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[h1][color=85C1E9]Lucky[/color][/h1][url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/6fd8/f/2013/259/b/3/cat_by_bayardwu-d6mj96t.jpg]♥[/url]
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Her non-bandaged hand went to her hip and unclasped the white and fluffy thing. Up to Golby's face did Lucky thrust the regally, and for all eternity posed feline, [color=6ecff6]"And this be me bestest of friends. Tis Dotsies. Go on... Say hi then... 'tis the Cap'n Gilby here, girlie...! Oooohhh... She's normally all chatty and forward... but seems to be all shy now..."[/color] 

A humble and apologetic smile she offered up to Goldby before re-attaching Dotsies to her hip.  [color=6ecff6]"And a hearty thanks, one thousand-fold for acceptin' our applications and having the both o' us aboard your grand livin' vessel, sire. Whatever ya needs, me n' Dotsies will not hesitate to provide as we be the best of employees! Oh, and doncha worry your honker off, we won't claw nor consume a single... Krita-chanics? They look of plants anyways... hah...! Ahoy then, Krita-chanics and yer waddling-thing...! Pleased to make acquaintance, if it pleases ya! Safe voyages and best to us all then, mates!  Aye, and again a thousand-fold, aye...!" [/color]

The HOBO device returned to her hand and she crinkled her nose as she studied it with a bit of suspicion. Anything that dealt with 'waves' getting into her brain, she did not fully trust even if it would be to her benefit. But as soon as she put it back on her wrist, she sensed that there was a touch of... dampening that somehow soothed her head.

[color=6ecff6]"Oh I knows, I knows, girlie, 'tis for me own good," [/color]both eyebrows popped up twice to further expand her sarcastic comment, [color=6ecff6]"and why I don't strap a HOBO device round yer neck, I'll never know-- oh riiiiight, Dots, you're allergic to such things... then how do you know how to fiddle with them radio settings...?! Allergic... [i]riiiiight[/i]..."[/color]

Then the loading bay door slowly opened and Lucky suddenly became very upright and rigid, and very very still. Normally bright big blue eyes turned once more into that abyssal black. And although not a single muscle moved, inside her head was utter maelstrom and turmoil. 

When Golby leapt and scampered up the ramp, Lucky followed behind, marching almost robotically till she reached the cargo hold. She then promptly marched along the wall then abrubtly stopped. The cat-girl then turned and stood with her back to the wall, both hands neatly clapsed behind her back. She would  remain in this position until they were ready for take-off. Then her batch would find their respective cages and remain in rest until it was time for 'deployment.' During the flight, each would be fitted with their proper gear depending if they were on infiltration, extraction or cleaner  mode. Each batch had at minimum three Programm--

[color=6ecff6][b]"I AM NOT!!"[/b][/color] screamed out Lucky, and upon all fours and onto the floor of the cargo bay was she now, shaking violently, a snarl pulled up at her lips. The abyssal hue of those eyes echoed the sound of blood red murder's desire in her ragged breath. Suddenly a look of shock overtook the murderous one. One blink, then another and bright and shiny, starry-eyed big blues returned, the abyssal hue now lost. Lucky had once more swam free from the internal maelstrom and turmoil of her Programming. A single head shake she gave then rolled into a kneeling position, a hand palming her forehead.

[color=6ecff6]"More bad sleepy-thinks again Dotsies..." [/color]the sound of primal rage was not found in her normal smokey sounding voice now,[color=6ecff6] "methinks that-- oh! Is this where we stay then? Well, beats being dropped into a cage, I say. Hired help can'ts be choosers it seems..."[/color]

Lucky got up and stretched out her legs and then proceded to unclasp Dotsies from her hip. Vertical pupils in her eyes dilated as she scanned the dimly lit hold. A sweaty palm began to anxiously stroke her regally posed for all eternity besties' head and neck as she inspected the cargo hold. Memories of another time, another place, another living vessel played about, tickling her brain with unease. 

A decent sized container box she found and lifted the lid. It was empty. Perfect. 

Onto its side did the cat-girl lift and turn the container. The lid she propped open and slid inside, only the light of her HOBO device shining in for her to inspect the inner condition of her new 'room.'

[color=6ecff6]"Oh hold tongue a titch, girlie... ain't so bad now. This box dint have no organics in it. Smell. See? Oil and 'lectronics. 'Twas metals  and machines. What..?! Dots no..."[/color]

Lucky rolled onto her back and her bandaged arm swept wide as tried to calm her regally posed bestie, [color=6ecff6]"Oh, donchya be mad... We have all the space we needs here-- oi!!   Whatja say about me arse then?! Half the box?! Oh, I'll 'be kind' and 'do what I can' to give you the 'harms when I must,' ya' barmy fuzzed up girlie...! And doncha do that t'me! Hold yer tongue in now..."[/color]

A finger wagging she gave her white feline pal then abruptly stopped, giggled and hugged Dotsies tight. 

[color=6ecff6]"We gunna be okay, girlie... I swears it...  I do... Mista' Captain Gilby is our new sire and the Big Fella means us no harm... we gunna be okay, I swears it..."[/color]

A sigh she let out, a rough swallow she took and shiny big blues stared at her glowing HOBO device.

[color=6ecff6][sub]"What is the directive..."[/sub][/color]