Thane/Kasumi - The Case of the Missing Panties 01
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November 26 2014, 16:19:11 UTC
He wasn't exactly sure when it started, or when he noticed the first time. By the third or fourth pair of missing underwear however, Thane decided it was time to do something about it. He was a neat man, in control, everything he owned were just where he intended them to be. It was part of his training. Leave no trace, keep your eyes peeled, know when you've been having unwelcome guests, and he was certain he'd been having unwelcome guests.
It was just a matter of observing the crew to figure out who broke into his quarters when he wasn't there. No one seemed to exhibit any unusual patterns at first, but then they were an unusual bunch to start with. Over a week he traced his top candidates in their doings on the ship. Subvertly of course. No need to have any one of them start asking questions.
It wasn't until he was laying in one of the ducts over the starboard lounge, watching miss Goto read one of her books, that he found his first clue. It was nice to get to move and stretch his limbs after lying in the tight space for a few hours when the woman got up and disappeared into one of the ducts by the farthest wall. Waiting didn't bother him any more. He could sit in wait for his target hours on end without giving up, without making a sound, without being detected. The skill was many years in the making, but now he had perfected it.
Thane knew most every nook and cranny of the Normany. Survival one-o-one. Know your surroundings. It had been one of his first priorities when he boarded the ship and entered the service of Commander Shepard. That was why he took his time while maneuvering backwards through the cramped space. Took a right, past one of the big fans, and lingered around the corner a few meters from where he could hear the woman work her way through the ship.
She was good, he had to admit, silent, and he couldn't find any other trace of her when he followed on a respectful distance. When she stopped inside a grate by the floor in the Yeoman's chambers, Thane moved around to be able to watch the room from another angle. He saw her crawl out of the wall and make her way over to a dresser. It was obvious from the way she moved that she had been here before.
Apparently Thane hadn't been the only one getting secret calls to his personal wardrobe. Miss Goto was browsing through the small flimsy clothes in a carefree manner. Holding up a few of them, discarding others, and Thane had to agree, the Yeoman had some interesting tastes when it came to delicates.
After a while the thief tucked her prize inside a hidden pocket and made her way back into the duct again. Checking the room to make sure nothing looked disturbed before closing the hatch behind her. Thane followed her back to her room, watching how she hid her newest acquisition in a box under the bed.
Now was just the question of what to do with this information. He could tell the Commander, of course. He could confront the thief on his own, or simply steal back what she had taken and return them to their rightful owners. Wouldn't be too hard to figure out what belonged to whom.
In the end he didn't do any of that. There was something very naughty, but terribly innocent, in the way the thief went about her hobby, and the drell came to watch several of her heists the following weeks. Not only did he enjoy the challenge of following her without her knowledge, but he came to appreciate her technique. The different ways she lured herself into someone's quarters. Sometimes with a simple cloak and slide through a closing door. Sometimes through the ducts. Sometimes, and this had Thane's heart rate spike every time she did it, with the owner in question in the room with her. Idly keeping the conversation up and quickly picking a pair while his or hers back was turned.
It was just a matter of observing the crew to figure out who broke into his quarters when he wasn't there. No one seemed to exhibit any unusual patterns at first, but then they were an unusual bunch to start with. Over a week he traced his top candidates in their doings on the ship. Subvertly of course. No need to have any one of them start asking questions.
It wasn't until he was laying in one of the ducts over the starboard lounge, watching miss Goto read one of her books, that he found his first clue. It was nice to get to move and stretch his limbs after lying in the tight space for a few hours when the woman got up and disappeared into one of the ducts by the farthest wall. Waiting didn't bother him any more. He could sit in wait for his target hours on end without giving up, without making a sound, without being detected. The skill was many years in the making, but now he had perfected it.
Thane knew most every nook and cranny of the Normany. Survival one-o-one. Know your surroundings. It had been one of his first priorities when he boarded the ship and entered the service of Commander Shepard. That was why he took his time while maneuvering backwards through the cramped space. Took a right, past one of the big fans, and lingered around the corner a few meters from where he could hear the woman work her way through the ship.
She was good, he had to admit, silent, and he couldn't find any other trace of her when he followed on a respectful distance.
When she stopped inside a grate by the floor in the Yeoman's chambers, Thane moved around to be able to watch the room from another angle. He saw her crawl out of the wall and make her way over to a dresser. It was obvious from the way she moved that she had been here before.
Apparently Thane hadn't been the only one getting secret calls to his personal wardrobe. Miss Goto was browsing through the small flimsy clothes in a carefree manner. Holding up a few of them, discarding others, and Thane had to agree, the Yeoman had some interesting tastes when it came to delicates.
After a while the thief tucked her prize inside a hidden pocket and made her way back into the duct again. Checking the room to make sure nothing looked disturbed before closing the hatch behind her. Thane followed her back to her room, watching how she hid her newest acquisition in a box under the bed.
Now was just the question of what to do with this information. He could tell the Commander, of course. He could confront the thief on his own, or simply steal back what she had taken and return them to their rightful owners. Wouldn't be too hard to figure out what belonged to whom.
In the end he didn't do any of that. There was something very naughty, but terribly innocent, in the way the thief went about her hobby, and the drell came to watch several of her heists the following weeks. Not only did he enjoy the challenge of following her without her knowledge, but he came to appreciate her technique. The different ways she lured herself into someone's quarters. Sometimes with a simple cloak and slide through a closing door. Sometimes through the ducts. Sometimes, and this had Thane's heart rate spike every time she did it, with the owner in question in the room with her. Idly keeping the conversation up and quickly picking a pair while his or hers back was turned.
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