Star Trek: Starbase 777 - acmo：lt-m′ow﹢lt-jg-pendleton

[PADD] To: Lieutenant Hsarr M'ow From: Ensign Konstanze Falada-Schuchert

Greetings Lieutenant, 
from what I gathered I've been assigned to you for the "shadowing" program? So I wanted to ask you what your expectations for this are. I'm unsure of when I am supposed to be where and what I should do. Any information is appreciated. Thank you.
Ensign Falada-Schuchert

[PADD] From: Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow To: Ensign Konstanze Falada-Schuchert

Hello, ensign! Do you mean the mentor program? If so, then you are correct in that we’ve been paired! From what I’ve heard, the purpose of this program is for low ranking officers to have some sort of guidance, someone to go to for advice. If you like, we can meet up at some point today. Doctor M’ow

[PADD] From: Ensign Konstanze Falada-Schuchert To: Lieutenant Hsarr M'ow

I'm on shift for another half an hour, but after that I have time. If you have time that is. If you're alright with it we can meet, just tell me a time and place. It's nice meeting you Lieutenant. (well theoretically we've not met yet, but oh well...)

[PADD] To: Ensign Konstanze Falada-Schuchert From: Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow

How does #deleted-channel at 1130 hours sound? And it has been nice to ‘meet’ you as well, Ensign. Please do call me doctor, if you must be professional, it sounds slightly more casual than my rank.

They made it! Home sweet home. They sighed in relief, going into the bedroom and immediately flopping down, inhaling the bedsheets to allow themself to be comforted by Wheatley’s scent. Their fur was messy as hell from not getting the chance to fix it at all that day, and they felt numb and achey at the same time. And they wanted their noodle boyfriend. The door of the bedroom was left open; Wheatley would have a clear view in.

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And here he is, finally! Wheatley burst in and the first thing he did was to take off his shirt and shoes, groaning as he stretched his back. Hell, he didn't even register that the poor kitty doctor was collapsed on the bed, because he wanted so badly to take a shower and take a nap on the cold floor of the quarters.

Hsarr sat up, ears pricked, when they heard the other enter. “Sweetheart?” They called. “You’re okay?” They sounded overjoyed at this fact. They sprung up (R.I.P. paw pads, there was definitely some blood now) and sprinted over to him.

Poor Wheatley squealed like a little girl and whipped around, only to be met with a jumping Caitian who was sprinting right at him. "WAIT I'M SWEATY—"

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Hsarr, who currently looked like a train wreck, couldn’t care less, but stopped (further damaging their paws, yikes) out of consideration for their partner. “Hi,” They breathed, deciding to ignore the fact that Wheatley was, in fact, sweaty and shirtless. ~~kinda hot.~~

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Wheatley, who also currently looked like a train wreck, smiled and waved at them. "Hi." While forgetting the fact he was literally dripping with sweat. God help this poor noodle.

“What happened, sweetheart? You look like someone ran you under water,” Hsarr observed, tilting their head. “Hold on, stay right there,” They said, sprinting off to grab some towels from the bathroom. Wheatley needed to cool off before he got in the shower.

"You could say so... Almost boiled to death down in Engineering." He chuckled awkwardly, scratching his wet golden hair as he saw them sprint towards the bathroom.

Two plush towels were handed to the noodle as Hsarr returned. Unbeknownst to them, they were tracking little red paw prints all over the floor, from their bleeding pads. “Boiled to death? What?!”

"The environmental controls were completely off track, I had to get the help of three engineers and cut off a section of a wall with a plasma torch. All of it while in pitch black darkness." He spoke as if it was just a Tuesday occasion. Nothing much, y'know. "But hey, I'm here now! Sweaty, but still here. And I'm glad you're here too, luv."

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Hsarr was deeply concerned by all of this, but purred involuntarily when they were called ‘luv’. “Get yourself dried, cool down, and then I’ll run you a shower,” Hsarr said, the purr getting in the way of some of their words. “Dork,” They added, because Wheatley just looked like a dork.

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"No, you go and cool down. I cooled down enough, see-" He wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Now I just need some water and to get myself cleaned up..."

“Wheatley, I have fur. I literally cannot cool down,” They laughed. “I’ll get you the water,” They started toward the replicator, making even more paw prints without noticing. Why did their paws sting?

"You can through your paw pads, if I'm not mistake-eeEEENNOH WHAT THE HELL. Hsarr!!" He looked down and gasped, seeing all the bloody paw prints on the ground.

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Hsarr turned around, wincing. “What- oh.” Hsarr realized. “So that’s why they hurt more than normal,” They blinked. “Oh well, it’s fine-“ (edited)

He automatically decided that this wasn't fine and physically picked them up, placing them down onto the bed. "No. You sit here, I'll get you some lotion and a dermal rege... Uh, regenerative... thingy, yeah." Engineer time.

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“Wha-“ They half-yelped half-protested as they were picked up and placed on the bed. They couldn’t help but laugh at he fact that their boyfriend, currently shirtless, a lanky British noodle of an engineer, was going to Doctor them.

"What?-" He pouted and sassily put his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side like a curious owl. "Try not to walk for the time being, I'm taking whatever you need to you."

“Yes, Doctor,” Hsarr retorted, just as sassily. But they were grinning like a dumbass, so it didn’t really have the right effect. “A dermal regenerator, under the couch. And the lotion is in the cabinet in the bathroom,” They directed.

"...okay why's there a dermal regenerator under the couch-" He blanked out for a second before he went over and looked for the aforementioned things. After finding them, he went back to the bed and beckoned Hsarr to get closer.

Hsarr scooted, taking the items and beginning to use the dermal regenerator. “I stashed it there because you’re accident prone, sweetheart,” They informed him, finishing up with one paw and moving to the other.

"Ouch, right in the feelings?" Wheatley jokingly clutched his own chest. "I guess I'm a little accident prone."

“Maybe more than a little. But it’s mostly not your fault,” They finished up with the dermal regenerator and began spreading the lotion on their toe beans. “Plus, it just means I have more reasons to cuddle you,” They added, winking so that only their real eye was open. Lucky that Wheatley still didn’t know about their missing eye.

"Guess so. And well, it is kind of my fault for being so bloody tall! Man alive!" He gently pat the top of his head, ruffling his hair. And thank goodness that he didn't know, he'd probably freak the hell out...

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“Do you want to go take your shower now? I think I’m due some After-Crisis Cuddles,” Hsarr smiled softly, ears twitching. Wheatley, sadly, would find out whenever Hsarr went to put eye drops in because their tear ducts had been damaged by the glass shard that had taken their eye out of commission. Or if they started crying.

"I think I'll take a shower first, I'm way too sweaty for it to be comfortable for us both!" He chuckled loudly and took one of the towels, draping it over his shoulders.

“Alright, I’ll wait,” Hsarr nodded, gesturing to the bathroom with their tail. “I’d offer to run the water for you, but I’ve been confined to my bed,” They added.

"Don't worry about it, for now you have to rest! And you better stay there." He exclaimed, walking to the bathroom and closing up the door.

Hsarr smiled, sighing happily. They scooted over so they could reach their nightstand, opened up a drawer, and pulled out a bottle of eye drops. They would groom their fur first, so it didn’t stick up every which way, and then put in the drops. They licked their paws and began smoothing out the fur behind their ears. A couple minutes later, (Wheatley would probably be out of the shower soon), they opened up the top of the bottle and dropped a single drop of the solution in their right eye.

Wheatley got out of the shower not long after, dressed up in off duty clothing and having a towel on his head. Sighing in relief, he went over to the bed and sat down next to them as he laid back down.

Hsarr set the bottle aside and flopped down beside The Noodle. “Better?” They asked, face-bonking his side affectionately. A single paw came up to rest on his heart. A purr slowly rumbled from their throat as they spoke. (edited)

"Much better, really..." He chuckled and gently scooted over to them, wrapping an achy arm around them.

“Wheatley, you’re cute,” Hsarr told him, blinking slowly at the engineer. “Have I told you that? You’re really cute and really sweet,”

"Oh, am I now?" He looked at them, slow blinking back. "I'm not that cute... Most of the time I'm just awkward." Wheatley lightly shrugged.

“I think you’re cute. So there,” Hsarr informed him, sitting up and stealing a nose boop. “You’re also very handsome, as well, believe me,”

[D] Wheatley was in the common room of the quarters, preparing another little something from Hsarr as he wore his favorite apron. He was happy, listening to music on his headphones and calmly making the dough for another pastry he had in mind to make for his loved one, so it was as if nothing could go wrong now.

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[D] Hsarr was there, too, like the computer had said. They sat curled up on the couch, reading. It was calm in their quarters, and they had the benefit of watching their boyfriend move confidently through the kitchen, headphones and apron on, looking even dorkier than normal. Definitely a look for him.

Krerr's ringing of the bell caused a chime to echo through the room, just loud enough for Wheatley to hear over his music.

Wheatley's head perked up and he immediately stopped, lowering his headphones as he turned around. "Huh, someone's at the door! Hold up, I'll get it-" Cleaning up his hands, Wheatley headed to the door and awaited to welcome whoever was behind it. "Computer, open door please!"

In stepped a middle-aged Catian woman, looking very confused as to why there was a blonde twig standing in front of her and not her only surviving child. "Hello? My name is Krerr M'ow. I'm looking for my s- child," She caught herself, but it was still obvious she wasn't with the program.

Hsarr sat, hidden by Wheatley's body, staring in disbelief. Their mother...was here? They hadn't seen her since they were fourteen...they winced when she almost called them her son.

His jaw dropped a little and he quickly stepped aside, smiling awkwardly as he soon began sweating bullets. Hsarr hadn't mentioned that their mother would be here... Of course, he didn't know about the whole spazz, so he was already wanting to be nice to her. "O-oh-! Of course, come in!"

Krerr nodded, smiling at this polite British man. Was he one of Hsarr's friends? How lovely. "Hsarr, darling, there you are," She said, her eyes finding her child's.

"M-mom," Hsarr still couldn't believe it. "Are you- this is real? Mom, it's been- it's been almost seventeen years," They couldn't move, couldn't even see Wheatley's reaction...their mother had sent them away after their family's house blew up, killing their brother and father...and now she was just...here? With no warning?

He turned to her and then to Hsarr, seeing their reaction... They looked as if they had seen a ghost. Maybe that would be accurate, just maybe. "....er, i might've missed a few things."

"Yes, but I'm here now, and that's all that matters," She said. The last time she had seen her child...was the aftermath of her assassination of her husband, which unfortunately resulted in the death of their twin brother. "Why don't you introduce me to your friend here?"

Hsarr blinked, then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, right, you're right, I'm sorry, Mother. Wheatley, this is...my mom. Mother, this is Wheatley, my boyfriend," They stood and moved to their partner's side, needing some strength. "I'm sorry I never told you- I didn't know she was coming," They whispered.

He smiled nervously and brought his lanky arm up, his large hand out for a handshake as he tried to go off as not being awkward when he was the literal embodiment of awkwardness. "N-nice to meet you, ma'am!-"

Krerr took his hand and shook it, still smiling. "You two seem like very good friends," Apparently she hadn't heard the 'boyfriend' part of that introduction. "How long have you two known each other?" She asked, taking a seat in an armchair.

Hsarr buried their face in their paws. Of course their mother wouldn't acknowledge that they were dating Wheatley. "Wheat, it's alright, she doesn't seem to realize we're together...and her opinion doesn't matter to me anymore," They said in a low voice, hoping Wheatley but not Krerr would hear.

He turned to them and kind of shrugged, almost as if he understood what was happening. But when he turned to her, he put on a smile and sat down with them as he replied, "W-well, it's kind of a funny story. We met at first in a restaurant right here in the station, and later in the sickbay where i went to take my first physical. Then it evolved from there, and now we're together-!" Wheatley, being the little fuck he was, still wanted to proudly proclaim that they were a thing.

"Oh, you two are- a couple? I never would've guessed. How sweet," She said, tilting her head at her apparently very queer child. Was this T'rirr's fault? He had been questioning before the incident...which was what she came here to talk to him about. No big deal, I killed your dad and twin, but let's get to know each other! Perfectly normal conversation.

Hsarr was growing more and more embarrassed by the second. They loved that story-- they would probably tell it every day if the pair of them ever adopted any children-- but to their queer-blind mother? And the way Krerr was looking at them...almost like they were disbelieving of their identity. Possibility was a cut-throat place.

He could almost touch the palpable tension among Hsarr and his mother, so he coughed awkwardly and scooted closer to them. Boi is very awkward indeed. "Eheh, yep...!"

"Well, it's lovely to see you, darling! Possibility got quiet without you and your brother running around-- of course, I can't exactly visit him, now, can I?" She chuckled.

Hsarr's blood went cold. How dare she joke about something like that? Their brother was dead, and they would gladly claw the bastard who planted that bomb to death. "No. You can't," Hsarr spat out, glaring daggers at the woman. "Because he's dead. I was in therapy over that for five years."

His shoulders immediately tensed and his eyes widened in horror. Their... They had a twin brother...? And they... Oh god, maybe that was the source of the scar?? He immediately shut up and almost shrunk into his seat, his heart sinking with fear as he hoped nothing would go wrong at the moment.

"That's right, shame he got caught in the explosion...if you two hadn't been racing..." She glanced at Wheatley. "Perhaps that's a discussion for another time."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hsarr asked bluntly. "I haven't seen you in almost two decades, and you waltz in here all 'Hi, nice to see you again, I'd visit your brother but you watched him get exploded?'" They huffed. "I'm- I- you have to leave. Because I haven't gotten to tell my loving boyfriend any of this, and he doesn't deserve to find out like this. Wheatley, I'm so sorry," Their mind was racing, they hadn't even caught the hint that that explosion might not have been random.

Oh, now he got angry. He immediately got up and pointed to the doorway, "Please leave. You didn't need to say these things, ma'am, but with all due respect you need to leave." He replied, his voice trembling slightly as his own unruly anger began building inside of him like a boiler ready to explode.

"Goodness, I don't know why tempers are so high all of the sudden...fine, if I've overstayed my welcome, I'll leave...but I will speak to my son again," She said in a decisive tone. "Hsarr. This conversation isn't over," She said, green eyes piercing her child's blue ones before she turned and walked out, her entire posture graceful and entitled. It was an act; one she learned well during training.

As soon as the door slid shut, Hsarr let out an angry, pathetic sob. T'rirr...they could see his face so clearly now...he used to follow them wherever they went after the accident- therapy had taken that away, but here was his brother, perfectly preserved at fourteen, standing as a ghostlike figure just past Wheatley.

Wheatley immediately walked over to them and held them up, afraid they'd collapse to the ground and possibly hurt themselves. "H-hey, hey... Hsarr. It's going to be okay, mate... It's going to be okay." And with that, he wrapped his arms around them and held them close, closing his eyes.

"Wheatley- I'm so sorry I never told you any of this," Hsarr mumbled, muffled by the fabric of Wheatley's shirt. "I just- I wanted to forget, but I miss them so much- my dad and T'rirr...I can't believe she'd be so heartless about it," They said in between sobs, paws going around Wheatley's back as they let the scent and warmth remind them that they were safe, not witnessing their brother's body be torn apart by and explosion. Their scar stung in remembrance.

"HEY, hey. Hsarr... It's okay. I don't mind. You didn't have an obligation to tell me about it, if it hurts you so much. It's okay, mate... See, I'm not hurt by you hiding it. But your mother... With all due respect, but she was a twat just now." He angrily furrowed his eyebrows, holding them close.

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No shame at all.

"She...she never acted like that before...you deserve to know, Wheatley, you deserve to know where I came from and what my past is," They shook their head, clinging to the closeness of the man they loved. "Do you- I told you where I grew up, right?"

"You haven't, but now it doesn't matter. If it hurts you to remember, then i don't want to know. I want you to be okay." He replied, still holding them close.

Hsarr just sighed. "It isn't...that bad. There are some good parts to this story...the end is the part I hate," They cast a glance at where the T'rirr 'ghost' had been standing. It was gone now; they wondered if it was gone for good.

[D] A message appeared on Hsarr’s PADD.

To: Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow From: Fleet Admiral Xaav’ax Aisut Subject: Meeting Lieutenant, Please make your way to the conference room on the Operations Ring at your earliest convenience. - Fleet Admiral Xaav’ax Aisut, Head of Security, Starfleet

When Hsarr received this message, immediately they were Fear.jpg. What could a literal Fleet Admiral have to talk to them about? They straightened their uniform as much as they could and left their quarters.

[D] There they sat. Alone. They were sitting on the couch, staring ahead. At what, exactly, they weren’t sure. The wall could be rather interesting. They’d been seeing him again. T’rirr. He was there, just in the corner of Hsarr’s vision. A shadow. And echo. A whisper in the wind. He never said anything. He just watched them, eyes wide. Hsarr could see the question in those haunting eyes. “Why? Why do you get to live, and I don’t?” Hsarr didn’t have the answer. They never had the answer. What was the answer? Maybe there wasn’t an answer.

The door chimed.

When the door chimed, it sounded like the sound came from under some large body of water or another. It was muffled, they hardly heard it. They opened the door from the couch cushion and stopped, feeling all their senses sharpen immediately. Their blood ran cold.

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Krerr stepped inside, meeting her son- child’s eyes. It had been a while since the last time she’d tried to explain herself to Hsarr, so she was trying again. “Hello,” She greeted. “Is that…friend…of yours around?” She asked. He had been very…distracting to Hsarr. It was a problem.

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“Mother,” Hsarr bit out. “My boyfriend is not here, no,” They spat. “What do you want?” Their neck fur spiked, creating a ring of fluff. It was clear that she was not welcome.

“I want to talk, Hsarr. And I won’t dance around the issue this time,” She said, smiling. Without asking first, she sat down beside them, tail twitching slowly. She didn’t try, but everything about her posture and tone radiated menace.

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They stayed silent, flinching away when she sat down beside them.

She tutted when Hsarr flinched. He was far too defensive. “So. Obviously you remember the accident that happened when you were 14, right, my dear?” When Hsarr nodded, she continued. “It wasn’t an accident. Not exactly. You see…” “I’m part of an organization known as the Blue Wind. My father was a loyal member, and I was the leader’s star pupil. Until…until I met your father. He was part of a group of peace-seeking pacifists called the Green Fist— one of our greatest threats. My mission was to assassinate him. But I couldn’t. We ran away together. I was happy, for a while, but the guilt of what I’d done plagued me constantly. Finally…I snapped.” “Hsarr, you have to believe me. That bomb wasn’t meant for your brother— only your father. Please, forgive me,”

No. No. No. Stars, please, no… Hsarr felt weak. Drained. Betrayed. They were floating— none of this was real. It was all a nightmare, a horrible, twisted dream, and they would awaken with Wheatley curled around them, and he would kiss them softly on the head and tell them to go back to sleep. Their eyes were unfocused, the world was falling around them, when… They saw him. T’rirr. And the question…the question had been answered. “Why are you alive, and not me?” Because their mother was a monster. Anger swelled in Hsarr’s chest, threatening to explode in a violent storm. So they let it. They stood, blinking back tears. “MONSTER!” They roared, claws unsheathed. “YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED MY FATHER AND YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!” They shrieked, a hazy red clouding their vision.

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She had hoped it wouldn’t go this way. She had prayed, oh, stars she had prayed, that her only living family would forgive her.* She knew what she had to do. She lunged at Hsarr. She towered over them, they stood no chance. It was in no way a fair fight, especially when she was a trained assassin. She drew the kitchen knife out of her jacket, connecting with their shoulder as she fought them back against a wall.

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Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit- They pushed against her, claws still unsheathed, and heard a hiss of…pain? Their paws felt wet. They stumbled away, shoulder bleeding, trying desperately to escape. Something sharp lodged in their foot. They looked down, eyes widening as they registered the fact that they had just been stabbed right in the foot. They tried to pick it up but stopped, hissing as they realized the knife was jammed into the floor just enough to stick them in place. This was the end. “Goodbye, Wheatley…” The whispered as Krerr loomed over them. (edited)

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He walked in and lowered his head to not hit it, and was about to speak out when he realized that the Caitian standing up... Wasn't Hsarr. Only then that he realized that Hsarr was actually on the ground, bleeding profusely and hurt... Wheatley's body tensed up with nothing but pure rage as he recognized who was standing in the quarters. No thoughts. No judgement. Nothing but rage as he lunged at Krerr, swinging violently at her with all his leftover strength. "GET AWAY FROM THEM!!!"

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Krerrr was about to finish Hsarr off when she was shoved away. Her eyes widened. It was…that friend. Goodness, he was loyal, wasn’t he? She wondered why, then focused on the more immediate threat: the angry noodle. “I’m just having a conversation- with my son-“ She panted. Her forehead was bleeding from Hsarr’s claws, and she was out of breath, but determined to win. Maybe there would have to be two casualties…a shame.

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"Conversation?! You call an assassination attempt a CONVERSATION?!? You better get away from them before i have a conversation with you aS YOU BLEED OUT!!" He didn't care about anything now as he stood between her and Hsarr, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he put up his fists. "You better step away right NOW."

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“Young man, you don’t understand, I’m afraid,” She said calmly as she adjusted her ponytail, blinking slowly and calmly. “My son knows something he didn’t take the greatest.” She bunched the muscles in her legs, preparing to spring. “So I’m afraid-“ She launched herself at Wheatley “he can’t be allowed to live.”

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He threw himself to the ground right on time, getting back to his feet and running as fast as he could towards the table where he was making his pastries the hours before. He took his metal rolling pin and charged at her, screaming out as he swung at her. "And I'm not letting you hurt them!! YOU MURDERER!!"

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The pin collided with her side with a crack as a rib was fractured. She fell back. “Dear, why does it matter to you? You have other friends, surely. Hsarr is rather…plain to be your only friend,” She put her arms up to block the next swing as she attempted to stand up, balancing on a fluffy tail.

Meanwhile, Hsarr’s breathing was weak as blood poured from their wounds. They closed their eye, swallowed by black. It was quiet.

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He stopped to conserve what was left of his energy, growling and panting heavily as sweat dripped down his forehead. "You truly don't understand, do you? You horrible, pitiful thing. They're the love of my whole life, and I'd rather have your blood in my hands than let you kill them." And with that he tapped his commbadge, "Wheatley Pendleton to security, I NEED HELP!! There's an attempted murderer in ACMO Hsarr M'ow's quarters and I'm currently fighting her off!! COME HELP US NOW!!!" He then began swinging again, hands clutching the rolling pin for his own dear life as he aimed directly at her head. (edited)

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Krerr kept fighting, clutching yet another knife, taking blow after blow from the rolling pin. Shit. Everything had gone wrong. Of course.

Wheatley was screaming bloody murder as he kept on hitting her with the pin.

As the doors to the quarters opened Elwyn entered, immediately raising her phaser at the ongoing situation, first at Wheatley, and then towards the person who clearly wasn’t Starfleet. “Starfleet Security! Stop what you’re doing and show me your hands now!” She said loudly at the ongoing fray, her tone having completely switched from ‘neutral yet focused’ to ‘I’m not messing around’. Upon noticing the knife her attention became mainly focused on that and the individual holding it. “Put the knife down!” (edited)

Sam walked into the room and looked between the three people present, noticing the injured Caitian. She'd call Medical after the situation was dealt with, right now they simply needed to make sure this crazy puma wasn't going to hurt anyone else. She kept her phaser aimed at Krerr, if she was going to pull anything, she'd get a face full of stun.

Split second decision. Surrender or continue to fight and risk more charges? She put the knife down. Somehow, Wheatley seemed to be the only unharmed person in the room other than the two security officers. Sure, he had a couple bruises, but both Caitians were bleeding.

Wheatley soon dropped his pin and ran over to Hsarr, gently attempting to pick them up as the tears began to fall down. "Hsarr...! Hsarr!! Can you hear me?! Please, I... I-I can't lose you, please!" He turned to Elwyn with tears in his eyes, desperate. "I'm taking them to the hospital ring, please deal with her for me!"

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Hsarr was bleeding profusely from their shoulder and foot, but breathing. They weren’t gone…yet.

Elwyn didn’t watch as Wheatley ran off to Hsarr, her focus entirely stuck to Krerr. “Use an emergency transport, Lieutenant.” She instructed calmly. Yes, she had noticed Wheatley’s rank pips. She was observant. “Sam, cover me. I’d rather go in than you in case they try to scratch.” She added. “Turn away from me and place your hands on your head.” The Ensign ordered, staring at the attacker with cold, unblinking lime green eyes.

She gave a nod. "Smart plan." She kept her phaser aimed at the Caitian and stepped to the side in order to keep her angle on the attacker opposed to Elwyn in case something went wrong. She's done this a few times before after all.

“As you wish, Ensign,” She, too, had noticed Elwyn’s pips. She knew about her son’s career. “I can assure you, I won’t scratch,” She said as she complied, her voice smooth and unshaken.

He tapped his commbadge and spoke up, "Two to sickbay."

Woosh! There they went.

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Once the Caitian was seemingly complying Elwyn moved in to make the arrest, one hand moving away from her phaser to take a pair of stasis cuffs off her belt. Once close enough she holstered her phaser and took a hold of the one of the attacker’s paws, moving it to behind her back and putting it in the stasis cuffs, before reaching for the other and doing the same, all while keeping a very close eye on her, and a very tight grip on the cuffs. “Suspect secured. We can stand down any other incoming officers.” The Ensign said to her boss. “Computer, two to transport to brig.” (edited)

And off they went as well, leaving Sam alone in a room stained with blood. How fun!

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Dear Lt. JG. Wheatley Pendleton, Starfleet Intelligence requests your presence on a classified mission. You are to be assigned to the USS @deleted-role to man the bridge’s Engineering station, or to man the ship’s Engineering bay when required. A full briefing as to the nature of the mission will take place once the ship has departed. Eventide is to depart on stardate 89728.71 – the 23rd of September 2412 at 1700 hours. Please be aboard the vessel for this time. It is predicted that this mission shall last approximately three days including the time taken for travel. A full communications blackout will be in place during this time: there will be no communication with Starbase 777 or any other outside sources. Please do not inform anyone else as to the details of this journey. We hope you understand, and we thank you for your compliance. Yours, Starfleet Intelligence.

[COMMS]

Dear Hsarr, Would you do me the honour of coming over to my room for tea and coffee with treats? I’m feeling a need for friendship at the moment. Hanna

[PADD]

Hanna, I’d be delighted! I’d love to catch up with you, Hanna! You’re probably one of my only friends on the station, if I’m being honest. I’ll be over in five. Hsarr