Give the boss-guy a star (and
let him picks the missions... nevermind). Marking Territory indeed.
"Major Sawchyk," Space Mage asked, completely unfazed by the battering by Thibor's tail. "Why were you drinking from the firehose?"
That was an excellent question,
and there was an answer for it. Thibor considered all three for a moment. His
purest military instincts had immediately locked into shut-the-fuck-up mode. He knew that all members of the IST Team
had had operational security beaten into them; or rather Cammy had presented the lecture, and Thibor had conducted the field testing, beating anyone who let
classified information slip. He knew that the Legendary had done some cross training, but could not necessarily count
on operational security being maintained. That was one paw. The other paw noted
that curiosity did have a tendency to kill the cat. It would not necessarily be the cat's fault, but the end
result, felix mortis, was to be avoided. Most of the time. If he didn't
tell them, or distract the catgirls with string and Spacemage with something else shiny, he would likely be followed.
Leadership. You're soaking in it. Life was not fair, fair was where you went on the pony
rides. Thibor considered the trio. Operational briefing. If he was talking, they wouldn't be listening; not talking or tagging after him like he was the pied piper of
Cosplay. It was unlikely that any of the information would be dangerous if released and the residual risk of its
release would be minor.
"Am staging two part
operation against Council." Thibor said calmly. "Is having noticed
large increase in Council War Wolf activities over last two weeks. Is getting bolder and more brazen in
attacks. Is having to stop."
"Firehose…" Purrfect
Scrapper tried to interrupt, but was silenced as Thibor raised a hand.
"Council war wolves is not
werewolves." Thibor continued. "Is similar, but
different. Is combination of genetic experimentation combined with nictus energies.
Is not having vulnerabilities to silver or phases of moon; but genetic code is containing large chunks of wolf DNA, and is inheriting many wolf
characteristics."
"That's why they keep
gnawing on those bones in Striga." Purrfect Scrapper noted, having recently spent a great deal of time on the
island.
"And bay at moon, and
congregate in packs, and occasionally fall off couch." Thibor agreed.
"And mark territory."
"Mark…
Gross!" Space wrinkled up her features and shook her head back and forth.
Thibor leaned away slightly to avoid being smacked by her long ears.
"Firehose." Thibor confirmed her worst fears and then smiled
wolfishly. "War Wolves is military wolves. Recent increase in activity
indicates is having leader that is stronger than before and is urging packs to greater activities. So am going to
Striga to remind that Striga is not belonging to council."
"You mean you're going
to…" Purrfect Archer gaped. "On Striga." The cat on her shoulder looked as disgusted as a cat could, which meant that it had the standard cat expression pasted upon its
face.
"Striga. Mine." Thibor nodded. "Is first step in
pack challenge."
let him picks the missions... nevermind). Marking Territory indeed.
"Major Sawchyk," Space Mage asked, completely unfazed by the battering by Thibor's tail. "Why were you drinking from the firehose?"
That was an excellent question,
and there was an answer for it. Thibor considered all three for a moment. His
purest military instincts had immediately locked into shut-the-fuck-up mode. He knew that all members of the IST Team
had had operational security beaten into them; or rather Cammy had presented the lecture, and Thibor had conducted the field testing, beating anyone who let
classified information slip. He knew that the Legendary had done some cross training, but could not necessarily count
on operational security being maintained. That was one paw. The other paw noted
that curiosity did have a tendency to kill the cat. It would not necessarily be the cat's fault, but the end
result, felix mortis, was to be avoided. Most of the time. If he didn't
tell them, or distract the catgirls with string and Spacemage with something else shiny, he would likely be followed.
Leadership. You're soaking in it. Life was not fair, fair was where you went on the pony
rides. Thibor considered the trio. Operational briefing. If he was talking, they wouldn't be listening; not talking or tagging after him like he was the pied piper of
Cosplay. It was unlikely that any of the information would be dangerous if released and the residual risk of its
release would be minor.
"Am staging two part
operation against Council." Thibor said calmly. "Is having noticed
large increase in Council War Wolf activities over last two weeks. Is getting bolder and more brazen in
attacks. Is having to stop."
"Firehose…" Purrfect
Scrapper tried to interrupt, but was silenced as Thibor raised a hand.
"Council war wolves is not
werewolves." Thibor continued. "Is similar, but
different. Is combination of genetic experimentation combined with nictus energies.
Is not having vulnerabilities to silver or phases of moon; but genetic code is containing large chunks of wolf DNA, and is inheriting many wolf
characteristics."
"That's why they keep
gnawing on those bones in Striga." Purrfect Scrapper noted, having recently spent a great deal of time on the
island.
"And bay at moon, and
congregate in packs, and occasionally fall off couch." Thibor agreed.
"And mark territory."
"Mark…
Gross!" Space wrinkled up her features and shook her head back and forth.
Thibor leaned away slightly to avoid being smacked by her long ears.
"Firehose." Thibor confirmed her worst fears and then smiled
wolfishly. "War Wolves is military wolves. Recent increase in activity
indicates is having leader that is stronger than before and is urging packs to greater activities. So am going to
Striga to remind that Striga is not belonging to council."
"You mean you're going
to…" Purrfect Archer gaped. "On Striga." The cat on her shoulder looked as disgusted as a cat could, which meant that it had the standard cat expression pasted upon its
face.
"Striga. Mine." Thibor nodded. "Is first step in
pack challenge."