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CHARGON-ASSISTED ACCELERATED BREEDING PROGRAM SUBJECT RECORDS
Ngodumo Lwe Siyanqoba
Subject No. Fe.32A [Note: Subject prefers to be called “Nobubele” or “Bel”]
Species: F. Catus
Birth Date: ~0097 ADA
Size: 91cm from mask to tail tip, 11kg with mask and collar
Intelligence: Fully understood human speech at ~2 months, adult human-like speech [assisted] at ~4 months, 1st unassisted takeoff and landing at ~1 year. Faster learning and reaction speed than the majority of cadets. Abnormally high level of empathy, watch this for future issues.
Etc.: Enlarged brain larger than feline skull and underdeveloped facial muscles, necessitating a specialized mask for protection and expression. Requires specialized collar for communication and piloting. Currently assigned to Kpt. Dimba. Likes singing [Note: irrelevant, strike from records]
—
You and I are numbers first
And lovers second
Nobubele curled herself up onto the spacer’s sleeping chest, their soft breaths and beating heart calming her into gently purring. Kaptein Nomfundo Dimba, her commanding officer and lover, looked into the living room from the kitchen of the previously-unabandoned building that they were occupying. “We still have some eggs left, gonna fry some up. Also don’t smother them.”
Bel didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d been doing this every day ever since they had captured the unconscious spacer. “Don’t worry,” a soft woman’s voice spoke from the black cat’s collar and explained, “I’m not going near their face.”
Dimba gave an unbelieving smirk, and disappeared back into the kitchen.
Everyone knows that
Everyone knows that
The digital eyes on Bel’s protective mask lit up to look at their sleeping prisoner. Upper command had warned them so much of the Abantu Benyanga’s advanced Lanzer that could annihilate entire platoons of GL’s, but she and Dimba had taken them down easily. Maybe the Bastet took them by surprise? Or maybe… Bel stretched out, turning over slightly onto her back. They’re so young. They look like a child…
The spacer’s flight suit was so ornate, but more comfortable to lie on than one would think. The cat couldn’t help but begin kneading the fabric with her paws, feeling it. Way nicer than Nomfundo’s leather uniform. We should figure out what this is made from.
The cat grew so comfortable that she slipped into song, as she was known to do when she was most comfortable and content. It was a little tune that came to her in a dream, about falling for someone when you know it’s all doomed.
Without her noticing, the spacer began to stir, their face contorting until their eyelids revealed two lilac irises that slowly focused on the strange animal on their chest. “Hu…hmm… what…” The digital representation of Bel’s eyes turned to two upended half circles, and the oscilloscope display on her collar lit up. “Hello, there.”
Soon enough one of us hurts
And one is broken
The spacer, startled, began flailing in panic. “Ah! What the hel… Get off me!”
Bel leapt off of their chest immediately, and the prisoner crawled back to claim the corner of the sofa that they had been sleeping on as safe haven. “Where am I? What the hell are you? Are you a torture device?”
Bel, sitting politely on the other end of the sofa, looked at her body and back at the spacer, a green question mark appearing in the middle of her face. “Goodness, I’m not that heavy, am I?”
Kpt. Dimba’s large frame appeared over the two of them, and placed two plates of scrambled eggs onto a coffee table in front of the sofa. “I dunno, I’m beginning to wonder if I should be feeding you these.”
“But they make my coat so silky smooth!”
Everyone says that
Everyone says that
Nomfundo sat down on a lounge chair next to the sofa, and finally noticed that their captive pilot had woken up. “Oh. Hey. You like eggs?”
The spacer’s mind raced, uncertain as to what to say. What language was she speaking? Wait, it was the same language the cat spoke. I think I know this? Remember what they trained you to say when questioned. “I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Elysian Truth, service number XS-988-5532. I refuse to answer any other questions until I’m returned to my people.”
A pair of long, thin metal hands unfolded out of Bel’s collar, and they gently grasped a fork in one of the plates of eggs. Dimba shrugged. “Well, I hope you like scrambled, because it’s the only kind I know how to make.”
She pushed her plate in front of Elysian, and got up to go back into the kitchen. The voice in Bel’s collar spoke up. “Could you get me some pepper, too, please?”
In a way I find it hard to hate
Because I know you’re looking for a chase
Lt. Truth shakily held out a hand to the plate of food in front of them. They were so hungry… How long had it been since they had a bite? Wait. Stop. These are the eggs of the enemy. “N-no. I won’t eat this. It’s poison.”
More question marks appeared on Bel’s face, and she replied, “Doesn’t taste like poison to me.”
Elysian leapt to their feet, backing away towards the open door, pointing at their captors. “That’s because you’re Earthers! Cruel, demented savages who breathe toxic air, drink toxic water, and eat toxic food! I could never-”
The panicking pilot moved to their face to gesture to the mask protecting them from the chargon in the air and feeding them their medicine, which was currently not there. Their gloved hands came into direct contact with their skin, and what little color there was in their face drained away. “H…H-wh…Bu…”
And I like to get caught and then let go
It’s so reliable, so inevitable that
We’ll never be as one
Dimba sat back down with a third plate of eggs, and placed her combat boot-covered feet on the coffee table. Bel grabbed her plate with her metal claws and hopped over to the sofa as her commanding officer explained, “Your mask was broken in your explosion. Shattered, glass or plastic or something everywhere. Your face was kind of cut up but otherwise fine. Whatever that stuff was that insulated the explosion was good stuff”
The black cat with a mouth full of egg spoke up to add on, “You’ve been enjoying good old fashioned chargon-infused Earth air for the better part of a week now. Sorry to surprise you with that.”
Lt. Truth’s breathing grew ragged as a sick newborn as they hyperventilated, their feet pulling them towards the open door as their captors watched with mild interest. “N-no… NO!!” They turned and bolted outside with the greatest speed their weakened legs could give them. Dimba took a shoveled fork full of eggs, and then stood up to follow Elysian out.
“Seems like hyperventilating is the last thing you want to do if you don’t want to breathe in chargon.”
You were my better half, a bad habit
When it was open, when it was all in
The temperate African scenery swam around Elysian Truth’s vision as they looked in every direction for a method of escape. A jeep? A jeep can’t fly. The Type-Artemis’ torso? They would need the rest of it to get anywhere. The jeep will have to do, for now. They stumbled down the deck stairs, shuffling awkwardly towards the vehicle as they did their best to cover their mouth and nose. They couldn’t afford to breathe one more mouthful of the heinous substance. After pulling fruitlessly at the car door handle as their vision faded, the thin spacer turned and ran into the grasslands and almost immediately slipped and fell down a steep incline.
Underneath the shade of an umbrella thorn tree, Elysian caught their breath slowly, deliberately, as they began to more calmly figure out what had happened. The sky was a gentle green that day, with wispy white clouds floating by. Kpt. Dimba’s face similarly floated into view, looking down at them. “You done?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
It didn’t last, but looking back, I’d do it again
Cause everyone loves that feeling
Elysian went to town on the plate of eggs before them, as well as several pieces of toast, two strips of bacon, and 3 Siyanqoba MREs. They noted particularly that they were a fan of the bread they used.
“We got into like 3 more fights with your boys over your mecha, they ended up claiming the head and one of the legs, while we got the other leg and both of the arms. We’ve still got the torso out front, like you saw, but it’s mostly fried. Its computer is straight up missing, too. I’m guessing it jettisoned, but that’s probably a secret that you won’t tell us.” Truth nodded in understanding, but was afraid to ask the obvious question.
“Did they… you know, try to find me?”
Don’t be sad we do this all the time
It’s part of being cruel with our kindness
Nomfundo looked away awkwardly with a bit of tragedy in her eyes, while Bel didn’t try to hide her disgust at the situation, her face turning an angry red. “No, sorry,” Nomfundo tried to ease in, but Bel’s hackles were raised, her back arched and her tail high.
“What the hell!” she exclaimed. “All of our soldiers are told to never leave a comrade behind! I can’t believe they care more about a stupid hunk of metal than its pilot! It’s incorrigible!” But Lt. Truth could only shake their head.
“No, it makes sense. The computer was the actual valuable part, they were probably just fighting over the other pieces so you couldn’t have them.” But the thing that truly hit Elysian’s heart… “The AI in Type-Artemis was… close to me. Closer than my family.”
What I have, your heart is missing
That’s how I like it, I’ll never change it how we’ll
Dimba and Bel shared a look over Elysian’s grieving shoulders. “Well… far be it from us to judge where someone’s heart lies.” This sentence is the kind of confusing brain shock that centers a person.
“Wait, no, not like that. I think? How…”
“It’s silly, right? Who could ever imagine me falling for a human~!”
“I don’t really know what your relationship is,” the lunarian tried to explain, “but it’s probably not like that. It’s gotten me through tough times, even from childhood.”
Nomfundo placed a large hand on the sad enemy pilot’s shoulder. “Well, I’ve got some news that’s good for you and bad for us. We don’t have that Lanzer’s computer, and we’ve been patrolling this area for days looking for it. If it’s anywhere, it’s with your men. So if you want to see your friend again, you’d better head back home and demand it.”
“And you’re just… letting me go?” Elysian is shocked. They’re a prisoner, right?
“You’re just a kid, you don’t know anything. Take our jeep and get out of here.”
The lieutenant squinted, doing their best to keep their poker face straight. If they knew that they were the child of a military leader, or that they were probably older than Dimba, or…
Never be as one
Never as one, never as one, no
We’ll never be as one
Never as one, never as one, no
We’ll never be as one
“When I see you again, I’ll kill you,” is the last thing that Elysian Truth says to Nomfundo and Bel before they drive off in the Earth duo’s jeep in search of their own rescue party. The two of them wave the spacer off as Nobubele thought aloud to her companion.
“So, what do you think?”
“I dunno. Too boyish for me. Either go full femme or fist fight me, y’know?”
Bel rubbed against her human girlfriend’s neck from the perch on her shoulder as she replied to the contrary, “I want to eat eggs with them again.”
Art by https://www.instagram.com/devon_steak/
Ngodumo Lwe Siyanqoba
Subject No. Fe.32A [Note: Subject prefers to be called “Nobubele” or “Bel”]
Species: F. Catus
Birth Date: ~0097 ADA
Size: 91cm from mask to tail tip, 11kg with mask and collar
Intelligence: Fully understood human speech at ~2 months, adult human-like speech [assisted] at ~4 months, 1st unassisted takeoff and landing at ~1 year. Faster learning and reaction speed than the majority of cadets. Abnormally high level of empathy, watch this for future issues.
Etc.: Enlarged brain larger than feline skull and underdeveloped facial muscles, necessitating a specialized mask for protection and expression. Requires specialized collar for communication and piloting. Currently assigned to Kpt. Dimba. Likes singing [Note: irrelevant, strike from records]
—
You and I are numbers first
And lovers second
Nobubele curled herself up onto the spacer’s sleeping chest, their soft breaths and beating heart calming her into gently purring. Kaptein Nomfundo Dimba, her commanding officer and lover, looked into the living room from the kitchen of the previously-unabandoned building that they were occupying. “We still have some eggs left, gonna fry some up. Also don’t smother them.”
Bel didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d been doing this every day ever since they had captured the unconscious spacer. “Don’t worry,” a soft woman’s voice spoke from the black cat’s collar and explained, “I’m not going near their face.”
Dimba gave an unbelieving smirk, and disappeared back into the kitchen.
Everyone knows that
Everyone knows that
The digital eyes on Bel’s protective mask lit up to look at their sleeping prisoner. Upper command had warned them so much of the Abantu Benyanga’s advanced Lanzer that could annihilate entire platoons of GL’s, but she and Dimba had taken them down easily. Maybe the Bastet took them by surprise? Or maybe… Bel stretched out, turning over slightly onto her back. They’re so young. They look like a child…
The spacer’s flight suit was so ornate, but more comfortable to lie on than one would think. The cat couldn’t help but begin kneading the fabric with her paws, feeling it. Way nicer than Nomfundo’s leather uniform. We should figure out what this is made from.
The cat grew so comfortable that she slipped into song, as she was known to do when she was most comfortable and content. It was a little tune that came to her in a dream, about falling for someone when you know it’s all doomed.
Without her noticing, the spacer began to stir, their face contorting until their eyelids revealed two lilac irises that slowly focused on the strange animal on their chest. “Hu…hmm… what…” The digital representation of Bel’s eyes turned to two upended half circles, and the oscilloscope display on her collar lit up. “Hello, there.”
Soon enough one of us hurts
And one is broken
The spacer, startled, began flailing in panic. “Ah! What the hel… Get off me!”
Bel leapt off of their chest immediately, and the prisoner crawled back to claim the corner of the sofa that they had been sleeping on as safe haven. “Where am I? What the hell are you? Are you a torture device?”
Bel, sitting politely on the other end of the sofa, looked at her body and back at the spacer, a green question mark appearing in the middle of her face. “Goodness, I’m not that heavy, am I?”
Kpt. Dimba’s large frame appeared over the two of them, and placed two plates of scrambled eggs onto a coffee table in front of the sofa. “I dunno, I’m beginning to wonder if I should be feeding you these.”
“But they make my coat so silky smooth!”
Everyone says that
Everyone says that
Nomfundo sat down on a lounge chair next to the sofa, and finally noticed that their captive pilot had woken up. “Oh. Hey. You like eggs?”
The spacer’s mind raced, uncertain as to what to say. What language was she speaking? Wait, it was the same language the cat spoke. I think I know this? Remember what they trained you to say when questioned. “I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Elysian Truth, service number XS-988-5532. I refuse to answer any other questions until I’m returned to my people.”
A pair of long, thin metal hands unfolded out of Bel’s collar, and they gently grasped a fork in one of the plates of eggs. Dimba shrugged. “Well, I hope you like scrambled, because it’s the only kind I know how to make.”
She pushed her plate in front of Elysian, and got up to go back into the kitchen. The voice in Bel’s collar spoke up. “Could you get me some pepper, too, please?”
In a way I find it hard to hate
Because I know you’re looking for a chase
Lt. Truth shakily held out a hand to the plate of food in front of them. They were so hungry… How long had it been since they had a bite? Wait. Stop. These are the eggs of the enemy. “N-no. I won’t eat this. It’s poison.”
More question marks appeared on Bel’s face, and she replied, “Doesn’t taste like poison to me.”
Elysian leapt to their feet, backing away towards the open door, pointing at their captors. “That’s because you’re Earthers! Cruel, demented savages who breathe toxic air, drink toxic water, and eat toxic food! I could never-”
The panicking pilot moved to their face to gesture to the mask protecting them from the chargon in the air and feeding them their medicine, which was currently not there. Their gloved hands came into direct contact with their skin, and what little color there was in their face drained away. “H…H-wh…Bu…”
And I like to get caught and then let go
It’s so reliable, so inevitable that
We’ll never be as one
Dimba sat back down with a third plate of eggs, and placed her combat boot-covered feet on the coffee table. Bel grabbed her plate with her metal claws and hopped over to the sofa as her commanding officer explained, “Your mask was broken in your explosion. Shattered, glass or plastic or something everywhere. Your face was kind of cut up but otherwise fine. Whatever that stuff was that insulated the explosion was good stuff”
The black cat with a mouth full of egg spoke up to add on, “You’ve been enjoying good old fashioned chargon-infused Earth air for the better part of a week now. Sorry to surprise you with that.”
Lt. Truth’s breathing grew ragged as a sick newborn as they hyperventilated, their feet pulling them towards the open door as their captors watched with mild interest. “N-no… NO!!” They turned and bolted outside with the greatest speed their weakened legs could give them. Dimba took a shoveled fork full of eggs, and then stood up to follow Elysian out.
“Seems like hyperventilating is the last thing you want to do if you don’t want to breathe in chargon.”
You were my better half, a bad habit
When it was open, when it was all in
The temperate African scenery swam around Elysian Truth’s vision as they looked in every direction for a method of escape. A jeep? A jeep can’t fly. The Type-Artemis’ torso? They would need the rest of it to get anywhere. The jeep will have to do, for now. They stumbled down the deck stairs, shuffling awkwardly towards the vehicle as they did their best to cover their mouth and nose. They couldn’t afford to breathe one more mouthful of the heinous substance. After pulling fruitlessly at the car door handle as their vision faded, the thin spacer turned and ran into the grasslands and almost immediately slipped and fell down a steep incline.
Underneath the shade of an umbrella thorn tree, Elysian caught their breath slowly, deliberately, as they began to more calmly figure out what had happened. The sky was a gentle green that day, with wispy white clouds floating by. Kpt. Dimba’s face similarly floated into view, looking down at them. “You done?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
It didn’t last, but looking back, I’d do it again
Cause everyone loves that feeling
Elysian went to town on the plate of eggs before them, as well as several pieces of toast, two strips of bacon, and 3 Siyanqoba MREs. They noted particularly that they were a fan of the bread they used.
“We got into like 3 more fights with your boys over your mecha, they ended up claiming the head and one of the legs, while we got the other leg and both of the arms. We’ve still got the torso out front, like you saw, but it’s mostly fried. Its computer is straight up missing, too. I’m guessing it jettisoned, but that’s probably a secret that you won’t tell us.” Truth nodded in understanding, but was afraid to ask the obvious question.
“Did they… you know, try to find me?”
Don’t be sad we do this all the time
It’s part of being cruel with our kindness
Nomfundo looked away awkwardly with a bit of tragedy in her eyes, while Bel didn’t try to hide her disgust at the situation, her face turning an angry red. “No, sorry,” Nomfundo tried to ease in, but Bel’s hackles were raised, her back arched and her tail high.
“What the hell!” she exclaimed. “All of our soldiers are told to never leave a comrade behind! I can’t believe they care more about a stupid hunk of metal than its pilot! It’s incorrigible!” But Lt. Truth could only shake their head.
“No, it makes sense. The computer was the actual valuable part, they were probably just fighting over the other pieces so you couldn’t have them.” But the thing that truly hit Elysian’s heart… “The AI in Type-Artemis was… close to me. Closer than my family.”
What I have, your heart is missing
That’s how I like it, I’ll never change it how we’ll
Dimba and Bel shared a look over Elysian’s grieving shoulders. “Well… far be it from us to judge where someone’s heart lies.” This sentence is the kind of confusing brain shock that centers a person.
“Wait, no, not like that. I think? How…”
“It’s silly, right? Who could ever imagine me falling for a human~!”
“I don’t really know what your relationship is,” the lunarian tried to explain, “but it’s probably not like that. It’s gotten me through tough times, even from childhood.”
Nomfundo placed a large hand on the sad enemy pilot’s shoulder. “Well, I’ve got some news that’s good for you and bad for us. We don’t have that Lanzer’s computer, and we’ve been patrolling this area for days looking for it. If it’s anywhere, it’s with your men. So if you want to see your friend again, you’d better head back home and demand it.”
“And you’re just… letting me go?” Elysian is shocked. They’re a prisoner, right?
“You’re just a kid, you don’t know anything. Take our jeep and get out of here.”
The lieutenant squinted, doing their best to keep their poker face straight. If they knew that they were the child of a military leader, or that they were probably older than Dimba, or…
Never be as one
Never as one, never as one, no
We’ll never be as one
Never as one, never as one, no
We’ll never be as one
“When I see you again, I’ll kill you,” is the last thing that Elysian Truth says to Nomfundo and Bel before they drive off in the Earth duo’s jeep in search of their own rescue party. The two of them wave the spacer off as Nobubele thought aloud to her companion.
“So, what do you think?”
“I dunno. Too boyish for me. Either go full femme or fist fight me, y’know?”
Bel rubbed against her human girlfriend’s neck from the perch on her shoulder as she replied to the contrary, “I want to eat eggs with them again.”
Art by https://www.instagram.com/devon_steak/
Category Story / Anime
Species Feline (Other)
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