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Side Sim: Just Relaxing (All are Welcome)

Posted June 20, 2021, 6:58 p.m. by Warrant Officer Hsull (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Stiles)

Posted by Lieutenant Belle Harper (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Just Relaxing (All are Welcome)

Posted by Warrant Officer Hsull (Chief Tactical Officer) in Side Sim: Just Relaxing (All are Welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Belle Harper (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Just Relaxing (All are Welcome)
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Hsull was stretched out on the small sofa in his quarters, the Savannah was curled at his side and he absently rubbed the ears every minute or two which elicited a contented purr from the cat. There was cooling cup of Forgraves Brew sitting on the small table in front of the sofa and a book was propped up against one knee. Hsull was currently reading “The Art of War” by an ancient Terran author named Sun Tzu, he found that the author had a unique approach to the subject and in fact used many of the philosophies and practices that he himself had learned over the years. He chuckled as he wished he had read this long ago, it might have saved him a lot of time and he for certain would have less scars. He subconsciously rubbed his hip, which no longer bothered him at all and rubbed the faint ridge of scar tissue under the fur on his chest.>>> He was luxuriating in just wearing a pair of loose shorts and his fur. He reached out and rubbed the cat, then grabbed the coffee mug as he turned a page with the claw on his thumb. The cat rumbled at having to move slightly and then settled again with his head resting on Hsull’s thigh.

Hsull - TO
OOC: Any and all are welcome to drop in for a chat or a cuppa.

Outsider Hsull’s quarters:

Two security NEs rounded the corner. “Yeah, well, if you hadn’t been too busy flirting with that nurse she wouldn’t have slipped by you and we wouldn’t have to go door to door to find her.”

“You’re just jealous she was into me and not you. You are a terrible wingman,” said the second security NE.

“Wingman?” he asked activating the door chime to Hsulls’s quarters. “We were on duty. Just shut up until we find her, okay?”

-NEs Hardy and John

Hsull had just read a passage that stated “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” He was pondering the meaning of this when the Savannah suddenly jumped up and faced the door, growling softly, the door chime rang and marking his place in the book with a finger he rose, grabbed his cane and went to answer the door.

Upon opening the door he was faced with two Security officers. “What can I do for you gentlemen ? You look like you lost something.” The Savannah stood by his right leg still growling softly. “You’ll have to pardon the cat, she’s hungry and a bit grouchy at the moment, come to think of it so am I, you two look young and tender, care to come in for a while ?” Though Hsull was joking with the two, there was a rumor that Caitian’s ate raw meat from whatever source they could get it. While he did prefer his meat on the rare side, he seldom ate the occasional stray ensign. Hsull rose to his full height and gave the two ensigns his best smile, displaying his impressive canines. “Just joking ensigns, now what or who is it you’re looking for ?” Hsull turned and sat back down on the sofa, but the Savannah stayed where she was between him and the door.

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A very pale and shaken NE Hardy spoke up. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but we were looking for the CIO Lt. Belle Harper. She has apparently disappeared.” He realized how imbecilic that sounded. “Only, Sir, she is very adept at stealth.”

Frustrated with his companion’s ineptitude NE John added, “we are supposed to keep an eye on her, but she is a highly skilled officer and has evaded us. The computer can’t seem to locate her either. I don’t suppose you’ve seen her, Sir.”

-NEs Hardy and John

Hsull folded over a corner of the page he was reading and placed the book on the table, he sat back and placed both arms on the back of the sofa, if he had worn glasses he would have pushed them up on his nose. “Let me get this straight, gentlemen. You’ve lost the Chief Intelligence Officer, and do you mind telling me just why you’re seeking her in the first place ? I know this seems counterintuitive but I have no reason to harbor the fugitive CIO, and the cat here would sure know if a stranger were in my quarters.” The Savannah looked at the two ensigns and licked her chops, she was really too small to do more than bite and scratch but at thirty-four pounds could do a lot of damage if she so chose. Hsull patted the sofa, “Fuzzy get over here! You two are more than welcome to search my quarters, but if you don’t find anything I may well have you for lunch, figuratively if not physically. Your choice gentlemen.” Hsull rose and went to the replicator to get the cat her lunch and something for himself as well, “Two steaks, 16 oz., room temperature only, and Forgrave’s brew, hot with extra cream.” When the food arrived he placed one steak on a plate on the floor and picked up the other and bit a chunk out of it, “Delicious” he mumbled as he took a sip of the hot coffee.

Hsull - CTO


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