.AN: Did you like your hugs? *GASP* YOU DID? Well then, I feel accomplished.
PS- GuyIntheBackground, I know where you live :). U scared bro? :) I'm gonna find you!
JOKING! Anyways, let's get to the story…
(Two days ago…)
"O'Brien, I've contacted the UN. They've approved your case. Your ship leaves in two days' time." Admiral Whiten said, holding out his hand. Blake nodded and shook it. He turned and faced Katt.
"One step closer to clearing our names…"
(One day ago…)
"What the hell?" Blake wondered aloud, waking up in the middle of the night to a frightened Katt clinging desperately to him in his bunk.
New Britannia, being a rain forest planet, obviously had a lot of rain. However, the storms on this planet happened to be a tad bit more severe than on others. It's no surprise that since it was Katt's first storm on this planet, that she would become a little startled.
"Katt, get in your own bed." He said in the darkness. But no reply ever came. Blake stayed still and felt steady; warm breathes washing over his neck, signifying that the feline was in Dreamsville. Blake sighed in defeat, knowing there was no use trying to free him-self from her death grip. He lied back on the pillow, with a sleeping alien cat cuddled against him. Who would've thought that the same person who was willing to follow along on a suicide mission… was also afraid of lightning?
Unbeknownst to him, Katt was awake that whole time, smirking all the while…
(Present day, 1300 hours Earth Standard Time, outskirts of Abel system, UNAF frigate: Armageddon…)
… Blake and Katt decided for the better to just forget about the incident two nights ago. They were aboard a UN frigate headed to the mother system. It was about a month long journey, considering that a frigate couldn't move as fast as a fighter. Katt wasn't exactly keen on showing herself around the rest of the crew, so they spent most of their time in their cabin.
So there they were, locked in a fierce battle to the death. Blake's eyes narrowed and he made his move before Katt could see it coming.
"Checkmate…" He muttered, moving his rook to a direct line to her king. Katt growled in her throat and rubbed her chin. Finally, after a few minutes, she slid one of her bishops to the rook, eliminating the threat and placing the piece in the dead pile. Sadly, Blake had foreseen the move, and therefor placed his queen in a position where it could move in. He slid the piece directly in front of the king. Katt laughed.
"Nice one, now gimme that queen." She said and moved her king forward, taking out the queen. "Queen gone, nothing left but a rook and a few pawns to defend the king. Looks like I'm finally going to win." She gloated. Blake didn't even flinch.
"War demands sacrifice." He muttered. That's when Katt realized her mistake. When she moved her king forward, she placed it right in the path of a pawn. Her right eye twitched with frustration as Blake moved the piece forward and shoved the king off the board. "Check."
Katt snarled and swatted the board with her paw, causing it to fly off the table, and scattering the pieces all over the room. She stormed over to her bed and slid in, her arms crossed. Blake sighed and turned off the holographic projector. The board, along with all of the pieces, disappeared. Blake quietly chuckled and strolled over to the edge of her bed.
"Go away." She pouted like a child. Blake would've taken a picture if he had a camera with him.
"What's wrong, kitten?"
"Don't call me that."
"What's wrong?"
"You beat me at chess three times in a row."
"And so you react by curling up in your bed and crying about it?"
"Pretty much, yep."
"Hmm…" Blake muttered, slowly pacing the room with his hands behind his back. An idea sparked in his head and he grinned. He walked over to his bag and pulled out a sock. Next, he found a length of string and tied it around the end of the sock. Katt watched him, her bottom lip puffed out. Blake walked over to one end of the room and tossed the sock onto the foot of her bed. He gently jerked the string, causing the sock to twitch.
"Blake, don't you dare!" Katt warned, her frown growing deeper. Unfortunately, she was losing the battle, and her eyes were fixated on the sock.
'Resist… urge… to pounce… sock!' she repeated in her mind. Finally, her instincts won. With a small meow, she dove for the sock. Blake gave the string a little tug, causing it to jump out of the way at the last second. Katt landed gracefully at the foot of the bed and prepared to strike again. She chased the sock all the way around the room. When Blake had enough, he simply pulled the sock back into his hands. Unfortunately, Katt hadn't had enough. Regardless of where it was, she dove for the sock once more. Blake looked up just in time to get a face full of pink fur as Katt tackled him backwards to the ground.
"MMM!" Katt tried to yell something at him, but found that she couldn't, for her lips seemed to be connected to something. Said thing was warm and soft, and fit her lips perfectly. Finally, the message got through to both of them, and all hell broke loose.
"AAAAAH!" they screamed at the same time and jumped away from each other. Blake backed up against the door, and Katt sat on her bed.
"YOU KISSED ME!" they shouted at the same time.
"I KISSED YOU?" they shouted again, pointing to themselves.
"YEAH, YOU DID!" they shouted once more.
"IF YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT STUPID SOCK TRICK, IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!" Katt shouted.
"IF YOU HADN'T CHASED AFTER THE DAMN THING, IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!"
"OH DON'T YOU BLAME ME!"
"I WILL BLAME YOU!" Blake roared. They stood absolutely still, glaring at each other. With an exasperated sigh, Blake turned on his heel and stormed out the door.
"OH, OF COURSE, RUN THE FUCK AWAY!" Katt shouted after him and folded her arms…
"… Crazy bitch… Fucking pins me to the ground and kisses me…" Blake grumbled as he walked down the hall. His destination, the officers' lounge. That was the good thing about being a Captain; you got all the good stuff. The lounge was an ornate room with oak paneling and a full stocked bar. It featured a large TV, pool table, and dart board, as well as leather furniture.
Blake walked in, and found the room empty except for a few other men. He gave them a curt nod and walked behind the bar. Right now he needed something to wash away the memories, as well as the taste of that filthy alien. He had just the thing, too: an Irish Car Bomb.
As he prepared the drink, his subconscious began fighting against his head like it always did. His head was usually too stubborn to give in, and would always conflict with it.
Face it, you liked it.
'No, I didn't. That was one of the worst things to ever happen to me.'
You're lying.
'NO, I am not lying. She's an alien, for Christ's sake!'
So?
'SO, she probably has a bunch of weird diseases on her or something like that.'
I know you too well. That's not why you're against it.
'She's a fucking CAT! DO YOU HEAR ME? A C-A-T!'
No shit, Sherlock! Did you figure that out all by yourself?
'Let me finish. I'm a HUMAN. She's a CAT! Do you NOT see the difference?'
I do, I just thought it never really mattered. Don't you remember Taylor and Annette?
'. Don't you EVER bring them into this. They were both humans, and both were the same race. The only difference is that they were of different nationality. This is different. This is like me fucking Steve!'
Steve is a domestic house cat. And he is male. This would be nothing like that, you sick bastard. She's humanoid in appearance. The only things you have in the way are the ears, tail, and fur. And if I know you well enough, you seem to get quite a turn on from looking at furry-
'DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE! Why are you here anyways?'
To stop you from possibly making one of the biggest mistakes of your life.
'What mistake?'
Look at her. She's beautiful, young, and knows how to kick arse! Don't tell me you've never thought about a night with her.
'Damn, I'll give you that. But I would probably be extremely drunk or desperate.'
BULL-FUCKING-SHIT! You never quit, do you? You know, I think it's because you're afraid.
'What could I possibly be scared of?'
Commitment.
'Don't try that shit with me. I'm scared of nothing.'
And don't YOU try that shit with me. You're not the most social person. It's no surprise you'd be unwilling to enter what would be your first relationship.
'It's not my fault that I was raised in the highlands. There were only about three people every two miles out there. I was home schooled for God's sake!'
So you don't deny that you're not social, and have never had a girlfriend?
'I'm not anti-social, I just prefer my privacy. And women are a waste of time.'
OH SCREW THIS! IT'S NO USE! YOU ARE THE MOST STUBBORN MOTHER FUCKER IN THE UNIVERSE, DO YOU KNOW THAT?
Blake's subconscious stopped pestering him, and he snapped out of his trance. He found that he had left the cream in the whiskey too long, and it had curdled. He sighed, no use wasting a good pint of Guinness. He raised the shot glass with the whiskey and cream, and then dropped the whole thing into the large glass. He lifted the glass to his lips and chugged the contents in the traditional fashion. He downed to concoction in less than five seconds and slammed the glass on the counter. The empty shot glass rattled around in the glass. He felt the cream stick in his throat, and he had to swallow extra hard to wash it down. He slumped in his bar stool and placed his head in his hands…
… Katt sighed and store up at the ceiling. For confirmation she touched her lips, and the memories came back to haunt her.
"Bastard… I hate you…" she grumbled under her breath. And she meant it, too. The next time she saw him, she was going to tear his throat out! Because of him, her friends now saw her as an enemy, her government wanted her dead, and now she was at the mercy of the humans. "Could my life get any worse?"
"Yes, it could." A sinister voice whispered. Before Katt knew it, a cloth soaked in chloroform was pressed to her nose and she was out like a light. The man picked up an interstellar phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Yamanaitsu, it's done."
"Good. Grab the weapons and the girl, then get out of there without being seen."
"Yes sir." The man said. The line went dead. He hurriedly slung the duffel with the M16s on his back and a hauled Katt over his shoulders. He made sure the coast was clear before skirting into the hallway and to the hangar, where he boarded a small ship and took off…
… Yamanaitsu watched with a dark grin through the view screen as the small ship separated from the frigate. He chuckled and pressed a button on his ship's intercom.
"All ships, we have the package. Commence the assault. Leave no survivors…"
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