Second Мяу

[russianbluerobo]

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[The Slava, damaged as much as it was has beenset down in the hangar. Its cockpit opens up to reveal its mysterious pilot... who happened to be... a cat. A sleeping cat apparently. One that had been tired out from the fight and was now napping in its machine.]

[Does anyone want to try get him out of there?]

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Comments

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[2hell_weride]

Da fuck... Who let a cat in here?

[[Were there ever any cats on the ship? Who knows.]]

Maybe Lucchini would like you. C'mon... git outta here. I gotta work...

[russianbluerobo]

[Behold MarKus! The sad kitty look! Fear and Despair upon facing it!]

Mew...

[Vlaska paws at his collar once more, the sound of a crackling speaker ringing in the air.]

[2hell_weride]

No kitty... go aw-...

Whassat? Dude, a speaker on your collar? You a jammin kitty or somethin?

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska shakes his head... a curiously human gesture. He paws at the collar again before meowing loudly. As if trying to speak.]

[2hell_weride]

[[Try human speak kitty, otherwise MarKus...]]

Your stereo's broken? Well... maybe I can fix it. After all... can't hang around here without music.

Lesse dis shit... [[But is he allowed to take the collar? Some cats are nutjobs... Begging for attention then clawing or running off...]]

[russianbluerobo]

[The cat seemed to look rather agitated at not being understood and meowed loudly. There was a VERY bad crackle that emanated from the collar in response that sounded like a sentence at the very least.]

FI-CZZZCHHHHK- MY-CRACKLE-OLLAR

[2hell_weride]

[[At least he was getting there... Just not taking the path Vlaska wanted!]]

Woah... wait... is this some kind of psychic transmitter shit? Uh... Psycommu or something?

And it's broke... idn't it?

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska just let out a yowl along the lines of "I give up" and just slumped bonelessly onto the ground. In a way this would be his equivalent of a human facepalm.]

Nyaaaaaaoooo!

-crackle-ot..psi-FZZZT-on't know. just fi-POP-

[And now it wasn't making a sound. The cat was now batting at the collar with both forepaws.]

[chozo_girl]

[And alerted by the loud yowl, Samus, who had been working on her ship, turns her head and jumps down, seeing MarKus and Vlaska]

So you came to the Chalice in the end. I did not expect you to be a pilot, though. Have you been able to get your collar fixed yet?

[And yes, she's primarily talking to the cat for now. Which may look odd to MarKus, knowing how serious Samus is]

[russianbluerobo]

[Cue the happy meow as Vlaska got back to his feet and moved over to Samus, looking up at her from his place close by her feet. There wasn't any sound from his collar though so it probably ended up breaking completely and would be in need of an overhaul.]

Meow!

[Until then at least he would make do with how regular cats get understood... or be in Slava so the mecha could translate in lieu of his collar.]

[chozo_girl]

You're on it then. Good. Thanks, MarKus.

[Samus kneels and scratches the cat behind the ears. She realizes Vlaska is probably tired and hungry from the battle, so...]

Do you want something to eat? I have right to rations but do not need to feed as much as the rest.

[russianbluerobo]

[And now Vlaska was looking very interested, meowing at a surprisingly loud volume as if saying the biggest YES he can manage and was purring like a jackhammer on crack.]

[chozo_girl]

[Samus nods, half-smiling slightly]

That would be a yes, I presume.

[Before getting up, she extends an arm as an offer to carry Vlaska cradled on it. Talking to him is a bit uncomfortable, since she's huge and he's, well, the size of a cat, so she keeps having to look at her feet to look at him]

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska stands on his back legs and raises his forepaws eagerly. He liked a good walk as the next cat but being pampered after all this time was really a big YES in his mind.]

[chozo_girl]

[Nodding, Samus raises Vlaska and cradles him on her arm against her chest. She then begins heading towards the mess hall, scratching his head with her other hand]

Do you eat the same as other cats?

[She doesn't know what process was used to uplift Vlaska's intelligence, after all. He may have some special nutritional needs. Also, has to be said, it's quite easier to talk to him now that she doesn't have to keep looking at the ground]

[russianbluerobo]

[He purrs happily. It'd be difficult to pin down what he would try to say in this situation given that he's both distracted and collar-less. But a slow and lazy nod was Samus's answer.]

[Vlaska playfully stretched out a paw towards her cheek]