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Re: Fill - A Tribute of Cats part 1

[(Anonymous)]

**
*Star Destroyer, The Finalizer*

Some had suggested making the ship into a show piece, a museum, to showcase the glory of their Emperor.

Others had petitioned to make the ship into their beloved Emperor’s personal transport. After all, it was his ship, was it not? And there could be no worthier man than Emperor Hux to have a dedicated grand warship as his ferry between the stars.

The ship neither became a museum nor a personal vessel for show. Amongst the stars it remained, patrolling New Empire territories faithfully, seeing batches of First Order officers, soldiers, and support staff come and go.

**

“Gods Matt! Stop screaming at it. Now it’s never going to come out, and we’ll probably have to disassemble this entire wall panel to fish out its corpse! And since this cat was sent from the Capital by some fancy royal decree, where do you think we would be when upper management finds it missing?” a harried looking female senior technician poked at her team member half laying down on the floor.

“It bit me! And could you please stop screaming at me Leslie? You are stressing me out. You are stressing the cat out. Why don’t you do this yourself? I can’t reach that far. My arm is too shredded to fit this stupid hole,” the muscular man sat up, cradling his bleeding hand.

“Well if you hadn’t thrown a wrench near it, it wouldn’t have bolted right into the service panel!” Leslie was in no hurry to volunteer herself for cat-extraction. She’s had to fix enough of Matt’s screw ups as is.

“Well excuse me if I didn’t see the little beast!” Matt puffed and huffed and flushed angry red all the way below his uniform collars. Had he had another wrench at hand, he would have thrown that one too at this point.

Right before a real screaming match could break out, a mousey voice sounded behind both radar technicians, “Ah, excuse me, maybe I could give it a try?”

Matt and Leslie whipped their heads around, and realized there was a lanky young man with lanky red hair standing behind them. Probably for a while too. The man swayed a little bit on his feet, bit his lips, and pulled his oversized old cardigan tighter around non-existent shoulders.

The man stuck out a hand and waved hesitantly, “Umm, hi, I’m Techie, from IT.”

Leslie nodded at the man, “Leslie.” She then jerked her chin at Matt, “And this is Matt. So, Techie, that’s like a nickname right? What are you going to do? Crawl in after the cat? You are not That skinny.”

Techie shook his head, getting a strand of greasy hair into his mechanical eyes. He blew on the hair, and fished out a tin can from his cardigan pocket. He picked at the lid with pale, chipped fingernails, and with some effort, managed to pry it open.

It was a small can of tuna.

**

The cat was safely extracted. It even allowed Techie to pick it up.

Techie wasn’t buff (like Matt’s personal idol, the great Lord Kylo Ren), or stunningly handsome (like Lord Kylo Ren), or confident and powerful and brave (like Lord Kylo Ren), but somehow Matt couldn’t tear his eyes away from Techie’s soft smile and blushing face, as Leslie thumped the young man on the back for a job well-done, and the cat licked his rescuer’s tuna smelling fingers.

Matt was in love.

**
*The Celanon system – A Retirement Home*

Despite the many scientific and medical advancements of the many iterations of Empires and Republics, old age remained a steady constant near the natural end of every life. For the lucky ones, it simply sent them along to that great world beyond in their sleep. For the unlucky rest, sometimes it took away various usages of their bodies, sometimes it took away minds.

**

“Jeralltdine, oh Jeralltdine, you have come to visit your poor old father.” The sad shrunken figure of a man confined to bed reached out one skeletal arm at his visitor.

Governor Brojthe sighed, “Father, it’s me. Sister is not here anymore. The Resistance...”

The old man shook his head with some effort. “No, what nonsense! My Jeralltdine would never be done in by those wretched vermin. Why you are here now, standing right before me.”

“Your Honor, maybe I should… take my leave?” President Pravaat cursed under his breath as he hung back at the door. This was fastly becoming uncomfortable. It was no small secret Governor Jeraldt Brojthe hated his sister, who outshone him in every way, and remained perfect and heroic even in death. Who knew ex-System Sub-Commander Brojthe Sr. would choose today of all days to be delirious? Oh why did he make small talk with the Governor? Why did he even visit this facility for PR and tax deductible donations today?

Governor Brojthe also cursed inwardly. Why did he make small talk with Pravaat today? Now the industry man knows about his family embarrassment, his biased, feeble minded father. Even now the man, whom he had hoped to court for political donations, was trying to shuffle away in discomfort.

Before Pravaat could extract himself, Brojthe Sr. let out a glad cry, “Why Jeralltdine, who is this handsome gentleman accompanying you today? Someone special? Why have you not introduced us?”

Pravaat froze awkwardly while the Governor flushed blotchy red in embarrassment.

Brojthe Sr. would have rattled on more, likely about grandchildren, except he was interrupted by a great orange cat. The cat slid from between Pravaat’s legs, brushed by the Governor, leaving behind a dusting of fine hair, and jumped light of foot onto the sick bed, its tag glinting in the sun light, proudly stating its station as a therapy cat of Celanon City Luxury Retirement Livings. The creature nuzzled and purred at the elder Brojthe, who became completely distracted by his delightful feline friend, and forgot all about his human visitors.

**

“Mr. Pravaat.” Governor Brojthe stared at the cat on his father’s lap, as if seeing a ghost.

“Yes Your Honor?” President Pravaat answered in a quiet voice. He could not quite tear his eyes away from the cat either.

Governor Brojthe pointed at the cat with a shaking finger. “Mr. Pravaat, does that cat look, look familiar to you?”

“Yes Your Honor.” The President swallowed audibly, and the Governor broke out in a cold sweat.

Had their attempt at flattery backfired? To have the very cat they’d gifted the Emperor returned like this? To the very nursing home that the elder Brojthe has been housed in? The very nursing home that Pravaat and Co Ltd. publicly sponsors?

Was this a warning from the Emperor on his less than clean fund raising practices? The Governor thought.

Was this a cautioning against mixing private interests with public politics? The President shivered.

That far reaching, ever alert, and ever vigilant Emperor, who had sworn to erase all the ills and corruption that had plagued the old Empires. How foolish they were to think they could hide their dealings from his watchful eyes.

**
*Imperial Core Cluster, Imperial Capital, The Office*

“Can’t we keep at least one? Come on now Hux, you know you want to.” Kylo held the small squirming body straight in Hux’s face. “This one isn’t even supposed to shed that much.”

“For the last time Ren, no.” Hux looked away from the yellow unblinking eyes of the little beast, and switched to glare at the large and watery brown eyes of his cohabitant. “I do not know where people got the idea that I am weeping at the loss of a useful mouser, even if I did allow her onto my lap at one point or another. Perhaps they are mocking me. No, I am sure some of my enemies are definitely mocking me, taunting me with that they thought is a weakness,” the Emperor sneered, much like a displeased cat.

Oblivious to Hux’s souring mood, Kylo thrust the little cat at Hux’s again. “But Hux! Look at her, look at her sleek black fur and pink little toe pads. I am sure Nightsister would be a good addition to the house.”

“Nightsister? Really Ren? You named it? What kind of stupid name… Never mind that, aren’t you allergic?” Hux rubbed his temples and felt more grey hair coming in.

“I don’t recall your concerns about my health when Millicent peed in my helmet! And Nightsister is supposed to be hypoallergenic!”

**
*Imperial Core Cluster, Imperial Capital, The House, Master Bedroom*

“Was Millie really just a useful mouser to you?” Kylo Ren poked his bedmate in the side with a large blunt finger.

Hux turned around in the sheets, irritation clearly upon his features. “What is it Ren?”

“I thought you liked her? Did you stop caring the moment she died, and ceased being useful? She was a good mouser, all the way until the very end,” Ren pouted from his side of the bed.

“Kylo, it was a cat, it died, now get over it. Oh for Kriff’s sake, are you seriously drawing parallels between yourself and a cat in you over-dramatic head now? Be assured then Lord Knight Protector, you are much more valuable to the Empire than a mouser, and much more difficult to replace. Why are you even agonizing over this? Aren’t you supposed to be a mind reader?” Hux rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

But you are always so distant and aloof, the First Order, and now the Empire the greatest of your loves. You whose strength lay in your science and conviction, your plots and manipulations. You whose actions are rarely without secondary goals. Even with the Force, I could never tell if you simply found me a useful mouser of Resistance vermin or something more, even if you did save me from Snoke’s grasp and let me lay my head upon your lap.

**
*Imperial Core Cluster, Imperial Capital, The House, Sitting Room*

“Papa, I want to keep her. May I? May I may I may I pleeeeeaaase?” The little girl pouted up at her father, a little black cat held in her arms.

“But Gwendolyn, my darling, you are only home for the summer and holidays. Papa has already sent cats to the Junior Academy. You can see them there.” Hux bent down and smoothed the wayward ringlets on the girl’s head.

“Well, Nightsister won’t just be for me. She would be for you too. You were upset when Millie passed away. You let Daddy bury her, and only put all her things in storage instead of throwing them away. You loved Millie, not in the same way you love me and Daddy, but you loved her very much. I am sure you will love Nightsister too!” The girl who would one day be Emperor said with the observant eyes of her donor father, and the assured confidence and frank candor of her donor mother.

**
*Imperial Core Cluster, Imperial Capital, The House*

“Well, at least Nightsister looks like an independent soul. Maybe she will thrive despite your clumsy care,” Hux said to Kylo, his words mocking, but his tone good humored.

Kylo smiled, rolled over Hux, and smothered the slighter man with an almost affectionate hug between his well-toned arms.

**

Morning dew drops gleamed like crystals on verdant leaves, not yet touched by the rising sun. The ipomoeas were still in full bloom. Round flowers in rich purples and pale pink mixed with porcelain white, dotting the vines that crawled up the lattice over the wooden porch (drafted by the Emperor, and hand crafted by his Knight, along with the swing and playset across the yard).

Inside the modest house, the humans were still fast sleep. The men, encircled by each other, troubled by those strange dreams before waking, be they of guilt, horror, or past failures, we cannot tell. The girl, surrounded by stuffed animals and starship models, her angelic looks enhanced by a halo of strawberry blonde hair, her dreams filled with love and eagerness and hope for the future, as certain as her faint smile.

The lone non-human occupant of the house, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. Her soft blanket piled basket sat empty, her litterbox already used. But on the steps of the porch, lined up head to tail as if in both offering and gloating, lay small mammals and native song birds of every color, stiff and mutilated in two neat little rows.

**
*A Remote Corner of the Galaxy Far, Far Away*

In another corner of this galaxy far, far away, Stormtroopers GN-2100 and GN-3100 finally got to see the action they were hoping for. Their blaster fires mowed down captured Resistance Soldiers and native alien insurgents alike, who stared back at their executioners bloodied yet still defiant, until they fell where they stood, their bodies lining up into two gruesome rows.

** The End Meow**

Re: Fill - A Tribute of Cats part 1

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god I loved this!