MissingNo
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AoK said:Taking one more deep breath, the tall hyena anthro got to his feet and slid his HHGs back into their holsters, buttoning a flap over the top of them so that they did not fall out during what, he was guessing, was going to be quite the rough tussle.
"What I see, will remain forever within my mind. And on the blessing of Alleera, I will tell none of what I learn about you." He nodded solemnly, expecting that whatever happened, they would not be coming back from it.
Then, thrusting his shoulders backwards, he fell into a sprinter's stance behind her as she reached for the door, a smile on his lips...a playful smile.
"Thank you," said Tweak, a small smile appearing before she heard the panel beeping at the pilot's terminal again.
The smile quickly disappeared, replaced with a look of grim determination. "Looks like it really is up to us..." she said softly, then checked the sensors for movement around the shuttle before going back to the hatch. Cracking it open, Tweak glanced around...then opened it and slowly walked down the ramp. She looked back at Deacon.
"Okay. Those trees over there," she said, pointing at the treeline directly across from the entrance to the spaceport. "That's where you'll be. I'm going in and making enough racket to get those nekos to follow me, hopefully all of them. If I can, I'll get them to chase me to you...if you think it's safe, give them a few shots to get them locked onto you too, then start running with me. After--" she quickly recalculated distance, speed, and feral neko attention span in her head before continuing -- "about ten seconds, stop and give them both fists. I guess my earlier fifteen-second quote came from how long I'd be running, not you," she said, the slight smile returning. "I'll be near the door until you get into position; raise your hand when you're ready."
Tweak took a deep breath, offering a small prayer to this "Terra" person Dream kept asking things from. Something called "Murphy's Law" kept echoing in her head, but there were only three ways this could go irreparably wrong. And two of them were up to her to prevent, the third was in the hands and wits of Team 35...
"Alright, let's do it." Tweak started toward the spaceport's front door, keeping as low a profile as she could and moving fast and silent to her position. She cycled her vision to thermal, hoping to see what her Tactical Operating System said would be neko thermal signatures...the cat-girls operated noticeably hotter than humans or nearly any other being, so she would be able to tell them apart from the rest of her team.
Oh yeah. There were FOUR ways this could go wrong. "Please don't let Montreal do anything terribly stupid...and please give me the clarity to make it work for us if she does," Tweak added to her previous prayer.