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Post by shannonkellynx on May 22, 2009 21:25:20 GMT -5
Snorting at the comment, he itches his flank just under the sleeve waist band of his loincloth. "I am in uniform. As per Serr Fox's agreement. Until I'm forced otherwise by another Alpha, I'll wear this. It's at least part of the uniform you wear."
His ears flick in humor, and he looks over Ga'Lar's shoulder. "Who's that with you? I hope not a particular cat of extremely rude and feeble position."
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on May 22, 2009 22:27:41 GMT -5
pointing over his shoulder. " these clowns? nah not a one of them older than a kitten.what cat are you worrying yourself with this time?" taking a seat" I've been a little busy handling matters at starfleets marine training academy busy cranking out cannon fodder for the war machine."
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Post by shannonkellynx on May 29, 2009 22:56:32 GMT -5
"It's not a cat. Not even someone who I'd care to associate with if I'd had any choice. He's from the worst camp I've ever encountered. Thinks he's an Alpha when he's less than a Delta. And dares to call me less than a kitten!" His voice dropping into a threatening rumble of a growl as he speaks.
His ears flick forward, then back, then forward again as his eyes begin to get the dangerous glint in them, and his mental images begin stabbing the area around. Several Betazeds in the area were caught unaware for his mental strength, and began to develop blinding headaches.
"It then ran to hide behind something so weak it had to use that burning light!" He whinces at the reminder. "The next thing I know, I am in some strange room with no smell."
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Jun 4, 2009 17:55:47 GMT -5
"that woudl be called getting hit with phaser stun and that smell less place would be sickbay" propping his fet up on the table top" you really should be careful about whos dander your ruffle fur flys when and established crew has to handle us marines namely ones so organized as those navy guys long as ya didnt hit the fellow most outbursts should be easy enough to forgive"
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Post by shannonkellynx on Jun 10, 2009 9:42:05 GMT -5
Finishin off his mug, he signals for another before continuing.
"What ever it was, it hurt. And, I don't think that thing should claim to be a rank if it can't fight. It smelled scared. Well it should if it thinks it's going to take down this Alpha!"
When the mug arrives, he takes a large swig, "And, if they are going to send me to any place, they should at least consult me about it first!"
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Jun 14, 2009 12:20:25 GMT -5
Nodding to a passing tender for his usual kanar taking a deep swig when it arrives .
" well you tend to read people a little better than most but try your best notto cause tomany waves when you join a new unit we all go back to pack huntsmen when we get a new assignment till we get things figured out "
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Post by shannonkellynx on Jun 14, 2009 19:05:18 GMT -5
Swigging again, he gave Ga'Lar an odd flat look. "Don't I know that! Each Pride has it's own heierarchy, and it's own way of doing things. That is not what I was upset about. It was that.... that...." he hiss/spats something in his native dialect that the universal translator can't qite decipher, " that ..... thing claimed I was worse than a kitten!"
He huffed a little more, and his fur stood on end from ear tufts to toes, "What was I supposed to do when the spirit showed up? And, it wasn't even in a form I could recognize! It was all swirly and glowy with no set form. And, the glowing dots inside it moved independantly, like light bugs on Terra inside a jar."
He shuddered again, and seemed to swell in size, then deflate a little. "You know I don't like spirits! And, this made it even worse because I had just come from a battle. This was like the Spirit was there to judge, and I had no standard by which it could have judged me. I had that standard, I might have been better prepared to defend myself against it."
He finished his mug, and signaled for another one.
"This is not as much interest for me as the old unit. At least there I knew what was expected!" he grumped, waiting on the mug to arrive.
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Jun 20, 2009 15:27:35 GMT -5
"well that would seem to be the empass and the crux for the both of us Shannon its jsut not as intresting without the established order of thinking and operations. In my duties to the pride as it were, recently I've been given full autonomy when it comes to training research and exercise I build the schedule and theres noone around to keep me on task or on my duties I simply do all on my own I was used to reporting to Fox or Thyra for all matters of importance. thuis is a diffrent game all together would fee a little more comfortable in your situation personally at least theres a captain around to provide structure " Taking a long draw on his drink sitting back in the chair some leaning against the wall.
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Post by shannonkellynx on Jul 12, 2009 14:54:13 GMT -5
Spitting at the concept of a weak captain, he looked at Ga'lar, and wondered if this Alpha was ready to retire.
"They tell me to keep the troops in shape when noone in a higher ranking uniform is around. But, I've found no Alpha to turn to. It is as if they expect me to take on duties and responsibilities for the new Pride with out explaining what the Pride Hunts or cares for.
"I've found weaklings, those in poor shape, and even that," He turns away to take a sip of his mug while concidering the crew, "never mind. Though, there are a couple of interesting beings. Two that always wear cowls, and one who's mind is as strong as A'sansi's and that Queen with the pretty pelt, though it is rather abreviated pelt. These two Queens are worthy of looking up to. But, noone else I've encountered in this new Pride are worth their weight in suet."
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Jul 12, 2009 15:05:23 GMT -5
"well it always helps to have intresting characters round to kee your attention. bu thats what i'm saying it has a certain functional beauty to it. noone up your case demanding mroe you se tthe pace down there in the marine levels its your hunting party you set the rules the targets the protectorate zones you know your job. thats what maters why you wre hired for the task. and as for the rest of them kapas I know the feeling gtry teaching raw off the streets recruits taht don,t know when to spit out the gum and open thier ears" freeing one of his hand rolled cigars from his vest pocket clenching its end in his teeth and lighting up" tell thyra about this and I'll have a new fur coat: puffing the smoke to life.
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Post by shannonkellynx on Jul 12, 2009 15:29:20 GMT -5
"If you say so. Though, I'll admit, training kittens was easier. At least I knew their pedigrees, and where they would fit best in the Pride. This lot of club footed, idiotic, poor sensed, mind numb schrevecks isn't like anything else I've had to work with. Even your Betas and Cappas in the 101st were better coming in than these things that are close to." he stopped to finish the mug trying to think of the right word, "eldage are worse. And, to have something that doesn't even get any of the training, and is soft as down trying to tell me that I'm less than a kitten is worse than I can bear. It'd be like Serr Fox telling you that you were less than his child when you were at your best, just brand new to an environment!"
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Jul 12, 2009 15:35:04 GMT -5
arching a high brow blasting a snort of smoke thru his nostrils in a chuckle . Never easily put out or bested in verbal play leaning against teh wall more chair creeking dangerously against the weight of hiw powered armor" well wehn it came to fox ya see there was an edge sometimes he showed his rear to much and personally picked fights wit hthe wrong members of the pack and got that same rear handed to himto often sometimes you jsut have to tthrow your weight around " that bad stabalizer in the spinal array finally gicving out his balance blown the full weight of the suit colliding chair and occupant to the floor haphazardly " well notthat much ouch but you see the point. sometimes ya gotta knock some heads don,t ever wear the kid gloves " looking up from the floor with a smirk.
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Post by shannonkellynx on Jul 13, 2009 20:56:48 GMT -5
Cocking his head to one side, his ears accenting his puzzlement, "Why would I want to wear kid gloves? Would that not be awkward to have four more long things attached to my paws? Not to mention it would be heavy, and unbalanced. If the kid in question struggled, or moved, it would definitely throw off the aim of any punch or strike you were making. And, on a personal note, it would blunt my claws. I don't have much to begin with."
Hearing the crunch of the chair giving way, and the thud of Ga'lar meeting the floor abruptly, "And, if I had that much weight to throw around, I would be in sad shape. Then I'd have to say I was not a worthy Alpha. Then I'd be as fat and lazy as those non-kittens that I'm expected to look upon as equals or superiors."
He finished the new mug in two swallows, and motioned for another. His movements still shure and sober, his ears cocked towards Ga'lar, he thought about the things he was expected to handle on the ship while waiting for an assignment.
"Though, I can say I am not happy with this new Pride. They Hunt, but yet they don't. They do not use the Hunters properly. If I were to get any of the .." accepts the refill, and swigs it long before continuing, "marine Pride worthy of being counted at least weanlings, what would that mean? They'd be more bored than I am.
"Sure they can strike... at a distance with those pretty lights, and get results, but what incentive do they have to enjoy the close combat necessary to realy experience the Hunt? Why should they want to get "dirty" or "go into personal danger"? Bah! None of them have the instincts to make a good Hunter. Even that other furbal is soft. "
He slams his mug down on the bar, sloshing some of the reaking drink over the sides, as his mind goes back to the encounter that sent him here in the first place.
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Post by Sgt Major Ga'Lar on Aug 5, 2009 13:30:14 GMT -5
standing straigntening himself out with a ruffle of his uniform collecting his drink once more motioning for another chair with a huff of indignance adjusting the gyro when the chair arrives finally taking a seat once more"do you remember that colony world we found ourselves on that moment of suspense and danger as the rebels staged started the fight? that moment of anticipation before tehunt? the doors to the capiotial bared tight the trenches of war dug in deep?and that final moment of vicrtory as the last batchs of nenemies fell under our guns knives the empty cartridges shoved down thier throats? those were the moments I felt truely alive and truely victorious more like a man and less like a ship riding locked down and bound squid give them something like that I assure you it will inspire them to greatness or they will fall by the wayside you can train all you like the real rush of adreneline is the pay off " tilting his drink back and pouring anogher from the flask on the table
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Post by shannonkellynx on Aug 15, 2009 11:26:35 GMT -5
He purred at the mention of the encounter.
"Now that was a Hunt worth Hunters! It is not the trivial that a Hunter seeks, but the threat. Why should we ever have to make do with such minor incursions into the Prey that you can end a Hunt from afar? Even when the Prides joined for the annual Hunts that fed us for most of the year, there was always the competition to get the biggest, or the fastest, or the meanest. But, that palls before too long. Because the biggest is topped next year. The meanest is topped this year, but later when the massive heards split up. And, the fastest slow with time.
"But, what you speak of, the Hunt of a Raid is well worth every minute each Hunter puts into it. And, I do not seem to be able to understand, or to fit in with these Hunters. They do not even seek the best prize, they just take what is nearest. They have no desire to slink in close and strike. It ALWAYS must be from afar." He finishes off his 3rd mug, and motions for another, still sober, and growing agitated.
Looking at Ga'Lar while he makes the final adjustments in his seat (hopefully so he won't break it again!), "But I got sent to this Pride. Though, I was given an option, I chose it. Unlike at Home, I cannot just walk away from it, because it presents no challenge. "
Shaking his head sadly, he takes a very long pull from the fresh mug place in front of him, "But, I want to learn to fit in, to make it the best Hunting Pride amongst the stars. I just do not know how. Endurance I can teach. Even to the weakest kittens, it will come. Stealth I can teach even. But, what about the desire? How can I teach the want to come to grips with your Prey? "
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