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  1. (( Corridor, Deck Nine, USS Gorkon )) :: A set of dark eyes peered down the length of the corridor from a corner between the door that had magically brought him up to the current hiding spot. Bipeds walked from one end of the carpeted hallway to another, and back again. Or was that a different primate? He couldn’t tell these days, he’d seen so many. They all tended to look the same. Limited variation of coat, finite colour styles of hair. Boring beasts with big hands and sickly sensibilities.:: :: The door to his left shunted open and a set of legs walked out in front of him, passing without a glance in his direction. Bart barely lifted his carefully manicured brow. It was typical of these creatures not to notice him, after all, he was stealthy, he was quick, faster than lightening, than a cornered mouse even, and in a flash he was gone. Best of all, he knew how to plan, to ambush, to loiter and hide, waiting for that perfect moment to strike a blow to the heart of the upright snotty two-footed anthropoids.:: :: He was, after all, an incredible being, so obnoxiously full of his own self-importance, and many tended to agree. He was exceedingly intelligent, compulsively obsessed with preening himself, coupled with a phenomenal desire for murder. The very compulsion that had brought him from the station onto the ship in the first place.:: Bart: oO Soon.... Soon, she will be mine. Oo :: His stalking was nearly complete. He was nearly through the doors into the home of the avian-biped. All he needed was one of the primates to walk inside. That was all. It wasn’t too much to ask for. What did one need to bait a biped? Food? Pictures of immature offspring? A little green fruit he had seen squished onto toast on the station?:: Bart: oO Damnit, soldier, think! Oo :: The stomping feet of a larger than usual biped echoed through the corridor. Bart hid, cleverly, behind a well positioned plant storage device, and waited while the primate walked through the doors. Success! Bart sprang from his position and sprinted into the open doorway. At once, his eyes glazed over and he darted to another hiding place.:: :: It was simply magical.:: :: The lights were dark but tasteful, allowing shadow areas for many hiding spots. He saw the avian prey ahead, behind a long island type surface structure and he froze. She was taller and bigger than when he had seen her on the station. Fair enough, he had been higher up, stalking her from the upper levels of the Entertainment Deck, however he was sure she was in proportion to him.:: Bart: oO Everything I knew… Everything I planned… Dashed! Dashed! Oo :: He couldn’t take her, she was huge! What was he to do now? He had to play the long game. This wasn’t going to be a quick game of Cat and Bird, not at all, his predatory instincts were alive! This was going to be Stalked and Murdered. He narrowed his eyes. She would be his. He would delight in the glory of it. His brethren would tell tales of his victories for eons to come. He needed this, for his enslaved people on the station.:: :: He slicked his hair back. Time to be charming.:: ::Keenly aware of the occupants of the room, he sauntered over the freshly lain flooring, and leapt onto the bar in a majestic pounce that impressed absolutely no-one, his enslavement tag bouncing against his fur. He sat, and stared at the avian-biped with extermination and butchery lurking behind his cold dark eyes.:: Keska: Response? :: With deliberate slowness, he reached out his foot to the glass sitting happily on the bar, without a care in the world. He levelled a look at the bird and narrowed his eyes.:: Bart: oO Prepare for my WRATH! Oo ::of course, it sounded more like:: Mrrrreeoooowwwww… Keska: Response? :: Then, pushed it off the side of the bar. It dinked onto the floor.:: Bart: oO Your move, you feathery divine creature. Oo Keska: Response? TBC Bartholemeow, the Cat Escape Convict, Enslavement Camp 1.20 Coffee & Cat Emporium Iana Station simmed by Lieutenant (JG) Jocelyn Marshall Operations Officer USS Gorkon G239304JM0
  2. Hello all

    Hey Lex, welcome to the fleet! I've been on a DS9 rewatch lately (thank you, Netflix) and I'm appreciating the Bajorans so much more this time around.
  3. Why did you apply to join our community?

    I'm there with ya. As for why I chose this group, I'd searched around for a few days and visited several websites. Overall, I found this one to have a more cohesive feel to the website; the layout was organised and easy to use and there is enough diversity in the Sims without the sheer number of them being overwhelming. I also peeked at the community forums to get an idea of activity and friendliness and it swayed me.
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