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.Snow Kitty	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 1206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Audible sensors are unable to detect verbal communication from the creature undergoing treatment."
Thelira sipped from the bottle and raised one eyebrow. Kitty copied the expression.
"Why doesn't the computer hear you?" she finally asked.
"Because she has no soul?" Kitty said, apparently guessing.
The other woman snorted. "My Academy roommate says that's the reason I danced like a white girl. No soul."
"Oh, no, Thelira. You have a soul! I can see it. It's just blind to the Oversoul."
"Oversoul...." Thelira repeated. Kitty nodded. "And how do you know my name?"
"The same way I know your language. The Oversoul can see your soul. And it shares what it sees with me. I know..." She waved a hand at the autodoc. "This is something that fixes broken people. Even people so broken they are surely dead." She rubbed her arm once more.
"Fascinating," Thelira said. "This is going to take some time to take in... Um. What's your name?"
"My mother watched me crawl around the den and pounce on my siblings," Kitty intoned. It sounded like something rehearsed. "It reminded her of an inquisitive stalker with youthful energy and unending curiosity." The tone became less formal. "The stalkers are rare around here, a silent four-legged hunter."
"So....'Kitty' is your name?" Thelira asked. Kitty shrugged.
"Well, Kitty, what are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" the native shot back.
"I meant, when you guys run out and slap us on the leg. What are you doing?"
"And I mean, you people come out of nowhere." Kitty stood and edged along the wall, obliquely approaching the officer. "You wave your arms and things appear, buildings grow like plants, and you walk around like clouds."
"Clouds?" Thelira asked. Then she shook her head. "Never mind. Your, uh, your Oversoul doesn't explain?"
"Yours is the first soul that the Oversoul can hear. We thought your people to be... Monsters."
Thelira's Academy class had included the first Horta graduate. She imagined the little creatures watching an acid-sweating rock operate the station.
"Well, I can understand that," Thelira said out loud. "So why do you touch them?"
"Why are you here?" Kitty repeated. Then she smiled. Thelira found herself smiling back.
"You want to set up some sort of...trade?" she asked. "I answer a question, you answer one?"
"Trade?" Kitty snorted. "I thought a warrior would be above mercantile solutions. I touched you. The only way you touched me was after I died.
"You want to earn an answer? Prove you’re worthy...of an answer?" She gestured towards the door. "Let me go. Catch me if you can."
"Once a day," Thelira responded instantly. "Today's loser chases the winner tomorrow. Right now, you're ahead, so I chase you. If I catch you, you answer a question of mine. If I don't, I answer a question of yours."
"We both touch that tree you spun around on. The...." The little one searched for the word. "Perimeter scanner." Thelira nodded. "We both touch it. The winner says Go and runs to the next perimeter scanner on the beach."
"That's about thirty meters apart," the Andorian said. Kitty nodded. "If I get to it, or catch you, before you reach that, I win. If you touch it first, you do."
"Exactly." Thelira's heart pounded a bit from anticipation. The beast could certainly offer a challenge. And they could add details as time went on.
"It is, as they say, on," Thelira said. She took down the barrier and offered her hand. "We'll start whenever you feel recovered."
"GO!" Kitty shouted, then ducked under the giant woman's hand. She scampered down the bed, leapt to the floor and ran to the door.
Every time Thelira had approached the door it had opened. The alien had observed this and concluded that it somehow saw approaching beings and moved out of their way.
She had never imagined any sort of filter on a machine's response to movement. She was not identified by the door as someone with free movement inside the station. It did not begin to move out of her way.
Thelira winced as her recent patient ran head-first into the internal door. She scooped up the limp form and put her back on the autodoc's table.
"Maybe tomorrow," she said. Suggestions started to appear on the autodoc's screen.
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Thelira wrapped herself in an excursion blanket and slept under the autodoc. Her dreams involved cleaning blood from the Wall of Heroes with a sonic screwdriver.
Human copyright lawyers were chasing her across the glacier when she woke up.
Kitty's tiny face hung upside down over the end of the examination table. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeirdo," she said.
"Stay outta my dreams," Thelira muttered as she crawled out into the room.
"Couldn't see them," Kitty said. She flipped through a hand stand and ended up sitting on the edge of the table. "But your horns wiggle while you sleep." She giggled as she tried to mimic the behavior with her fingers.
The lieutenant watched her for a few seconds. She stood motionless, stoic of expression. Then, as the wiggling fingers stilled, she set her 'horns' to corkscrew. Kitty laughed so hard she fell off the table, barely catching the edge with one hand.
"I guess you're over the headache," Thelira said. She turned to the doorway. "Want some breakfast?"
Kitty swung herself along and hit the ground running. She pattered over to the edge of the doorway, then poked her hand through the opening.
"It'll stay open as long as I stand here," Thelira assured her. Kitty chose her moment then dashed through the opening, sliding to a stop in the hallway.
"What a weird cave," Kitty said. She turned to gaze up and down the hallway. "What is this place for, anyway?"
She fell into step as the Starfleet officer walked towards the galley. Thelira considered. "Well, you did earn one question. A big rock fell out of the sky and could make you all sick. We're trying to clean up the pieces of the rock."
"Who's we?"
Thelira stood to activate the galley door. Kitty repeated her careful examination of the opening. Just as she prepared to dash through, she was grabbed up into the air. A big blue face smiled at her.
"You haven't earned another question," Thelira snarled.
"Eep."
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The native bounded through the door and took off across the tundra. Thelira watched her go. No wave, no backward glance, just running until even Andorian eyesight had lost track of her.
She went back inside and sat at the computer console. A visual record of her contact with the natives was called up. She edited out her nude scenes though the written report included everything.
The opening line of her submission was a suggestion that the Janus IV Recovery Administration review the initial assessment of the native's standing on the intellectual scale.
She closed with a request for permission to continue exchanging questions with her native contact. At least until policy on those natives could be established.
With a deep, cleansing breath she submitted the report to her chain of command.
Antennae dipped in hopes that she wouldn't be forbidden to chase answers.
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The first thing the Commodore in charge of the Janus system did was survey other personnel for Snow Kitty observations.
They were many. Thelira scanned the entries made to the local network.
"The ones near my dig are very curious about the mine shaft. I'm always having to scare them out with the warning horn."
"My local population seems to want to hit me, to see if I'm real."
"Like the Horta, the other Janus system life form, the ones here are fascinated with my pilot's Vulcan ears. Every time Fest goes out to the survey ship, two jump off the nacelles to slap them."
"I've tried to trap a few for study. They always dismantle the trap and pile the parts neatly on the doorstep. Nearly broke my neck tripping over them the first time."
"I haven't seen any down here in the swamps."
"I keep raising the fence around the filter station. They keep finding ways to get over it. I hope they're curious. I was afraid I'd been put down in their migratory path."
She could imagine Commodore Hillstreet reading through the results. He'd probably break that swagger stick over his knee.
No new orders were issued by the next day so she went out to try to get some answers.
Kitty stood by the stanchion, bouncing slightly in anticipation. Thelira took hold of the metal with both hands. Kitty smiled and took her place. "Center your stance," she said.
"I know," Thelira replied. Kitty's eyes popped wide.
"No, no, it wasn't advice. It's, you know, how we time it. Center your stance, dig in your toes, fly like the wind."
“Oh! The Academy teaches 'on your mark, get set, go. We start running when they say 'go.'"
"We start with wind," Kitty replied.
"With what?" Thelira asked. Her antennae tilted forward the way some races' ears pointed.
"With wind!" Kitty said. "You start running when I say 'wind!'" Thelira pounced. A surprised Kitty looked up from where ten fingers pinned her to the sand.
"You said wind," the officer smiled. She rolled her prey into a firm grip and headed for the galley. She got the impression of several bodies lining what was supposed to be the race course.
"You tricked me!" Kitty protested. Her little legs kicked like a racing icelot.
"And you fell for it," she replied. "Now, eat some chilled salmon and let me think of my first question."
Kitty watched her shut and lock the door, then slumped on the table by the plate of food.
"You lost, kiddo," Thelira said. She slid a slice between her teeth and closed her eyes while she savored it. Earth animals always had the depth of flavor Andorians usually associated with the height of summer.
Her antennae allowed her to watch Kitty as the local watched her expression. A tiny hand snaked out to snag a sliver. "Mmmmmm."
"I would ask if you like it," she said softly. "But you'd count that as my question and I'd have to work even harder tomorrow."
Kitty sneered.
But she didn't argue.
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After a few weeks, still without direction from above, Thelira had learned that the Snow-Kitty's were counting coup on the Federation officers. But it wasn't for a rite of passing. Their leadership system was based on merit rather than verbiage.
Every time Kitty got away from the big blue monster, she gained political capital among her people.
The Snow-Kitty's were also the first semi-insectoid race Starfleet had encountered since the Andorians helped found the Federation.
Scans had indicated that the 'oversoul' was a shared consciousness. Or more like a sub-consciousness. It held the knowledge of the race.
Individuals could access it through a weird set of sonic antennae. Not quite telepathy, the hyper-sound carried only a few miles from any individual. But information would cross the entire continental population in a matter of days.
The lack of personality in the oversoul led the individuals to believe it was a separate being that knew of and helped inform the Snow-Kitties.
The lieutenant had scanned herself and discovered her own antennae broadcast in a similar manner though they were unable to pick up any information.
In turn, Kitty had learned about the toxic sky rocks. The purpose of the river filters, the field tractors, the lake distillers and the hoverplows was filtering across the land.
And little piles of pergium were showing up at station perimeters every sunrise.
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"You've ruined the envirotherapy effort!" Commodore Hillstreet shouted over the comm.
Thelira raised her hands, palm out. "No, sir. I believe I've enhanced it." She beckoned. Kitty walked into the comm. pickup. Thelira stroked her back reassuringly.
"Who is he?" she asked, staring at the screen. Hillstreet turned a deep shade of red.
"He's the man trying to save your whole planet from the toxic sky rocks," Thelira told her.
The native dropped to her knees on the table. "Thank you, sir! Without you, we would not have known about the dangers!"
"Lieutenant? What's happening?"
"She's talking to you, sir. She does it by rubbing cilia together at the top of her head. It's... difficult for the comm's pickups to detect. I thought I had them adjusted..." She played with the settings.
"But you hear her?"
"Oh, yes, sir. Form follows function. My antennae listen in the same sound range hers do. Okay, Kitty, go ahead." Kitty repeated her thanks. Hillstreet's eyes widened.
"The sky rock. It is interesting. The tribe of the north mountains has tried making weapons from them.
"The eastern shore tribe made them into jewelry that we were all jealous of.
"And my own people tried to use them to line our fire pits. Thanks to you, we know that's all bad. We turned our rocks over to my honorable foe. She gave us medicine.
"All across the land, my people are making sure the sky rock is found and cleansed. So no child of the next generation or the next next generation or the next hand of generations is sick."
She dipped her face to the table's surface. "We cannot thank you enough."
"Um, well, protection is a big part of what Starfleet does, uh, young woman." Hillstreet's angry color faded. He still looked like a corpse to Thelira but Kitty took it in stride. She rocked back on her heels and listened.
"We just..., well, Lieutenant Ceksan should not have...um."
"Warned us?" Kitty asked. "Helped us?" She gestured to indicate the station. "Isn't that what they're here for?" She looked up at Thelira and shrugged.
"Sir, the survey team classified indigenous life as pre-tech," Thelira said. "No one took any precautions to hide our presence. They've been watching us the whole time.
"But now, they can find pergium deposits on their own. They'll bring the smaller bits in, in exchange for hyronalin treatments. And if there are larger deposits they can lead us to them."
"But the Prime Directive," Hillstreet moaned.
"Not meant to be a death sentence, sir," she said. "These people need us. And we can't very well hide our presence if we're stealing their spearheads."
"No..." he said thoughtfully.
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Two days later, Thelira stepped out the front door of the station. Kitty ran out to grab the stanchion, ready to race. Thelira just sat on the steps.
Kitty waited, suspecting a ruse. Finally curiosity drove her to approach. "Race?" she asked.
The officer shook her head. "Can't race today. I have to prepare for my replacement."
"Aw!" Kitty protested. "You can't go! You can't! You..." She looked back and forth on the beach as if seeking inspiration. "You don't know how we make babies! You'll have to challenge it out of me!"
"Eggs," Thelira said. "Your ovaries push them just far enough to expose them to the male-"
"Fine!" Kitty shouted. "Go. No more races." She kicked the sand with a petite toe. "You're probably tired of getting your butt kicked, anyway."
"I'm three ahead of you, shorty!" She pat the step next her. "I didn't say we'd never race again." Kitty sat beside her with ill grace.
"Sure. Visits. Travel the wonders of the stars and the gulfs of the sky and see burning fires the size of the whole world. Then remember a little warrior you knew and raced and....liked. And come back to visit."
"I said no race today. You got sand in your ears?"
"What?"
Thelira scooped her friend up to sit in her lap. "I got word today. We're establishing a Snow Kitty Encounter Facility. Not far from here. I'm going to be in charge of the effort to work out what your people and mine can offer each other."
"Really?" Kitty smiled and started to bounce a bit. "Near? How near?"
The transporter effect started to sound a few yards down the beach. Ten Starfleet Engineers and fourteen pallets of construction materials were left after the colorful lights faded.
"Oh, pretty near," Thelira said.
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