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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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The cat-girl strut on over to where the waddling-thing had bleated anxiously. [color=00aeef]"Ahhhh... but something ya fancy there, Mool? Aye, let this here lass aid ya in yer endeavours."[/color]

A few moments more and Mool had ceased its nervous shuffling. Lucky ejected one of her wicked claws and sliced open one side of the cereal box with ease. With a satisfied smile, she had lain the cereal box down before the waddling-thing. But Mool refused to eat. In fact, he shrank away from Lucky.

Lucky's baby blues narrowed at the waddling thing, vertical pupils widening, suspicious at its reaction to her food offering. The cat-girl was rather put off. It was not yet eat time and here she had broken a rule for this little ungrateful piece of--

[color=00aeef]"What's that Dots? Ooooh! Me claw...? Right! Let's remedy that![/color]" suddenly the single wicked blade slipped back into her gauntlet hidden nead the bandages, [color=00aeef]"help a sista' out here wouldja, me girlie and give me a key to sing in..?"[/color]

Rumbling softly, and rather mellodically, from her chest was Luckiy's precious talent; [i]purr-songin'.[/i] In such close vicinity, Mool should feel slightly uplifted, even more slightly in awe, and even more at ease and amicable. [color=00aeef]"There now, lad. All better'n before, aye? Eat up then. And thankee for helpin' t'find the loo fer us. I can take it from here. Smell it from beyond that door, i can. But stop yer jealous eyes, Dots. We eat when our time is, girlie. Now then. Off we go. Ta, Moolie-mools..."[/color]

Lucky snatched up Dots, slipped past the door, closed it tight behind her and traipsed past the crew doors till she neared the loo. But not before pausing to inspect the bright pink decor'd door and the shimmering one. She dared to not touch either, but inadvertantly, she stroked at her bandaged arm. There was something inside that bandaged arm that contained similar kinds of energies and forces as the shimmering door. A dry swallow did Lucky give before moving on.

But of course, she never made it to the loo. Instead, curiosity had gotten the better of her and so she had climbed up the wall and perched above the open door to the bridge where Captain Golby and Whisper stood. Big baby blues peered in at them, shining, wide, and upsidedown. There was noway one of her lowly station would ever boldly strut onto the bridge without permission. But spying...? Sure, why the hell not...

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Much she had gleaned from just staring at the lot of them. Captain Golby seemed to be a good captain and sire. Stone was just as strange and wondrous as her giant, loyal automaton, Cradle. But that Whisper fella...? Something definitely wrong with it. As to what exactly, Lucky could not put a finger on it right now. The voice behind the mask? Perhaps, but time would tell what was wrong with the masked male.

But as soon as they landed upon the chained down estate, Lucky felt that hum once more. Her mind seemed to clear of the nonsensical clutter and whimsical fancies that only a lone and lonely cat-girl would allow in. She could feel it coming on. There was a mission at hand. There was the slow-burn calm. There she was feeling all so useful once more.

[color=00aeef] [sub]"With purpose then, girlie..."[/sub][/color]

Lucky dropped from her perch, brushed herself off, took a rigid stance, both hands clutched behind her back like a good little number. The blue of her eyes dimmed; they dirtied to the hue of gun-metal. [color=00aeef]"Field Agent 06 reporting for scouting duty, Captain,"[/color] said Lucky in a eerily dead calm manner, [color=00aeef]"permission to board the bridge, sire?"[/color]

Upon permission granted, Lucky would march almost trance-like towards the captain. A quick look around at the controls and systems of the helm she took in, then she continued to sweep across the visuals on screen and out the bay windows.[color=00aeef] "That tower looks like our best vantage, sire. 06 will solo there, set up ears, tap their transmissions and hold post. Once triangulate setup complete then 06 will relay visual info and possible threats, entry routes, rendezvous points and running water. 06 ready for further instruction and ready to gear up and deploy on your command, sire..."[/color]