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It was strange, being too smart for your own good. It was also strange being compelled to wander around after those weird folks that the internet said were terrorists. It was fascinating. He wondered what sort of interesting technology they must have, so sometimes he got a little too close to the action...or sat waiting, watching, wanting to catch one of them in action.

Sometimes, he even felt a weird sort of welling inside, like he were far more intwined with the costumed weirdos than he knew. Or those times when he felt drawn to a space for reasons unknown.

After his furry majesty had been groomed by the pre-teen at the apartment complex, he set out at a jaunty pace to cruise for action and came close enough to the aura of someone that made everything fall into place: a senshi. Memories hit, purpose rediscovered; but by the time Tiberius had stopped reeling from the resurgence of purpose, the white and gold was long gone, leaving the fluffy Mauvian along sitting on a brick fence wondering how he'd gone so long without knowing.

All this going on around them...but they don't even care. That's stupid. "Really stupid."

Tiberius was Distracted by the wall of thoughts going through his head: he wasn't just a smart cat, he was a Mauvian...which made his interest in all things technologic suddenly very sensible instead of quirky. He noticed the heavy aura, felt the low queasiness from thick Chaos but it was all around - there was no pinpointing it and to be fair, it was hard to make sense of whether or not this was a normal thing or new.

Perhaps Destiny City always felt this way?

There was a feeling of apprehension that followed the not knowing - the sense of something wrong, something big. Tibs looked around, plumed tail lashing and a low growl rising in his chest. Something's not right here.... Ears swiveled in all directions, seeking sound as eyes scanned the tableau before him. Everything looked normal. Maybe it's just how things are? Tiberius ducked his shoulders down the way cats did while his furry elbows made sharp points on either side as he half-crouched on the warmed bricks, alert and waiting.

Silken plume waved as his tail made short, aggravated jerks. Something was going to happen, he could feel it...but what? And was Destiny City just so infested with Chaos that he would forever be tasting it in the back of his throat like bad tuna?

Puzzling these things out, Tiberius' reaction time was not as good as it might otherwise have been, and the General was able to catch him by the scruff just as he was springing away to avoid being taken by the one he now understood had likely been the cause of the heavy Chaos aura.

"Put me down!" An unholy yowling, shrieking caterwauling came from the captured Mauvian and he twisted his body the way pissed off cats did, using every ounce of flexibility inherent in his feline form to slash at any portion of the officer's body he could get his claws near. Jaws open to bare fang and make biting easier, razor sharp claws seeking flesh, fur puffed out with clumps flying, Tiberius was not going to make it easy for his captor to hold onto him.

If only I could face them... Then he'd give them a proper fight! Get his one-off going and high-tail it out of there.

There was no response on the communicator but the message had been delivered; a moment later, a surge of power flickered into the area. Axinite arrived, not so very far from the two.

"I apologize for the delay," he said as he approached the General; he was brushing down his uniform, trying to smooth it out and regain a bit of composure. He didn't seem frazzled, but it was clear that he had come from some other task. He adopted a smile to greet Schörl and stopped next to her.

"I haven't seen a White Moon Mauvian in some time." He seemed impressed. "They were rare in my previous posts, I've only brought over a few. Schörl, you have done a splendid job. I intend to pass on a few word of praise to the Queen. May I?" he asked, holding his hand out as if to take the Mauvian from her. It wasn't that he couldn't corrupt the cat while Schörl was holding it, only that it it would have been both an awkward position and could have put them at risk for attack.

"Little one," he said to the Mauvian, "What is your name?"

'I intend to pass on a few word of praise to the Queen.'
Do you now. Laurelite or Metallia. But what have you been up to, General Soveriegn?

Not wrangling mauvians, at least. Smiles from the Sovereigns were daggers in the dark, and left the wonder what this one would have in store for any who truly caught his attention beyond a single task. "They are numerous in Destiny City, sir. "

She gave furry noisemaker over into his grasp, carefully aware of what direction the face was pointing. Catching a tiger by the tail had caveats, whether a more powerful officer was present, aware, or even cared.

Barbary set to climbing up her uniform to become a cape again. Does it know it's name so soon? Or do they take whatever names their human owners or shelters gave them?

Being told that his continued efforts at struggling would only cause harm, Tiberius settled a bit; it wasn't as though the orange-haired dandy were wrong, even just hanging there, scruffed, was a bit painful. He just wasn't built like a 'normal' cat, and the musculo-skeletal differences were making his position increasingly unpleasant, Negaverse notwithstanding.

"I'm not buyin' what you're selling, prettyboy." Less heat accompanied that jibe; reality and logic said that this was going to happen. Granted, the hand coming to his fuzzy chest made a wonderful target, and the big Mauvian grabbed at it with all claws to make him stop - a bit of a 'hold the hell up' gesture...with some extra stab.

He'd been captured by the enemy and would shortly be joining their ranks - it would hurt less, apparently, if he cooperated. "I want a tablet and access to ebay for parts." Request made, the Mauvian went limp and unresisting in Axinite's hold, claws coming out of the fabric covering the General Sovereign's hands and just kind of hanging there, toe tuffs looking rather regal.

"Get it over with, hanging here sucks."

Axinite seemed satisfied and smiled at Schörl—and the Mauvian. “That and more will be provided, of course.”

It wasn’t just a pretty lie to placate the creature; it was as easy as offering him a lifetime supply of air. To deny a Mauvian technology would have been foolish and a waste of their unique abilities.

“Take a breath, relax,” he insisted, though he seemed aware that the cat had already gone limp in his grip. He didn’t want to drag his out any longer than he needed to so with his free hand, he reached into the Mauvain’s chest and fished around for the starseed. It was painless, up until the point when his hand wrapped around it and he started to pump Chaos into it.

He could have done a slow, steady pump of Chaos, but all that did was cause a slightly less, but more prolonged, pain. So he shoved it all at once—careful, calculated, efficient.

When he was satisfied, when he was confident that the Mauvian was theirs, he adjusted his grip and drew him into his arms with a bit more tenderness. He kept a grip on the back of his neck all the same, just in case, but he was at least making a effort to make him more comfortable.

Succinct and satiating came the words: capitulation rolled into an already base understanding of hierarchical power structure. Solitary in many cases, natural cats could work cooperatively within colony structures in the wild. Mauvians were a unguessable thing insofar as how much or how little they resembled their inherited Terran bodies. The deed done, then. It is possible, and I have personally seen the conversion of a Mauvian.

“Water, small vittles and a comfortable, quiet space to rest for a while. “ And brushing, bath, flea treatment...there will not be cat hair, nor dander, on the antiques. Preparations ahead of time can’t be helped though. Some of it will have to wait. The smoking room will do as temporary housing for the first night. It’s enclosed and filtered. Easier to treat after than the whole loft.

“Are there any specific, immediate, procedures for Mauvians that I will need to see to, General King?”