[center][h1][i]WHISPER[/i][/h1][/center]

[i][color=BC8F8F]Hmm, is someone calling me?[/color][/i]

Something stirred on the back of his head. [i][color=BC8F8F]Huh, must have been my imagination.[/color][/i] Whisper quietly waited for the return of his spy while parsing through the weaponry. Nothing in special attracted him from the assortment with the exception of the daggers and perhaps the various pistols which he would most certainly have to scrap entirely and build one from the good parts and with functioning ammo. None was the matter, though. The man had made deadly weapons from much worse sources, so this was child's play for him. Having that thought, he chose one dagger that he took a particular liking to, making it disappear as if by magic into one of his pockets. It was a [url=https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/e9QAAOSw0vBUZXFc/s-l300.jpg]pitch black curved blade[/url], made entirely out of bones, most likely a tribe's possession, the creature it came from a mystery to him, but curiously it was still extremely sharp and durable, even more so than many conventional metals. The weapon simply felt right in his hands, as if it was custom made for him. Perhaps later he should ask the captain where he got it from. He could smell the profit coming here from a mile away.

Finally, just when Whisper was about done with organizing the room, he heard a squeaking behind him, the sign of his scout returning. Looking back, he saw the critter in the same place and position it was in when he found it. He approached, squatting down and picking the rat up with his hands, bringing it up close to his face before taking his mask off once again, the pitch black eyes staring into the thing's own. Finally, the images and sounds came flooding in, and he saw everything the little one had gone through in the endeavor. The Bobblings, sure enough, were everywhere in the ship, making it hard for his spy to go by unnoticed, but thankfully they weren't keen on taking its life. First, he saw the kitchen, full of just about the most generic nutritious canned food. [color=BC8F8F][i]At least we won't starve[/i][/color], Whisper supposed. And then he got to the bay and saw...

[color=BC8F8F][i]Dancing?[/i][/color]

Yeah, that was the cat-lady, Lucky, and her cat, Dot-something-, with the Bobblings joining too. A... strange event, to say the least. The rat seemed also to find the whole thing a bit curious, seeing by the fact it halted in place for a few seconds to simply stare at the dance. The lady stopped the strange performance as her companion fell back into the container all of a sudden. Was this something to take note of? He supposed from all the weird things he saw on the ship this wouldn't be placed in the to-

[color=BC8F8F][i]Wait, what is she doing?![/i][/color]

Abruptly, everything turned into a blur. The critter, noticing the sudden movement of a predator, scurried with its utmost speed through the corners of the room, fleeing for its life while looking for a potential exit. Whisper heard the horrible sound of metal grating against metal, as the rat finally found an exit through a vent into another room. His escape was complete, but not before it felt a sudden sharp pain on its behind. This didn't stop the little one, however, as it rushed along. The lady's voice echoed through the vent, as she spoke her threat to the spy. The thief could more or less get the gist of it, even through the whole weird speech, as Lucky was very adamant on the captain not knowing about her dance with the Bobblings. How did she think that a rat could possibly tell him that in the first place? Maybe she knew the rat was being possessed? That didn't seem very likely from the way she spoke. Wait, why was she even afraid of getting found out again? Was the captain that stern about his employees dancing? It didn't matter much in the end.

In retrospect, Whisper supposed he should have been mindful of using a rat to scout a ship while a cat-human hybrid with superhuman capabilities was hanging around. Ah, yes, there was also the whole cutting through steel with her own claws. Perhaps it was a good idea not to get on the lady's bad side. While the thief was reflecting on the encounter, the rat had already moved on from the bay into the rest of the ship. The remaining venture was rather uneventful compared to the altercation at the bay. He found the engine room, where the [b][s]insolent bug[/s][/b] was resting at, the seemingly abandoned infirmary, and the bedrooms at the end of the ship. There were also the rooms near the Armory, bigger ones this time, probably for the crew, that curiously enough no one had chosen to take for their own when boarding the ship. In there he saw what looked like a child's bedroom, and another one within which a blinding light was coming through, making his spy unable to enter. Was there already a crew living on the ship? He never thought to ask the captain that, so he supposed it was not entirely impossible. Either way, for now, his scouting was done and he had more or less memorized the notable locations in the ship.

He returned to his own self, satisfied with what he had seen, before finally looking over the little critter again. Of course, now that Whisper knew where to look he noticed a part of its tail that was cut clean through, making him feel rather bad for sending him in a mission that could have perhaps taken its life. He sent the rat away, making sure to order it to stay very far away from the bay, or the cat duo in general, and watched it as it disappeared back into the vents again. The thief put back his mask before getting back up. He was finished in here for now. Perhaps it was time to get talking with the captain. He had a few questions he would like answered.

Going up the stairs, Whisper arrived at the bridge, where he finally noticed where the sound he had been faintly hearing was coming from. Captain Golby hummed along with the song coming from the radio while navigating the living creature. He seemed at leisure here, so hopefully, he wouldn't mind being interrupted for a bit of conversation.

[color=BC8F8F]"Hey, captain!"[/color] Whisper greeted in his robotic voice, putting his back against the wall as he observed the control room curiously. [color=BC8F8F]"So, I've been looking through the armory... Lots of interesting stuff there, huh? Spears, daggers, guns of some sort, all kinds of weapons... I organized it a bit, can probably be helpful for the crew when the time comes... Hope you don't mind me taking my workshop there, didn't seem like there was anyone using it... Yeah..."[/color] He stopped for a few seconds, thinking his words through, before continuing. [color=BC8F8F]"So, hey captain, do you have a child or something?"[/color]