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By the gods and everything that is holy, why have I endured this intollerable pain. It is like my body is pooring out of my skin... "Mew."

Tempest rose from his reclined position, and looked about him. He was in the secret tunnel complex where he staged most of his coup against the dreaded Space Rats. How did he get here again? "Mew?"

Shaking his body, he noted that he felt a little heavier than normal, his wieght seemed to be evenly distributed but rather... more heavy than normal. It was like he was growing extra fur or something, but not quite that simple. It must be some kind of drug in his system...

A drug...

Drug?

Damn, the space rats ambushed him agian, and filled his viens with a poison that would slowly leak his life into the oblivion of outerspace. Oh, woe to the universe, for when He, Tempest Manticore The Most Awsomeness the Third was dead, no one would be able to save the gods from the dreaded Space Pirate Rats.

That's it, I'll go get the cure. One of those strange viles must contain some type of elixer that would purify this poison. Good thinking Tempest, You have done it agian.

Hold, who was that talking inside his head? GHOSTS! "MEW!" The cat like entity dashed from the ventalation corridor, and found his way back into the sucurity of his cage, and hid under his blanket. Hahaha, no one could find him here...

For a moment her OODDS' screens blinked a moment, bringing up a whole listing of data in one screen the other seemed to be a map of some sorts with a tracker as well. Well what feature was this? She had put a tracker in Tempest's new collar and thus installed a tracking system into her OODDS. Why? She couldn't keep track of the little bugger anymore...he somehow got out all the time and she was half hoping to find out. But the movement seemed a little different.

"You two continue on for me. I trust you both. I need to check something out really quick."

She was genuinely intrigued. For a good two weeks she had watched the movements and learned the erratic pattern of the creature. This was a linear pattern for his travel...which was odd for the creature that was for sure.

And that made the scientist in her pop out and want to investigate. Thusly she did, trailing through her OODDS the movement of said little creature. Usually there would be a path of mild destruction from his pouncing. Today was none.

She continued at her leasuirely pace. Data told her that there was at least one hundred feet between her and the little creature. Though as to exactly what surface he was using...that was a total guess.

Jelena had indeed learned that he was using air ducts...fur and spines giving her that much of a clue. So finding the nearest vent she took to inspecting it. If she at least knew whether he was using vents or hallways it would be easier.

No fur, no spine, no scratches. Bugger wasn't in the air vent. It didn't help that the entire fleet was still on only half power either...made lighting still dim and basic functions. Everyone was still using grav boots in areas that didn't have backup generators supplying direct power. Those Catalyst techs needed to get their act together and fix that main generator already this was irritating.

Dropping doen she turned to the sound of cursing, as well as the all to familiar sound of electronic failure. A look through her OODDS to notice a tech down the hall, and then also a look to the data on the mini screens. Seemed he was keeping still. Which was odd considering someone else was in the hall with her. Though she noted the crate...and walked over some. "Did you sign that out?"

She looked him over...couldn't recall his name but knew him obscurly. Not to mention he was sporting Echo issued tags. "Well good...can't have my equipment disappearing now can I?" She checked her OODDS again, what had become one hundred feet had become five. Okay...that was ood.

"Oh I was looking for that little manticore that we had the incident with a few years back...he's been getting out and using the air ducts as his personal playground and transport system. Speaking of which...have you see a little blue collar?"

She sideglanced him, hands clasping beside her back as she walked over to the crate. For a moment she looked at his datapad that was nothing but a fancy black screen now. Moving it aside she looking it over a moment. Funny...she'd seen that kind of subtle damage before.

Five feet was now zero feet. Meaning hey you were right on top...or it was right on top of you. Depended on your persepctive and orientation on the ship really. But now was when fun times like having an override lock code to every piece of equipment paid off as she punched in her own authroization codes. "Don't see how he could slip out...made it tight enough so he couldn't." At least she thought she had.