Reoccurring Nightmare

[Lindsay Curie]

As she allows the strange creature to read her writing, Lindsay’s attention is drawn to what she can only conclude as ‘the dumbest animal on this side of the galaxy’. Sure, there might be a creature here that can destroy data with little effort. Sure, there’s two individuals here, Red and Black, that had... something about them. Powerful. And sure, there was Lindsay. A creature with so much contained alien radioactivity that just a moment of exposure could force your ‘insides’ to become ‘outsides’.

But look out! This thumbless, quadrupedal creature can pull things!

Large, golden eye gives an exaggerated roll. Lindsay knew what that was. It’s a dog. A Dalmatian at that. Common in human settlements as pets, but never talking. And it was apparent, here on this frontier where animals spoke freely, that the inbreeding of ‘purebred’ breeds was evident in their intelligence.

As Triangle begins to speak, the small machine at Lindsay’s side gives a small beep. She seems to continue listening as fingers gently work with the translator, setting it back to its proper options before pressing it back into the side of her head.

But something Crow says freezes the creature in place, translator still jutting from the putty-like substance that made up the alien.

”especially one as remote as Earth.”

In an instant, the creature has shifted. Like paint on glass, her form smears through space, pushing her from her relaxed sitting position to standing, only inches from the eyeholes in Crow’s mask. A hand is clasped on either arm, as she holds him in place. Flaxen gaze is wild, almost alarmed, as speech begins to morph into words.

“—͚̪̪̤ ͔̫͓i̗͝d͚̥ ̳y̥̹̣͇ọ̡̯ṳ̰ ̠̣͔̙͚͈j̷ṵs͎͍̙̤̖̩͢t҉̪̦ say? This planet. What did you just call it?!”

[Tucker]

"Oh what a mean by lift is pull with my teeth, I can pull anything, put me to the test and I will prove it to you.”

“Okay....” Tucker raises a brow and he wonders for a moment if it would get stuck there from the repeated action. “Then uh...pull her ship!” Tucker challenged with a smirk, his paw jabbing in the direction of the alien’s space craft.

" Oh is he a cop like you or owner?”

“He’s both, my police partner and master” he stated proudly, chest puffed out. Tucker takes in the scars darting the females body and his lips pull into a thin line.

“Ma’am you weren’t a fighting dog were ya?-please forgive my bluntness but I am curious is all”

[Chloe]

" I can fight but I don't. " Chloe said.

Chloe saw the ship and said to Tucker " Bring it on boy. "

Chloe ran up to the ship and said "watch this." Grabbing the ship with her mouth. She tried to pull it but couldn't.

" Okay maybe not the ship." Chloe said.

[Tucker]

" I can fight but I don't.”

“Bring it on boy”

“Boy?” Tucker wasn’t use to being called that and he gives a scoffing noise as he stares at her

“Mmhm” Tucker just tilts his head now watching the dog move towards the spaceship and then actually attempt to move it.

A fit of chuckles escape the large male as he drops onto his rump watching the spectacle and her foolish attempts.

"Okay maybe not the ship."

“Ah ha-ha I would say” Tucker laughs before glancing over at the alien wondering if she would be pissed at the dog for touching her ship.

[Crow]

  There was a sound from within Crow's mask. A light rush of air going in, and another going out. Even without facial expression to use as a clear indicator, it was plain to see simply from the rise and fall of his shoulders that he was, in a few choice words, utterly exasperated.

  "Tucker." Crow's words were carefully enunciated. He didn't budge, even with Lindsay's grip tightening against him. He'd had quite enough of the adolescent's delusions of grandeur. "Please escort the... enthusiastic Miss Chloe out of the courtyard."
  He didn't wait to see if they would listen; if the pup had any sense in her, she would take the hint. "Miss Curie," he began anew, refocusing his attention to the matter at hand. "Do pardon the interruption. I can promise you that it won't happen again."



"As for your new question: Earth. I said our planet was called Earth." There was a slight incline to his head.  "Now it's my turn. Is there something... significant about that?"

[Tucker]

"Tucker."

The shepherd instantly straightened up at that, sitting up proper now head turning to Crow with a soft murmur of “Yes, sir?”

"Please escort the... enthusiastic Miss Chloe out of the courtyard."

“Yes, I will at once sir” Tucker’s whole demeanor changed as he turns sharply at the stupid dalmatian giving a sharp bark and gently nudging her away from the group.

“C’mon Chloe. Let’s see if we can get something in the kitchen?” he growls softly glancing back at Crow giving him a nod as he moves away.

[Chloe]

" Hmm. Okay why am I in the kitchen are you expecting me to cook?" Chloe said.

"Wrong Dalmatian I can't cook, my sister Amy can." Chloe said.

[Tucker]

Tucker was damn sure this dog was insane, probably from all the fights she was in judging from her scars, her head having been slammed against the side of the ring one too many times if he had to guess.

“Ya know what? I’m done with your weird little games. Find the kitchen yourself, hell ‘cook’ that damn food while your at it” Tucker hisses softly to her as they walk down towards the kitchen now. He suddenly sprints forward and vanished around the corner eager to get away from Chloe

(Tucker has left the thread)

[Chloe]

" Hey wait Tucker I'm sorry okay? You don't understand." Chloe said.

" I just wanna be apart of the team, I am just trying to see how I can contribute." Chloe said.

[Lindsay Curie]

Stunningly, Tucker had a good eye for the alien already. As soon as the dog makes a move for her ship, she’s got eyes on it. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Crow’s intervention, things probably would have gotten much worse.

These creatures, touching her things without request or permission, were beginning to dig an irradiated grave.

Thankfully, the well dressed creature— who seemed to be very much in charge — had stepped in, and her attention can return to the matter at hand. Golden gaze slips back to Crow’s mask, and her tone is even, but firm.

“Extremely. Earth doesn’t exist anymore. It was torn apart by a cosmic being not ten cycles ago. There is no planet Earth. Unless—“

The creature freezes here for a moment, gaze going distant as she seems to put pieces together.

”... Impossible.”

Lindsay’s stare sharpens again, focused on Crow, only to shift over to Marius, and then Tabs as she speaks, “I need a map. Planetary, if possible.”

Her grip loosens, and she turns pointedly towards her ship. Strides long and hurried, her form struggles slightly to keep up the guise of walking as she moves. In fluid motion, she’s up the steps and has disappeared into the darkness within, the only sign of life being the occasional voice or noise.