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Dec 26, 2013

Planet 1-Gr3-(1840)-D Part 4

Category: Star Cats
Posted by: weedles

Last Time on Star Cats: “Weom. Weom. Weom!”The native said. She started to sniff Ensign Mew-Mew, and then led him to a clearing. A small crevice was an opening in the cave, and she squeezed through, leading Enisgn Mew-Mew down some roughly carved stone stairs. He rounded a corner, holding the native's paw, and then he saw it all. It was breathtaking. 

Weom!! WEEEOOOOOMMMMMM!  An almost glass shattering wail came out of Yerra-Fang, a hungry kitten.  Messa-Ylakne, the mother to this tiny kitten, and the kind-hearted alien that had shown Ensign Meow-Meow around, had lead Ensign Meow-Meow to the last spot, her home, where she lived with three kittens and a husband.  The town was quite unique with wine distilleries, weapon armories, libraries, (primitive hospitals), colleges, stores, barbers, almost anything one could imagine, but sadly, no grasp on even basic medical skills.  Even the doctors had know clue what they were doing, and looked like they had just bought some tools from the weapons armory to stick and jab into people.  Honestly, Ensign Meow-Meow had never seen such an un-organized hospital, with stingy so called doctors sticking, jabbing, cutting, and fighting their patients.  They believed that if you stick a knife in your patient’s arm (or wherever depending on the hospital room) they will become strong.  If not, there is something wrong with them, and they are advised to run, jump off a cliff, and hope to die before the pain becomes to strong to bare.  Ensign Meow-Meow had learned also that Messa-Ylakn herself was sick, but feared she would get diagnosed with the “GhaGdah Yaum”.  Translated that meant: The Surefire Treatment.  The surefire treatment was the one that demanded all patients to jump off a cliff.  Ensign Meow-Meow could see why she didn’t want to get diagnosed with such a treatment.  Messa-Ylakn lived in one of the richest homes, built out of a strong wood and towering nearly seventy feet in the air, almost hitting the top of the cave.  She lived right above a hospital, and in this society it was high class if you could afford that sort of living.  However “primitive” some might see these cat-like aliens, they actually had quite a bustling society.  On Ensign Meow-Meow's long (and somewhat boring) tour he had learned of Messa-Ylakn expressment to change all of the world around.  She wanted to help people for the better, she wanted to cure the elderly.  All that had been diagnosed with the “GhaGdah Yaum” she wanted to help.  Ensign Meow-Meow felt the burning lump in his knapsack.  It was custom orders to carry one if you served aboard the Catnip, but the more Messa-Ylakn talked about how she wanted to help other’s the more the small object filled with a watery- blue substance grew heavier on him.  That small object, could solve the most basic, and some of the most sever illnesses in the world.  It had saved millions of lives, on the Kling-Meow home world when a contagious virus was spreading around rapidly two years ago.  Ensign Mew-Mew knew it could help Messa-Ylakn.  Messa Ylakn pointed to a velvet chair for Ensign Mew-Mew to sit down and offered him some tea.  She began going on about her hospital works, and who she didn’t want to go college because she believed nothing the taught there had ever been actually backed up with some sort of proof.  Ensign Mew-Mew strained to understand what Messa-Ylakna was trying to say.  A small removable device in his ear helped him do so, by decoding Messa-Ylakn’s words, but it did poorly.  His handheld equipment did much better, but he feared that Messa-Ylakna would learn that he actually lived on the Catnip if he did so.  He excused himself.  “Somewhere in this stupid house they HAVE to have a littler box!” Ensign Meow-Meow murmured to himself as he stumbled around the hallways looking for a restroom.  As he walked around, the thought came back to him about the medicine container he had in his pocket.  If only it wasn’t against regulations to give it to Messa-Ylakn.  If only.  

“No.  I will give it to her.  It will only be for the better, and nobody will know,” Ensign Meow-Meow decided on.  As he stumbled into a small grey room, he discovered the litter box.  It had been built into the floor.  Ensign Meow-Meow liked the design, but it was hard to see at first.  As he headed for the small, dusty litterbox, a strange eminating, ambient, creepy noise came from behind Ensign Meow Meow.  A blue flash of light came with it.  It kind of felt like a moment in a show when a weird vortex from the future opens up and for some strange nonsense reason your captain flies out, muffles you and tells you that you made a bad decision.  Ensign Meow-Meow had seen that on TV once.  He whirled around in time to see his poofy, lazy, grey furred, captain, leap out of the swirling blue and green vortex on top of him.  His paw muffled Ensign Meow-Meow.

“You made a bad decision.  You thought no one would notice.  But someone did, many did, you are the one responsible for so many deaths.”

 

To be continued in Planet 1-Gr3-D-(1840) Part 5


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