Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Curiosity Killed the Cat (But Satisfaction Brought it Back) (Tag Thyr)

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Jezem looked to Shivan, “If he arranged to for his supplies to be waiting for him wherever he went then whatever we’re looking for is in the sector, there has to be a paper trail somewhere, maybe on that handheld device but I’ll need some time to crack it.”

Jezem

“Then take the time and do it. I can hang onto the knife and protect the ridiculous cat.” Shivan said, holding the idols high above his head. Jezem would know from their pirating days Shivan didn’t lose things he was hanging onto. That knife wasn’t going anywhere unless it was from Shivan’s cold dead hands. “I’ve never heard of Robert Wooley or Tractor Beam.” Shivan was thinking. He was killed by someone he knew… “They shot him and didn’t loot the bag off him? Why not?”

~ Thyr

“They could have killed him for some other reason. Alternatively they killed him but were disrupted before they could search him, or took what they thought was the key, leaving everything else behind.” Jezem pocked the personal device somewhere somehow on his person. It was like a magic trick given his scanty clothes. He smirked, “I’m sure you’ll be a good host for your guest. I’ll take my leave then since the tools I need are back at my house. Call me if anything or anyone shows up.” Jezem left, laughing to himself because these two were about to make each other so miserable and that was incredibly funny to him.

M’rahja, just now realizing that she’s been dumped onto the stupid one whined, “Ugh, why do I have to stay here with you in your loser shop?”

Jezem

“I’m the ‘snot-blue idiot muscle’, remember?” Shivan growled at her. “If they come after you, I can protect you.” He turned the sign to ‘Come in, We’re OPEN!’ and unlocked the doors. “Can I trust you to stay put or am I going to have to handcuff you to something in the workshop?”

~ Thyr

Her ears flicked with annoyance, “You touch me and I claw your eyes out. What a weird thing to say to a girl. I may be an illegal drug smuggler but I’m still a minor and anything you do just looks bad on you.”

“I’m not suggesting anything weird, just keeping you from doing something stupid. You get killed, Jezem’ll blame me.” Shivan said, glaring at her.

She turned on her paw, tail following in a dramatic swish. M’rahja stayed in the shop but she did not stay still. She touched and picked up everything and asked at least five questions about every item. Climbed up every shelf or display case and crouched to smugly stare down at him. All in all, she acted like an Earth cat.

M’rahja Ko (Jezem)

As long as she didn’t break anything or injure anyone, he didn’t care about her picking up and touching things. It was when she started climbing the shelves that he got annoyed. “Get off that! I can’t afford to replace that!” He’d shout, throwing something like a pen or shoe at her. The day went by quickly, and he closed up the shop for the night.

Shivan led her upstairs into his flat. He wiggled the doorknob, then unlocked he door and let her in. He closed the door behind them, adjusting the handle slightly as he closed the door. He took a good look around the place, checked the only other exit (all buildings were required to have two exits on different sides of the building), then returned to the main room, “Don’t touch anything you don’t have to. Help yourself to the fridge, watch whatever you want on the TV.”

M’rahja was already in the fridge and holding a trinket Shivan had left laying about. She peeked out from around the door, munching on a bit of meat she pulled from one of the boxes of leftovers, “This stuff is good! Where’d you buy it? Can’t believe he can afford food this good.”

The fridge was full of leftovers from Jezem’s, some replicated food, some Andorian drinks, and some Andorian ale. The TV, if M’rahja turned it on, would turn on to one of Jezem’s soaps. Shivan seemed unwilling to leave her alone for most of the evening, staying in the same room as her.

After making a hefty bowl of food she threw herself on the couch, bouncing slightly with the force of her landing. M’rahja made a face when the soaps came on first and quickly switched around until landing upon an incomprehensible show featuring many young adults or older teens speaking in mystifying slang and making references to events that had M’rahja snickering along with. The show was flashy and loud and entirely unbecoming to anyone with more mature sensibilities. M’rahja watched it for hours.

When it was getting late, he went to bed. “You can sleep on the sofa.” He said and he gave her a blanket and a pillow. Then he went to his room. Before he went to sleep, there was more checking of doors and windows and various places around the unit, then he seemed to settle in on what looked like new bedding.

~ Thyr

“Shouldn’t you be offering your guest the bed?” She sighed but ultimately accepted the blanket and rolled up in the swath of fabric until she became a comfortable bundle. She was asleep near instantly, settling in with a content chirp and relaxed. Quiet settled over the home for the next three hours. The door that lead to the outside trembled as a set of picks unlocked it from the outside. Slowly, the handle turned and the door pressed in. One man, Klingon, dressed in dark but casual clothes peered through the gab. Two other Klingons in similar clothes stood behind him.

“No.” Shivan replied simply. His poor man’s security mechanisms only worked when he was in bed. They were meant to protect him after all. Three hours later, Shivan was awake as soon as the door was being picked. He slept lightly, paranoid about this exact scenario. His hand quietly gripped the handle of a weapon under his pillow as the door crept open.

When nothing inside the house moved they quietly stepped inside. The three fanned out, bladed weapons in hand and gazes searching. On the couch, M’rahja breathed the even, deep breaths of sleep but she was keenly aware of the intruders. One entered the living area where she slept and upon spying her began his careful approach. As he raised his blade to plunge into her side the caitian rolled off the couch, unraveling herself from the blanket and bit the man in his thigh. The klingon roared with pain and M’rahja twisted away as he tried to cut her with his blade.

M’rahja Ko (Jezem)

Shivan was out in the main room before they made their move on M’rahja. He watched as she dodged the blade and bit her attacker. He looked around the rest of the room. He’d heard three people enter and he would not be taken by surprise. “M’rahja! There’s a knife under the couch. Use it!” He said, raising his own blade to one of the other Klingons.

~ Thyr

“‘kay! Watch your flank!” M’rahja called out while twisting away from a wild swing of a knife before dropping to her back to reach under the couch while keeping an eye upon her opponent. Once her fingers wrapped around the hilt she delivered a powerful and swift kick to her attacker’s knees. The Klingon barely stumbled but it gave her the room to maneuver away and jump back to her feet. The Klingon roared and began his attack.

Meanwhile, the other two Klingons came up on Shivan’s flanks and baring their own knives. The taller of the two, with wild and ratty hair, immediately began an aggressive assault. Coming at Shivan with rapid swings at varying heights. The smaller of the two held back, watching carefully where Shivan stepped and moved. He seemed to be waiting for his moment to dart in and strike Shivan from behind.

M’rahja taunted her attacker into attacking, and darted behind to pounce on his back. “Bleed scumbag!” She screamed as she stabbed and cut wherever she could reach while clinging to the man with the sharp claws on her hands and feet. Klingons may be revered warriors but they sucked at reaching behind themselves with all that bulk and heavy clothes.

M’rahja Ko (Jezem)

Two Klingons at once. Not good. Shiva have the one behind him a mighty kick to the chest, aiming to unbalance him. Then he watched the other one, the tall one swinging the knife. He placed his just right to block the wild and aggressive swinging, defending himself from the assault.

~ Thyr

Shivan’s foot caught the smaller Klingon off-guard and the man tumbled back, knocking into the wall. The taller one growled insults in Klingon before making a lunge for Shivan’s flank, “Andorian scum,” he taunted, “you die tonight!”

“You’re not the first to threaten me, nor the most impressive.” Shivan said, defending himself from the attack once again.

“Idiot says what?” M’rahja shouted from somewhere behind the taller Klingon.

“What?” The Klingon snarled, half turning from Shivan to address the new threat at his flank. M’rahja raised a decorative vase high up, a feral grin on her face as she brought it down on the back of the Klingon’s head. Temporarily stunning the man with blunt force trauma to the softer part of the skull.

M’rahja Ko (Jezem)

“Secure him so Jezem can question him,” Shivan ordered M’rahja, turning to face the Klingon he’d kicked. “Let’s see if you’ve got anything better than your pals!”

~ Thyr