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Posted on Thu Aug 28th, 2025 @ 2:23am by Lieutenant Kestra Ral

409 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Children of the Stars
Location: USS Montana
Timeline: Present

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{Personal Quarters}

As Kestra entered her Quarters, she readied herself to catch a flying clawed feline. Catching him in the air, she gave a little laugh. “You are living up to your name, Savage.” She turned him to look into his bright green eyes. “So, we have an intruder.”

The cat licked his lips. Looking like he was going to get a tasty treat.

“Oh, I am not sure he is edible, but he is causing me trouble.” Kestra's fingers stroked his golden fur with the dark spots. “Can you behave if we go to the lab?” she asked the Bengal.

At his hiss, she nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t think you would, but it’s worth a try. I am out of ideas.”

Savage’s collar was on, so if he got away again, the transporter crew could just beam him back to her quarters. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.

“Alright, let’s see if you have any luck finding it.”
Since she had a feeling she would be crawling around in the Jefferies tubes on the hunt, Kestra changed into pants and made a quick stop at the officers lounge so she could order a large iced vanilla latte. She was going to need that extra energy. Checking her PADD to see if the XO had gotten her report yet, she saw It had been sent but not read yet. She slipped the PADD back in her jacket.

{Montana Science lab}

Sipping her latte, Kestra raised an eyebrow at Wallace Wilson. “Have you found him?”

He laughed, “No. Think Savage will have any luck?”
Kestra shrugged her delicate shoulder as she put Savage on the lab counter.

“I am hyped up on caffeine, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with him.”

She slipped knee pads over her pants then showed Savage the cage.

He looked in and snorted.

Rolling her eyes, she tried not to laugh. “If he had been in his container, do you think I would ask you to hunt him down?”

Savage just stared at her his tail swishing back and forth.

Kestra shrugged. “I guess the hunt is too much for him.”

“Do you thing anyone on the ship has a dog? They can find anything.”

Kestra told Wallace. Well, that had been the extra push the cat needed and he took off.
Cursing, Kestra followed him.

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Lt. Kestra Ral
CSO USS Montana

 

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