deftly working a panel. Her fur bristled faintly under the dim emergency lights—nervousness, or maybe the static from the pirate ship's damaged systems.
The airlock hissed, a reluctant exhale of atmosphere as Thomas worked, fingers flying across the interface panel. M'Sara was a warm weight against his side, her hand-paw resting lightly on his arm, offering silent, focused energy.
The airlock of the Hegh'ta was a tight space, filled with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of holographic displays projecting the pirate ship's schematics. Thomas and M'Sara stood side by side, their fingers flying across the holographic interfaces as they worked to bypass the inner airlock hatch security protocols of the disabled pirate ship.
"Almost there," Thomas murmured, his eyes fixed on the shifting lines of code before him. He could feel M'Sara's presence beside him, her warmth a comforting constant. "Just need to override the lock sequence."
M'Sara nodded, her cobalt eyes reflecting the flickering light. "I'm rerouting power from the auxiliary systems," she said, her voice calm and focused. "It should create a temporary blind spot in their sensors."
As they worked, the airlock door hissed open with a suddenness that made both of them jump. The airlock opened, revealing the silhouettes of the CAW marine squad, clad in their specialized armor. T'Liana gave Thomas a quick nod, a flash of confidence showing in the tilt of her ears. The marines of Squad Gamma-Nine spilled out into the pirate ship, their movements fluid and precise. Thomas watched as they fanned out, weapons at the ready, their armor glinting faintly in the dim light.
"Stay here," K'Tharr barked as he looked over at Thomas, M'Sara and T'Liana, his voice low and gruff. "We'll secure the ship."
T'Liana stayed behind, her amber eyes scanning the area with a sharp intensity. "Stay close," she said to Thomas and M'Sara, her voice low but firm. "I'll keep watch."
"Let's show them what a CAW boarding action looks like," K'Tharr said, his voice crisp over the comms.
The three of them waited in tense silence, the airlock lights flickering sporadically. M'Sara shifted slightly, her hand brushing against Thomas's arm before she settled back into her crouch.
Minutes dragged by, and the only sound was the distant clatter of weapons being readied through the corridors. Then, a sharp bark echoed from somewhere deeper in the ship.
Inside the pirate ship, the marines moved like shadows, their plasma carbines set to stun at the ready. The engine room was the first target, its walls lined with glowing control panels. The marines cleared each section methodically, their movements efficient and controlled. The marines surged forward, a wave of disciplined aggression. They deployed stun weapons, prioritizing incapacitation over lethal force. The pirates, caught completely off guard by the sudden, coordinated assault, offered a desperate, disorganized resistance.
The next few minutes stretched into an eternity, punctuated by the muffled reports of stun guns and the terse commands of K'Tharr. The marines moved with methodical precision, clearing each section of the pirate frigate, working their way towards the engine room, then the bridge, and finally, the computer core.
"They're disorganized, but they're putting up a fight," K'Tharr reported, his voice strained. "Heavy resistance in the engine room." The confined corridors of the pirate frigate echoed with the crackle of stun weapons and the grunts of struggling pirates. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and fear.
"They're using improvised explosives," K'Tharr continued. "Be careful."
"Status report, K'Tharr," Captain Valerius demanded.
A sudden crash from the engine room. K'Tharr's voice crackled over the comms: "We've got hostiles in the computer core! Secure the bridge—now!"
After a few minutes, and more sounds of resistance, "Bridge secured," K'Tharr responded. "We're moving to the computer core now. No casualties on our side. Pirates are… not exactly professional."
A chuckle rippled through the bridge. Even in the midst of battle, a sense of grim satisfaction permeated the air.
"Good work, marines," Captain Valerius said. "Secure the computer core. When that is done I'll send Thomas and M'Sara to extract any valuable information. Then, prepare the pirates for interrogation."
Thomas glanced at M'Sara. "They won't be getting away with anything," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Computer core secure," K'Tharr's voice crackled over the comm. "No resistance. Engineers, you're clear to enter."
Thomas exchanged a look with M'Sara. "Let's go," he said, adjusting the vambrace computer on his forearm.
They moved cautiously, T'Liana flanking them, her senses on high alert. The computer core was a cramped, utilitarian space, filled with humming servers and tangled wiring. The air smelled of ozone and stale recycled air. The marines were already securing the perimeter, their weapons trained on the access ports.
The room was a mess of tangled wires and sparking consoles. D'Ressa would have been in her element, but Thomas knew he didn't need her technical expertise for this, but it would have helped. He and M'Sara were more than capable of handling the data extraction.
"Alright," Thomas said, activating his vambrace computer. "Let's see what these pirates were hiding."
M'Sara immediately began working alongside him, her hand-paws flying across the holographic interface. "Their firewalls are… surprisingly sophisticated. They've been actively scrubbing data."
"Of course," Thomas muttered, bypassing the initial layers of security. "They knew someone would come looking, but they had no idea it would be us." He delved deeper, bypassing encryption protocols and accessing deleted files. The data stream flowed across his vambrace display, a chaotic jumble of code and fragmented images.
"Anything?" M'Sara asked, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"Mostly garbage," Thomas replied. "Financial records, shipping manifests… standard pirate fare. Wait…" He paused, his fingers flying across the interface. "There's a hidden directory. Heavily encrypted."
He worked for several minutes, cracking the encryption with a combination of brute force and algorithmic analysis. Finally, the directory opened, revealing a single file. He opened it, and a name flashed across the screen: Dr. T'Lyra F'Rel.
As they worked, T'Liana stayed vigilant, her sharp eyes scanning every corner of the room. She had developed quite the protective streak since joining the crew, and Thomas knew she wouldn't let anything happen to them.
"Who is that?" M'Sara asked, poking her head over his arm and peering at the display, her hand-paw resting on his chest.
Thomas frowned, running the name through the CAW database aboard the Hegh'ta. "A Katzen scientist. Specializing in… terraforming. And… she disappeared five years ago. Officially listed as 'missing, presumed deceased.'" He looked up at M'Sara, a growing sense of unease settling in his stomach. "This doesn't feel right."
T'Liana leaned closer, her focus unwavering. "Could be a lead," she suggested, her voice steady and purposeful.
The mess hall of the pirate frigate was a stark contrast to the modern amenities of the Hegh'ta. It was dimly lit, with flickering overhead lights casting shadows across the metallic tables and benches. The air was thick with the scent of alien biology—sharp, acrid, and unfamiliar. Marines from Squad Gamma-Nine moved through the room with precision, their movements silent despite the bulk of their armor. They herded a motley collection of prisoners into the center of the hall.
The prisoners were a mix of reptilian Xylar and insectoid Kryll. The Xylar hissed and spat, their scaly hides glistening under the harsh lights. The Kryll buzzed angrily, their exoskeletons glinting as they struggled against the marines' grip. Despite their different physiologies, both species shared a common expression of defiance and fear.
"Secure them," K'Tharr ordered, his voice calm but firm. He watched as the marines efficiently bound the prisoners with energy shock cuffs, ensuring they couldn't resist further. "We'll start interrogations shortly."
Meanwhile, in the cramped core of the pirate ship, Thomas and M'Sara were deep into their work. The room was small, filled with flickering monitors and tangled wires. Thomas sat on a makeshift chair, with T'Liana perched on his shoulders, her hands hovering over her plasma carbine. M'Sara was seated on Thomas' lap, his and her fingers flying across holographic interfaces as they searched for and decrypted files.
M'Sara leaned closer, her cobalt eyes narrowing as she read over his arm. "It's corrupted. Most of it's garbage, but there are fragments about an asteroid in the KT-3785 system."
"KT-3785," T'Liana chimed in from her perch, her voice soft but alert. "I've heard of that place. It's on the edge of explored space, right? No CAW ships go there."
M'Sara turned to Thomas, "Terrans know it as Kepler-186, something about an asteroid there," she explained in English.
Thomas nodded, his fingers flying across the holographic keyboard. "The pirates were onto something big. Maybe a mining operation—or worse."
M'Sara hummed in agreement, her tail twitching as she accessed another file. "We'll have to piece this together. But for now, all we know is that an asteroid holds some importance to them."
"Important enough for them to risk their lives—and ours," Thomas said, glancing up and behind him at T'Liana, who nodded solemnly.
The three of them worked in near silence, the faint sound of data being parsed filling the air. M'Sara occasionally glanced up from her work, her gaze lingering on Thomas's face as if to ensure he was still there. He caught her eye and smiled faintly, their unspoken bond momentarily breaking the tension.
As Thomas and M'Sara uploaded the data to the Hegh'ta via their vambrace computers, T'Liana's eyes never left the shadows. Her focus was unbroken. And for the first time since they boarded the pirate frigate, her tail relaxed—just slightly—curling in quiet resolve.
The Time is Ripe
The inner airlock of the Hegh'ta hissed as it sealed behind them, the familiar sound a welcome anchor after the chaos of the pirate frigate. Thomas, T'Liana, and M'Sara moved in tandem toward the armory, their armor felt heavier with each step. The dim glow of emergency lighting cast long shadows as they stripped off their battle-worn gear, the tension of the mission still clinging to their shoulders.
M'Sara worked efficiently, tossing aside her helmet with a metallic thunk before helping T'Liana peel off her under-armor layer that protects their fur from the armor. Thomas, already halfway undressed, pulled on a clean T-shirt over his sweat-damp chest, the fabric a stark contrast to the sterile scent of the armory. He watched as M'Sara handed T'Liana a pair of off-duty shorts—soft, practical, and a relief after the rigid synth-weave of their combat under-suits.
With their armor stowed away, they made their way toward the medbay. Thomas stayed close to T'Liana's side, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as they walked. She leaned into him slightly, seeking comfort in his presence even as she tried to hide it with a half-hearted tilt to her ears.
The corridors of the Hegh'ta stretched silent and dimly lit, save for the faint glow of emergency lights flickering at irregular intervals. Thomas, M'Sara, and T'Liana moved in a loose trio, their footsteps echoing softly against the metal walls. The air was thick with anticipation, the weight of recent events pressing down on them like an unseen hand.
M'Sara's short dark fur was sleek under the artificial light, her cobalt eyes gleaming as she glanced over at Thomas. He walked beside her, his hands stuffed casually into his jeans pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips. T'Liana trotted slightly behind now, her amber eyes wide with curiosity, her tail flicking idly as she took in the not so unfamiliar sights and sounds of the ship.
They rounded a corner and entered the medbay, its sterile environment contrasting sharply with the cramped engineering quarters they had left behind. The room was small, with two narrow beds flanked by monitors and medical equipment. D'Ressa lay in one of the beds, her tawny fur matted slightly but her golden eyes sharp as she looked up at them.
The medbay was quiet, save for the soft hum of life support systems and the occasional beep of monitoring equipment. Thomas, M'Sara, and T'Liana stepped inside, their footsteps echoing slightly on the sterile floor. D'Ressa was awake, propped up in her bed. She looked up as they entered, her tawny fur glistening faintly under the overhead lights.
"Welcome," D'Ressa said, her voice soft but accented heavier than normal by her Katzewelt origins and grogginess. "Thomas, M'Sara. T'Liana."
M'Sara sat down in one of the seats built into the wall, her tail twitching nervously, her short legs swinging slightly. Thomas perched on the other chair, his gaze flickering to the portable workstation beside D'Ressa sitting on a fold out table.
T'Liana, ever the eager member of their small group, climbed into Thomas' lap without hesitation, her amber eyes bright with curiosity. The Lehpparr marine leaned against Thomas' chest, her spade-shaped rosettes blending with the dark fabric of his shirt. Her amber eyes flickered between the data on D'Ressa's screen and the faces of her companions.
"Any change?" he asked, his voice steady but tinged with concern.
D'Ressa shook her head, her ears flattening slightly. "No. The scans show good progress, but I'll need more time."
D'Ressa tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. "I reviewed your preliminary reports. The mention of Dr. T'Lyra F'Rel... she was a respected scientist. Her disappearance is troubling."
M'Sara frowned, her cobalt eyes narrowing as she considered the implications. "The data we retrieved was heavily corrupted," she said. "But what we could salvage suggested that the asteroid in the KT-3785, or as Terrans call it, Kepler-186 system might be some kind of storage facility—or worse, a mine, or maybe both."
D'Ressa's ears twitched at the word "mine." "A mine?" she repeated, her voice tinged with concern. "That would explain why the pirates were interested. But why send Dr. F'Rel there? She was a terraforming specialist, not a miner."
Thomas stroked T'Liana's fur on her side absently. "We thought it might be weapons. Illegal tech. But the scans were… messy. Like they were trying to hide something from the scans, not just obscure it."
For the next hour, they delved deeper into the recovered data, piecing together fragments of information like a complex puzzle. D'Ressa, despite her injury, was the driving force, her innate engineering knowledge and meticulous attention to detail proving invaluable. She navigated the CAW databases with a speed and efficiency that left Thomas in awe.
"Wait…" D'Ressa's voice was sharper now, her ears twitching. She'd pulled up a historical archive, her hand-paws flying across the controls. "This… this is interesting."
She brought up a file labeled 'KT-3785 – Colonization Assessment.' The screen was filled with reports, schematics, and personnel logs.
"KT-3785f… it was a prime candidate for colonization. Habitable zone, abundant resources… everything looked good." D'Ressa's voice was tight with a growing realization. "Dr. T'Lyra F'Rel… she was the lead scientist on the assessment team. Sent to the KT-3785 system five years ago, in a planetary survey ship with twenty one crew."
M'Sara leaned closer, her brow furrowed. "What happened?"
D'Ressa scrolled through the report, her expression grim. "The survey ship and crew were lost. No distress signal, no wreckage found. Officially, it was written off as a navigational error, a tragic accident."
"But…?" Thomas prompted, sensing the unspoken conclusion.
"But the colonization project was abruptly canceled. KT-3785f was removed from the list of prospective colony planets. And the official explanation… it was vague. Something about 'unforeseen geological instability' and 'unacceptable risk factors.'" D'Ressa paused, her gaze meeting Thomas's. "That's not what happened."
She tapped another control, bringing up a redacted section of the report. "This section… it was classified even before the ship went missing. It details Dr. F'Rel's initial findings. She discovered something on KT-3785f. Something… artificial."
"Artificial?" M'Sara echoed, her voice laced with disbelief.
D'Ressa nodded, her ears flattening slightly. "She believed it was a structure. Buried deep beneath the surface. And she suspected… it wasn't built by anyone CAW had ever encountered." She looked at Thomas, her golden eyes filled with a quiet intensity. "The pirates weren't guarding an asteroid. They were guarding a secret. A secret someone wanted to stay buried."
Thomas scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe they wanted to use her expertise for something else," he said. "Or perhaps she was captured and forced to work against her will."
T'Liana shifted slightly in Thomas' lap, her tail flicking nervously. "Either way," she said softly in Katzen, "we need to find out what's going on there. Those poor Katzen younglings... they deserve to live their life free."
D'Ressa nodded solemnly. "Agreed. But we cannot do this alone. We need the captain to hear our findings."
Thomas turned to M'Sara with a raised eyebrow. "You think you can convince him?"
M'Sara smirked, her cobalt eyes glinting playfully. "I have my ways."
D'Ressa chuckled softly, her Katzen accent making the sound almost musical. "Yes, I believe you do."
As they discussed their next steps, Thomas couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The mention of Dr. F'Rel and the asteroid in the Kepler-186 system brought back memories of Elara, the sub-light engine tech who had been lost during the pirate ambush. Her bright, inquisitive eyes haunted him still.
But now was not the time for grief. Now was the time to act.
"Alright," Thomas said, placing his hands on T'Liana's hips, a signal for her to stand, then standing up after she did. "Let's get this meeting organized. We need answers—and we need them fast."
M'Sara stood as well, her movements fluid and graceful. "I'll start preparing the data for presentation," she said. "D'Ressa, you'll be joining us remotely?"
"Yes," D'Ressa replied, her voice steady. "I will ensure all our findings are clearly presented."
T'Liana leaned back into Thomas, her presence a comforting weight against him. "We… together," she said softly in broken English.
Thomas smiled at her, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Always," he said.
Later that evening, the four of them gathered in the ready room, its walls lined with holographic displays and maps of the galaxy. D'Ressa, still confined to her bed, joined them remotely, her image flickering slightly on a holo-screen as she addressed the group.
Captain Valerius listened intently as D'Ressa presented their findings, her voice steady but her English was tinged with the faint lilt of Katzen speech. Lieutenant J'Tan R'Astraea, the tactical officer and Valerius's Number One, nodded thoughtfully, her dark rosettes glinting under the artificial light.
K'Rell, the engineering bridge officer, stood at attention, his expression gruff as he listened to the proceedings. The room was filled with a tense energy, the weight of their mission pressing down on them all.
Finally, Captain Valerius spoke, his voice firm and decisive. "We'll make for the Kepler-186 system, Squad Gamma-Nine will stay assigned to the Hegh'ta," he said, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Four scout ships will accompany us. The rest of our fleet will wait at KT-3786 in case we need backup."
The room fell silent once more as the implications of their journey sank in. Thomas exchanged a glance with M'Sara, their unspoken words passing between them like an invisible thread.
T'Liana shifted slightly in her seat, her tail flicking nervously as she took in the gravity of the situation. For the first time since joining the crew, she felt truly included, part of this small but growing family.
As the meeting drew to a close, D'Ressa's voice broke the silence once more. "We'll be ready," she said simply, her golden eyes steady and unyielding.
And with that, the Hegh'ta started to prepare for its long journey toward the Kepler-186 system, its crew united in their quest for answers—and for justice.
A hard days work
The Hegh'ta shuddered slightly as the boarding clamps disengaged from the captured pirate frigate. The marine retrieval had been swift and efficient, the Togartz, K'Tharr, barking orders with a guttural precision that resonated even through the ship's internal comms. As the Hegh'ta undocked, leaving the salvage crew and questioning teams from a different ship to deal with the remaining pirates, a sense of weary relief settled over the bridge.
"Systems nominal," Thomas reported, his voice echoing slightly in the engineering bay. He ran a diagnostic sweep on the primary warp drive, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface projected from his tablet computer. M'Sara, perched on a nearby console with her feet on Thomas' thighs, her powerful legs a study in coiled energy, mirrored his movements, her cobalt eyes scanning the data streams. She let out a soft, almost musical hum of satisfaction.
"Drive efficiency is holding steady." she said, "K'Rell will be pleased."
Thomas chuckled, leaning against a support strut, letting his hand brush against M'Sara's furred arm. The simple contact was a comfort, a silent reassurance after the grimness of the past few days. "He's probably already drafting a twenty-page report on the optimal warp field harmonics."
"Likely," M'Sara agreed, her ears twitching slightly. She leaned into his touch, a subtle gesture of affection. "He's been… agitated."
The Hegh'ta received a hailing signal. Lieutenant J'Tan R'Astraea's face appeared on the main viewscreen, her Lehpparr features sharp and focused. "Hegh'ta, this is D'Astraea. Cruiser Ghiqtal is approaching for resupply and crew transfer. Prepare to receive."
Here they come
The cargo bay was a cavern of metal and light. Thomas and M'Sara stood at the threshold, watching as crates of neutron alloy parts and cryo-stored protein and other base food substances for the mess hall food processors were unloaded.
The loading bay crew doors hissed open, revealing two young Katzen. L'Thia, a Lehpparr, she moved with a fluid grace, her deep amber fur gleaming under the bay's lights, she was a bit shorter than T'Liana. Her spade-shaped rosettes were particularly striking. K'Vael, the Luchs, was a bit taller than M'Sara, her tawny fur speckled with darker spots. Both Katzen looked around the loading bay with cautious curiosity.
"L'Thia's the neutron technician," M'Sara told Thomas, her voice tinged with curiosity. The young Lehpparr tilted her head, her ears twitching. L'Thia pointed at Thomas's tablet computer, then at her own empty hands.
"They don't speak English, they are fresh from Katzewelt, we will get them up to speed. This was a rushed transfer, they may be nervous around humans. They are from the Ghiqtal, they had just started their training," M'Sara said.
Thomas sighed. Another language barrier. He'd picked up a smattering of Katzen over the past few years, enough to understand basic commands and greetings, but conversation was impossible. He looked at M'Sara, who gave him a reassuring nod. She was adept at bridging communication gaps.
M'Sara immediately stepped forward, offering a friendly gesture – a slow blink, a Katzen sign of trust. "Welcome aboard the Hegh'ta," she said in Katzen, her voice clear and welcoming. "I am M'Sara, this human is Thomas. We are both Grade One engineers and will help you get settled in. You both have been assigned to help Thomas and I in engineering. K'Rell would normally be here to greet you, but he is very busy on the bridge prepping for our long trip to KD-3785 or Kepler-186 as humans know it, he rarely leaves the bridge. D'Ressa would also normally be here, but she is recovering from injury in the medbay, as she will be for much of the duration of our trip."
L'Thia responded with a series of rapid Katzen, clicks and trills, her tail twitching. M'Sara translated for Thomas. "She says thank you. She is eager to get to work."
K'Vael, more reserved, simply nodded, her ears flattened slightly. "She's a bit shy," M'Sara explained. "She'll warm up to you I'm sure."
Thomas offered a smile. "We're glad to have you both. We'll do our best to make you feel at home." He gestured towards the engineering section. "Come on, let's get you settled in."
M'Sara translated what Thomas said to Katzen for the new crew members. They in turn nodded towards Thomas.
The Long Trip Ahead
The engineering room of the Hegh'ta was a symphony of glowing panels and soft hums, its walls lined with advanced systems that pulsed faintly under neutron alloy plating. M'Sara led L'Thia and K'Vael through the passage, her movements fluid as she gestured to various consoles. Thomas followed behind them.
"This is our work area," M'Sara said in Katzen, her voice warm. "Where we monitor and maintain the ship's systems." L'Thia nodded, her amber eyes scanning the room with curiosity, while K'Vael remained silent, her fur bristling slightly as she took it all in.
Thomas approached a storage unit, pulling out two computer tablets and belts with pockets for them. He secured one around L'Thia's waist and the other around K'Vael's, then handed each of them a tablet. "These are your tablet computers," M'Sara said, "We'll show you around."
The group moved through the ship with purpose, passing by the tactical stations on the bridge where J'Tan and R'Kala worked. M'Sara explained each station briefly in Katzen, her tone patient as she pointed out the navigation console and the holographic displays that monitored the prototype absorption shield system.
As they entered the mess hall, the viewports darkened, their surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the room's lighting. "This is where we eat," M'Sara said, gesturing to the tables arranged in a semicircle around the room. "We share meals and discuss our plans." L'Thia sniffed the air cautiously, her tail flicking as she took in the faint unusual scents of coffee and pastries.
Next, they moved to the recreation and gym area, a spacious room filled with exercise equipment and holographic training simulators. M'Sara gestured to the machines. "This is where we stay fit," she said. "And sometimes just relax." L'Thia's ears perked up as she examined a treadmill designed for Katzen physiology, while K'Vael studied a weightlifting machine with obvious interest.
Finally, they reached the crew quarters, a series of rooms separated by passageways. M'Sara gestured to one room. "This is where we sleep," she said. "Four beds set as bunk beds per room. Only the officers get their own cabins." She pointed to the room across from hers. "That is your room there."
Thomas stepped forward, his expression neutral as he gestured to their own room. "We share this room with D'Ressa and T'Liana," M'Sara explained in Katzen, her tone gentle. "They are part of our pride."
The group moved into the medbay, where D'Ressa lay on a bed, her fur matted from laying in bed all day. M'Sara approached her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "D'Ressa," she said softly in Katzen, "meet K'Vael and L'Thia. They are technicians that will be joining us in engineering."
D'Ressa's ears twitched slightly as she looked up at them, her golden eyes clouded but still sharp. Her voice was low and soothing as M'Sara explained the situation to D'Ressa.
As they left medbay, Thomas fell into step beside M'Sara, his expression thoughtful. "They seem nervous," he said quietly.
M'Sara nodded. "They are new to this, they also have never worked alongside humans, there are over twenty other humans on our crew," she replied in English. "But they will adapt."
Thomas glanced at L'Thia and K'Vael, who were walking a few steps behind them. "I hope so," he said. "We need everyone on board up to speed if we're going to make it through this."
M'Sara and Thomas walked back toward engineering, their steps echoing softly on the metal deck. L'Thia and K'Vael followed behind, their tails flicking in curiosity as they took in the unfamiliar layout of the engineering section, it was much different from the cruiser they were on before. The air was thick with the hum of machinery and the faint scent of ozone from the ship's systems.
As they approached the engineering room, M'Sara gestured for L'T'hia and K'Vael to follow her inside. Thomas lingered briefly at the door, adjusting his tablet before joining them. Inside, the room was dimly lit by the glow of holographic schematics and control panels. M'Sara's ears twitched as she scanned the readouts on her own tablet.
"Alright," she said, turning to L'T'hia and K'Vael. "We've got a power conduit regulator for the port thruster that needs maintenance. It's a good place to start if you want to learn about this ship's systems."
She led them to a bulkhead near the back of the room, where a small hatch was set into the metal. M'Sara crouched and opened it with a practiced motion, revealing a narrow crawlspace beyond.
"Inside," she instructed, her voice calm but firm. "It won't be an easy fit for Thomas, but we'll manage."
Thomas followed M'Sara inside, crawling on his belly as the Katzen moved more gracefully on all fours. The space was cramped, and Thomas couldn't help but groan under his breath as he felt L'T'hia and K'Vael brush against him.
"Enjoying yourself?" M'Sara asked with a smirk, her ears twitching playfully.
"Very much," Thomas replied sarcastically, though there was no real malice in his tone. "This is just what I always wanted—being squished by Katzen in a tight space."
M'Sara chuckled as she guided them forward. After about ten meters, they reached the junction where the regulator was located. M'Sara paused and looked back at Thomas, who had finally caught up.
"Okay," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "This is it. Thomas, I need you to get on your back so you can help me with the tablet. L'T'hia and K'Vael, you'll crawl over him and use him as a seat."
Thomas groaned again but complied, rolling onto his back, getting the diagnostic information ready and holding up his tablet for the Katzen to see. L'Thia and K'Vael squeezed over him, their movements surprisingly graceful despite the tight quarters. Thomas couldn't help but mutter under his breath as they settled on top of him.
"Is this really necessary?" he asked, his voice muffled slightly by the tablet.
M'Sara's ears twitched again, and she shot him a playful grin. "Oh, come on," she said. "It's not that bad. Besides, it's a good way to get you out of your comfort zone."
Thomas rolled his eyes but didn't argue further as M'Sara began working on the regulator. She carefully removed the cover with her tools and scanned the components inside, explaining each step to K'Vael and L'Thia in Katzen. L'T'hia watched intently, her tail flicking occasionally, hitting Thomas in the side, as she absorbed the information.
Despite the awkward position, Thomas couldn't help but admire M'Sara's focus and skill as she worked. Even in such a tight space, she moved with precision and confidence, making it look almost effortless. He couldn't help but wonder if she was enjoying this just a little too much.
As they continued working, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that M'Sara might be having a bit of fun at his expense. But despite his grumbling, he knew deep down that this was all in good humor—and that it was helping L'T'hia and K'Vael learn more about the ship's systems and get more comfortable around humans.
M'Sara's voice carried a hint of amusement as she instructed, "K'Vael, hold the cover for the sensor while L'Thia adjusts the junction." She gestured clearly, her fur catching the dim light. K'Vael nodded, her tail flicking in understanding as she positioned herself on Thomas' chest. Her legs rested beside his head, and inadvertently, her foot brushed against his face.
L'Thia, on the other hand, turned to her side, her leg slipping between Thomas' legs as she reached into the junction. She glanced at M'Sara, a curious expression in her eyes, before focusing back on the task. Her movements were deliberate, yet her proximity to Thomas was undeniable.
As L'Thia worked, her foot pressed against Thomas' groin, causing him to grunt under his breath. He shot a mock glare at M'Sara, who merely chuckled. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" he muttered, though the playful tone in his voice betrayed his irritation.
M'Sara's laughter echoed softly as she replied, "Oh, Thomas, you make an excellent couch. I can see why you're so popular." Her words were laced with teasing, and she couldn't resist adding a smirk, one ear turning to the side, for good measure.
K'Vael and L'Thia exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by the interplay between M'Sara and Thomas. They had noticed the ease with which they interacted, the subtle nuances of their relationship that spoke volumes about their bond. Though they couldn't understand English, their expressions conveyed their intrigue.
As the task neared completion, M'Sara stepped back, her hands on her hips. "There we go," she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. She turned to Thomas with a grin. "You know, you really should consider a career as a human couch."
Thomas groaned, shaking his head, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward despite himself. He knew he'd have his revenge eventually, but for now, he couldn't help but laugh at M'Sara's antics, this is how she releases her stress.
Sweat and Pain
The Recreation gym area was dimly lit, the soft hum of the ship's systems providing a steady background noise. Mats were spread out across the floor, inviting anyone to stretch or spar. M'Sara bounded into the room with Thomas trailing behind her, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.
In the gym the atmosphere was alive with the hum of activity as Thomas, M'Sara, T'Liana, K'Vael, and L'Thia gathered for their martial arts session. The room buzzed with the energy of crew members going about their routines, occasionally pausing to watch the group.
As soon as M'Sara spotted T'Liana waiting by the mats, M'Sara's ears widened, one tilted down. She darted over to her friend, pulling T'Liana down to her level so they were eye-to-eye. "You won't believe what I had Thomas do earlier," M'Sara whispered conspiratorially, her voice low but playful.
T'Liana's amber eyes lit up with curiosity, and she leaned in closer. M'Sara continued, her words spilling out in Katzen, though T'Liana seemed to catch the gist quickly enough. A soft huffing laugh escaped T'Liana as M'Sara recounted how Thomas had been used as a makeshift couch for L'Thia and K'Vael during their work in the cramped space for the power regulator access.
T'Liana's laughter was infectious, and soon she was chuckling openly, her tail flicking with amusement. "Poor Thomas," T'Liana teased in her accented English, though there was no malice in her tone. She turned to Thomas with a grin. "You… like…" then in Katzen finished, "Being a cushion?"
Thomas blinked in surprise, then chuckled. "It wasn't exactly comfortable, but I guess it worked." He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
Meanwhile, L'Thia and K'Vael had followed behind them, standing by the mats with a mix of curiosity and shyness. They watched as M'Sara and T'Liana continued to laugh, their tails swishing in sync with their moods.
M'Sara said in Katzen, her playful energy shifting gears. "Alright, let's get started!" she declared, grabbing T'Liana by the arm and pulling her toward the mats. "You and I are going to spar first. Thomas is going to give L'Thia and K'Vael beginning martial arts training."
T'Liana hesitated for a moment before nodding, her expression brightening with excitement. "Okay, but don't go easy on me," she warned, though there was a playful glint in her eyes.
As M'Sara and T'Liana began stretching together, Thomas turned to L'Thia and K'Vael, who were still standing by the mats. He gestured for them to join him, his expression encouraging. "Let's get warmed up," he said with a friendly smile.
L'Thia and K'Vael exchanged a glance before slowly approaching, their movements cautious but eager. Thomas noticed their hesitation and made an effort to be extra clear in his instructions, using hand gestures and simple English phrases where possible.
He started by demonstrating some basic stretches, holding each position for a few seconds to show them how it was done. "Okay, like this," he said, bending forward at the waist and placing his hands on his knees. "Stretch your back nice and slow."
L'Thia watched him carefully before mimicking the movement, her dark orange fur rippling as she stretched. K'Vael followed suit, though she seemed a bit more reserved, her mosaic of dark spots shifting slightly as she moved.
Thomas nodded approvingly, then turned to L'Thia. "Can you help me with my stretches?" he asked, holding out his arms and giving her a reassuring smile. "Sometimes it's hard to reach everything on your own."
L'Thia hesitated for a moment before nodding shyly. She stepped forward and gently took hold of Thomas's arms, helping him stretch further than he could alone. Her movements were tentative at first, but as she gained confidence, her touch became firmer and more precise.
Meanwhile, K'Vael watched them with wide eyes, her tail flicking nervously. M'Sara noticed her hesitation and gave her a reassuring nudge. "Come on, K'Vael," she said in Katzen, her tone gentle but encouraging. "You can do it."
K'Vael took a deep breath before stepping forward to help Thomas with his legs. She carefully lifted Thomas's feet off the ground, holding them steady as Thomas stretched his hamstrings. Her expression was focused and determined, though she couldn't hide the faint blush of nervousness on her muzzle.
As they worked together, the atmosphere in the gym began to shift. The initial awkwardness gave way to a sense of camaraderie, with everyone laughing and encouraging each other. M'Sara and T'Liana's sparring session had drawn more attention, but even so, the focus remained on building trust and teamwork.
By the time they finished stretching, L'Thia and K'Vael were beginning to relax, their movements becoming smoother and more confident. Thomas gave them both a thumbs-up, his expression warm with approval. "Great job," he said with a smile. "You're doing really well."
L'Thia's ears twitched in response, and she gave him a shy smile with her ears. K'Vael nodded, though her tail still flicked nervously as she stepped back to give Thomas some space.
As the session continued, it was clear that this playful interaction was helping to break down barriers between the crew members. M'Sara's teasing had been lighthearted and well-meaning, and Thomas's patience in guiding L'Thia and K'Vael showed just how much he cared about building a strong team.
Thomas began by demonstrating basic moves, his hands guiding L'Thia's arm gently. "Start with this," he instructed, his voice calm and patient. K'Vael mirrored the movements, her eyes focused as she followed along. M'Sara stood nearby, offering encouragement in Katzen, her presence a steady support.
As they moved on to kicks, Thomas showed L'Thia how to bend her knee for a springy motion. "Like this," he said, his hands showing the technique. K'Vael and L'Thia took turns, their movements fluid despite their newness to the practice. T'Liana watched with enthusiasm, eager for them to learn.
M'Sara stepped in, her voice soft but encouraging. "Good," she praised, using Katzen to commend their efforts. The room felt warm with camaraderie as they worked together, each finding strength in the others' presence.
Soon, the group transitioned to practicing punches and kicks against Thomas. He blocked effortlessly, nodding approvingly. "Great form," he commended, his tone filled with pride. M'Sara and T'Liana joined in, their movements synchronized like a dance, each strike met with a block that spoke of trust and teamwork.
As the session wound down, crew members continued their routines, occasionally glancing over to watch. The gym was more than just a place for exercise; it was a hub where bonds were forged and skills honed, preparing them for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Thomas ended the session with a smile, his encouragement echoing through the room. "Keep practicing, I'll teach you more next time," he advised, his confidence in their abilities evident.
The gym was quiet save for the faint hum of the ventilation system as M'Sara and T'Liana finished their sparring session. Both were breathing heavily, their fur glistening with sweat, though they moved with the grace of predators honed to perfection. M'Sara turned to K'Vael and L'Thia, who had been watching the match with rapt attention, their tails flicking slightly in nervous energy.
"K'Vael, L'Thia," M'Sara said, her voice soft but firm, "it is time for our shared shower. Come." She gestured toward the door leading to the communal showers, her ears twitching slightly as she spoke.
T'Liana nodded, her amber eyes bright with excitement. "Yes, let's go," she said, her tail lashing behind her in anticipation. She turned to Thomas, who had been watching the match from a nearby bench. "Thomas, M'Sara says… we… join."
Thomas stood, stretching his arms above his head. He had been teaching K'Vael and L'Thia some basic martial arts techniques, and he could see the exhaustion in their movements. "Alright," he said, pulling off his T-shirt as they made their way toward the showers.
As they walked, Thomas glanced at M'Sara. "Is this your plan?" he asked quietly. "To bring them into our pride?"
M'Sara turned her ears to the side, a sign of thoughtful consideration. "Yes," she said simply. "I feel protective of them, and I enjoy teaching them. They are young, still learning their place in the world."
Thomas nodded, his expression softening. "I agree," he said. "They remind me of us when we were first starting out not that long ago."
Thomas stood nearby, his own shower completed, watching as the group began to bond over the shared ritual. He could see the tension in K'Vael and L'Thia's bodies slowly melting away as M'Sara and T'Liana worked together to clean them, their tails up and swaying in a way that spoke of deep trust.
As they finished washing, M'Sara stepped back, her ears twitching slightly as she looked at K'Vael and L'Thia. "Do you want to be part of our pride?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.
K'Vael and L'Thia exchanged a glance before nodding, their tails lashing in excitement. "Yes," they said in unison, their voices filled with determination.
M'Sara's ears perked forward, a sign of joy. She reached out, her hands brushing against their fur once more as she pulled them into a tight embrace. "Welcome," she said softly. "You are part of our family now."
Thomas smiled, his heart swelling with warmth as he watched the group come together. He knew that this moment marked the beginning of something new, a bond forged in trust and shared experiences. And as they dried off together, their laughter echoing through the shower room, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride in the family they were building.
Wrapped in towels, they left the shower area, placing their dirty clothes into the wash bin before heading to their cabin.
In their cabin, they changed into fresh clothing. Thomas donned his usual jeans and a black T-shirt, while M'Sara, T'Liana, K'Vael, and L'Thia each slipped into their respective short shorts, their fur glistening slightly as they moved. The group then made their way to the mess hall, eager for some downtime.
The mess hall was modest but cozy, with a few tables and chairs arranged neatly. Thomas prepared multiple synthesized pepperoni and mushroom pizzas, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he presented them to the group. "Alright, everyone, let's dig in!" he exclaimed, slicing into the first pizza with enthusiasm.
K'Vael and L'Thia, who had never tasted pizza before, hesitated slightly before taking their first bites. Their eyes widened in delight as they chewed, tails flicking with pleasure. M'Sara translated Thomas's excitement for them, her ears twitching as she explained the joy of this new experience.
"Thank you, Thomas," K'Vael said through M'Sara, her voice filled with gratitude. L'Thia nodded in agreement, her amber eyes shining with happiness.
Thomas beamed, clearly pleased. "You're officially part of our pride, our family now!" he declared, raising a slice of pizza as if it were a toast. M'Sara rolled her eyes but smiled as she translated that for them, her ears turned to the sides, used to his antics yet deeply appreciative of his heart.
T'Liana's ears perked up at the mention of family. She shared her story with the group, her voice soft but sincere. "My family was killed by pirates," she explained, her tail drooping slightly. "But now, I have a new family here." Her eyes sparkled as she looked around at her crewmates then lingered on Thomas, a sense of belonging evident in her posture.
The mess hall buzzed with warmth and camaraderie, the sound of laughter and the clinking of utensils filling the air. For a moment, the challenges of space travel faded away, replaced by the simple joy of shared meals and growing bonds.
The mess hall was quiet now, save for the hum of the ship's systems and the occasional clink of dishes being cleaned by the automated service. The group had just finished their meal, the aroma of pizza still lingering in the air. M'Sara stretched her arms above her head, her cobalt eyes reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights.
"It's been a long day," she said, so tired that her voice carried a hint of Katzen accent as she spoke in English. "We should rest."
Thomas nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, you're right. I could use some sleep."
T'Liana yawned, covering her mouth with one hand-paw. "Agree. We... go."
As they stood to leave, K'Vael and L'Thia followed suit, their movements fluid and graceful despite the exhaustion etched into their faces.
The shared cabin was small but cozy, with four bunks arranged in two rows. M'Sara and Thomas often shared one bunk, while T'Liana occupied another, or shared one with Thomas. M'Sara and T'Liana took turns sharing. K'Vael and L'Thia had their own beds across the hall from them, they had two empty bunks so they had the room to themselves. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the ship's 'night' lights casting a warm hue over the space.
M'Sara undressed quickly, her movements efficient as she removed her shorts. She climbed into bed beside Thomas, snuggling up close. "Goodnight," she murmured, her breath tickling his ear.
Thomas grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Sleep well."
But before M'Sara could drift off, Thomas whispered, "Tickle fight!" and sat up, reached down and began to tickle her between her foot paw pads. M'Sara's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a series of huffing giggles.
"Thomas!" she screeched, squirming beneath him. "Stop!"
But Thomas only laughed, continuing his assault on her sensitive paw pads. M'Sara wriggled free and rolled off the bed, landing with a soft thud on the deck that was point one five meters below. She looked up at Thomas, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Fine!" she declared. "You want a tickle fight? Let's do this!"
Before Thomas could respond, K'Vael and L'Thia burst into the room, their laughter echoing down the corridor. They had heard the commotion and came to investigate.
"What's going on?" K'Vael asked.
"Tickle fight!" T'Liana announced, setting up in her bed. "Join in!"
K'Vael and L'Thia hesitated for only a moment before complying, each taking hold of M'Sara's other large foot paw. The room filled with the sound of M'Sara's huffing laughter as she struggled to free herself.
"Enough!" she gasped, her breath coming in short bursts. "I surrender!"
Thomas and the others released their grip on her foot-paws, stepping back with grins, the Katzen displayed a grin with one ear tilted down, in their expressions. M'Sara sat up, catching her breath, her fur ruffled from the playful assault.
"I'm sleeping with T'Liana tonight," she declared, standing and heading toward T'Liana's bed. "You lot are no fun!"
T'Liana chuckled, patting the spot beside her as she sat. "Come here, poor thing. I'll keep you safe from that mean human."
With that Thomas let out a bark of a laugh.
Ignoring Thomas, M'Sara climbed into bed beside her friend, curling up close. T'Liana wrapped an arm around her, gently petting her fur.
"Sleep well," T'Liana murmured. "My poor abused sister."
As the cabin fell silent once more, Thomas grinned to himself, satisfied with his little victory. The crew of the Hegh'ta might be from different worlds, but their bond was strong—and their sense of fun even stronger.
English we learn
The cabin was dimly lit, the hum of the engines a low vibration beneath the floorboards. Almost an hour ago M'Sara had taken L'Thia and K'Vael to go visit D'Ressa in the medbay. Thomas had agreed to teach T'Liana English. Thomas sat cross-legged on the narrow bunk, his tablet resting on his knee. T'Liana mirrored him, her lean frame curled slightly, tail flicking in rhythmic pulses against the edge of the mattress. Her amber eyes gleamed with focus as she traced the Katzen script on her own tablet, the translated English words glowing faintly in the gloom. Her short fur was a dark orange except for the spade-shaped rosettes that dotted her back and shoulders, her fur turning thicker and creamy over her chest and addendum. She wore only her short shorts, which showed off her lean, well-muscled legs. Her dark orange tail covered in spots flicked gently behind her as she concentrated, a sign of both nervousness and excitement.
"Good, T'Liana," Thomas said with a smile, nodding at her. "You're getting better each time."
She beamed up at him, her pride evident in the way her ears perked forward and her tail lifted slightly. She pointed to the tablet, asking, "More?"
Thomas chuckled and brought up another sentence on his screen. The text was accompanied by a phonetic guide and a recording of the pronunciation. He tapped the words, and the translation appeared in Katzen script below.
"This one," he said, pointing to the English sentence. "'The stars are shining brightly tonight.' Say it slowly."
T'Liana studied the words for a moment, her muzzle furrowing slightly as she tried to form the sounds. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with determination.
"Th… th… stars are shi—" She paused, her tail dipping slightly as she struggled with the 'sh' sound.
Thomas leaned forward, his hand resting gently on her thigh. "Take your time, okay? The 'sh' sound is tricky because Katzen don't have lips as flexible as humans. It's a sharp sound, like this. "He pursed his lips and made the sound, watching as T'Liana's ears twitched in response.
She nodded, her tail lifting again as she tried the sentence once more. "The stars are shining brightly tonight."
"You got it," Thomas said, his voice warm, and he reached out to pat her thigh—a quick, friendly gesture. T'Liana's ears twitched, a soft purr rumbling in her chest. She tilted her head, her rosette-flecked fur catching the light, and repeated the sentence from the tablet, her pronunciation crisp but tinged with the melodic lilt of her native tongue.
"I am happily learning English," she said, the p sound emerging as a breathy f, but Thomas nodded, undeterred.
"Close enough," he said, leaning forward. He placed his hand over her chest, fingers splayed to indicate the spot where her vocal cords should vibrate. "The p—it's like this." He mimed the sound, lips pressing together before releasing a soft pfff. T'Liana's tail curled slightly, her ears flattening in concentration.
"I am happily learning English," she tried again, this time adjusting the p to a sharper click. Thomas grinned, his hazel eyes crinkling.
"Better! You're getting the hang of it." He tapped the tablet, where the sentence now glowed in Katzen script, annotated with phonetic guides. T'Liana's tail flicked again, faster now, and she leaned in, her nose nearly brushing his shoulder as she whispered, "Thank you, Thomas."
The words were halting, but the sincerity was unmistakable. Thomas's hand lingered on her shoulder, and for a moment, the cabin felt too small, too warm. T'Liana's tail uncurled, laying loosely around his arm as she tilted her head, nuzzling his neck in a gesture that was neither formal nor flirtatious—just affection.
"You're welcome," he murmured, his voice soft.
The ship's hum seemed to deepen, a steady pulse beneath their quiet exchange. T'Liana's ears twitched, her breath warm against his skin, and for a heartbeat, the unseen stars beyond the bulkhead felt distant, irrelevant.
Somewhere down the corridor, a door hissed open. Thomas pulled back, clearing his throat, but T'Liana didn't let go. Not yet.
"More?" she asked, her tail still over his arm, a question and a plea in one.
Thomas laughed, the sound low and fond. "Always."