NETDUMP/AI MONITOR: Officer Taft C. Harding and B.K.
Subject: Harding, Taft C.
GENSTAT number: 0127-3061-0012.
Date Assigned: 5/14/2348
Service Period: Indefinite.
Transcript ref number:000ATH-1206LLL-245711.AC
Date: 10/20/2358 Time: 03:23
LOCATION - LAS - CORRIDOR 109
VISUAL SCAN - Taft is wearing the regulation animal control
green jump suit, black simulated leather combat boots, a multi pocketed
utility belt and a type III locater (auto headset).
EM Scan - Electromagnetic fields indicate subject has a 12 gauge 1050
Mossburg auto pump shotgun, fifty rounds of rat shot ammunition and
three 50 ml cans of INcapacitate spray.
Taft rushes to the juncture of corridor 109 and 200. The lights are bad in
this section of the rock. Most of the security monitors are down. It is
mostly quiet, except for the ever present hum of machinery.
Taft cradles his shotgun close to him like a wanting lover. He peers
around the corner. A single bead of sweat forms on his forehead and then
rolls down to the tip of his nose. He shakes the perspiration off. His
breathing is ragged.
You're putting on weight again.
Taft looks down at the roll that falls over his utility belt.
Who asked you, Jester?
A.I. - JESTER (V.O.)
I merely point it out because it may be affecting
You sound like you just ran ten kilometers, not
Taft frowns. He flips a switch on his Mossburg. A ruby red beam emits
and begins to dance on the ceiling.
About ten meters behind you.
What's she doing?
I believe she's sniffing around the pipes you
They're not behind me!?
Why don' you ask B.K.?
Taft looks behind him. A twenty pound, tawny colored, fluffy, long haired
cat saunters up behind Taft. This cat is obviously the workings of
bioengineering. It's proportions are somewhere between a jungle panther
and the common house cat.
An electronic collar is wired to a black plastic frame that surrounds the
cat's head. It is a cat sized version of a brainpan.
Where you been Miss prissy pants?
NETDUMP - B.K.: For the gutter folk I root about. Their
scent is strong.
Yeah, well corridor 200 is where they were
NETDUMP - B.K.: The gutter folk run where they will.
We have to be careful. The work order said they
were big. As big as you.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Fun.
Taft scowls at her.
Yeah. Right. It's not a job, it's an adventure.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Off turn the red light. Run will the gutter
folk when they see it.
Lose my laser!?
NETDUMP - B.K.: And set the switch of safety. Not shot will
No way! I'm not going in there unarmed.
You can't blame her. You've shot her twice.
It wasn't my fault! It was a ricochet!
NETDUMP - B.K.: It was bad aim.
Taft grumbles to himself and flips off the laser light and pushes the safety
switch to on.
There! If I get bit it's going to be on your
NETDUMP - B.K.: Protect you I will.
B.K.'s fore end sinks to the ground. Her nose twitches as she takes in the
stale corridor air. Her tail flicks back and forth as a wisp of her prey's
scent is discovered.
NETDUMP - B.K.: They are here.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Three.
Three. That's not too bad. Not like the time we
found that nest. Christ there must have been
I believe there were only thirty three.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Here stay. To the end of the corridor will
I go. Flush them out will I. Rush back here will they. Then you will boom
the two I will not take. The biggest one I will take.
Excuse me Miss prissy pants. Whose the boss
here anyway? I make the plans.
B.K. gives Taft a disgusted look like only a feline can.
NETDUMP - B.K.: What plans have you?
Taft looks confused. He concentrates, and more sweat forms on his
I'll stay here. You go to the other end and flush
'em back this way. When they get down here
I'll blast 'em.
Brilliant and so original too.
Shutup. O.K. on my mark. One... Two... -
B.K. runs off as a chagrinned Taft watches.
She never waits to three.
Maybe she doesn't believe you can count
Shut up Jester.
Taft watches B.K. disappear into the poor light of the other end of corridor
I think it's safe to set the safety on your weapon
to off. She's out of range.
Taft frowns and flips the safety. There are a few moments of tense silence.
Worry lines begin to form on Taft's face.
Where is she!?
There is a hell spawned shriek and the sound of scampering. Three rats
the size of toy poodles bolt from the gloom and begin to run towards Taft.
B.K.'s yellow eyes glow with killer anticipation as she jumps high and
lands on the largest and meanest of the three rodents.
The rodent screams as B.K.'s claws dig deep into its back. The two
combatants roll clenched in a death grip. The rat's slavering jaws snap at
B.K.'s face spraying her with saliva, but they find no purchase to her
throat. B.K. rakes down the rat's abdomen with her rear legs, and there is
a ripping sound. The rodent screams in fear and pain. B.K. strikes with
feline ferocity for the rat's throat. Feline canines sink, she tears, and the
rat goes limp.
Taft waits to the last second and bounces out around the corridor. The
rodents make for opposite walls. Taft fires three shots. The last two
result in rodent red splotchs.
Taft raises his weapon to the roof and screams a might war cry.
Why do you do that?
It's my victory cry.
B.K. saunters up and sits before Taft. She begins to clean her paws.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Disappointed am I. These gutter folk are
fat and slow. A battle not.
Got all bloody for nothing, huh.
NETDUMP - B.K.: My job is it.
Good attitude. That's why I love you so much.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Love me does everyone. Beautiful am I.
And modest too. Of course, no one loves you more
than you do.
NETDUMP - B.K.: I Kiss me all over all day.
Yes you do. Why don't you kiss yourself back to
Taft turns and heads back down corridor 109.
Jester, give maintenance a call and have them
clean up the mess. Another day, another credit...
B.K. decides to follow Taft and rushes after her charge. Corridor 200 is left
empty except for the newly dead gutter folk.
Subject: Harding, Taft C.
GENSTAT number: 0127-3061-0012.
Date Assigned: 5/14/2348
Service Period: Indefinite.
Transcript ref number:000ATH-1206LLL-245711.AC
Date: 11/01/2358 Time: 03:230
LOCATION - OUTSIDE EXHAUST TUNNEL 1A - PORTAL 50
Taft peers around a corner to give portal 50 the once over. He snaps back
around the corner and looks at his feet. B.K. sits there cleaning her tail
with a loving tongue.
Are you sure prissy pants. I don't see a
NETDUMP - B.K.: Smell a human do I. A female.
How about you Jester? Do you scan
Other then you and her highness I'm not scanning
Sweat starts to form on Taft's brow.
God damn it Jester she's never wrong.
Oh please don't go and say that. She's hard enough
to work with as it is.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Truth not you like?
Cut the crap both of you. I came down here to shoot
rats not humans and I don't want to whack someone
by accident. B.K. take the other side of the corridor.
go in under the pipes. Jester let me know the second
Taft rounds the corner into the alcove outside portal 50. He scans
the shadows but nothing is evident. A flash of fur disappears behind
the pipes that line the opposite wall.
Taft takes slow, soft but determined steps towards the portal. The
shadows do not stir. The rock is cut rough down here. These were
amount the first areas hewn out of the asteroid that became Genesis.
Taft looks up. The ceilings are twenty feet high which is huge for this part
of the station. A bit of rock juts out from the wall. Taft slides by it.
Taft freezes. The muzzle of an Autoclave caresses the base of his skull.
Taft's voice wavers a little as he speaks.
I'll tell you what. You put that away and I
won't hurt you.
Andrea Cannon chuckles. She is dressed in a black jump suit and combat
boots. A Markov 9mm is holstered under one shoulder. She also wears a
military style utility belt and a type III (headset) locater.
It would appear that you are in no position to
be making demands, sir.
The name's Taft lady, and my associate is about
a second away from ripping your face off.
There is a HISS off of Cannon's right shoulder. She snaps her
attention to a section of pipe six feet off of the floor. B.K.'s ferel
eyes glow red in the poor light of portal 50.
Shoot me and you lose your face. Shoot B.K. and you
lose your life.
There is an audible click as Taft flips off the safety to his shotgun.
Ms. Cannon contemplates her situation.
What are you doing down here?
I'm Taft C. Harding in charge of animal control.
I got a work order to clear out some rats.
Who are you?
Andrea Cannon. I work for the Administration.
You mean you work for one of security's special
Cannon frowns and press the weapon harder into Taft's head.
How did you know that!
Because when ever someone works for one of
Styrker's special details they always say they
work for the Administration instead of for security.
Ms. Cannon gives B.K. the once over and smiles.
B.K. growls low and menacing.
She hates that. You going to lower your
weapon or not?
Ms. Cannon holsters her weapon and Taft relaxes. B.K. jumps to the floor
and rubs herself against Taft's leg.
NETDUMP - B.K.: The blood of humans I could taste. Hurt
my man? Death would linger make I.
Taft smiles and crouches to pet his beloved.
I'm confused. Why couldn't I scan her?
Taft turns to face Cannon. He catches his breath. He is caught off guard by the
comely figure before him.
My AI wants to know how come he couldn't scan
Ms. Cannon smiles at the chubby little man before her.
I'm not human.
Who filed your work order?
Jester scan my database and find out who
filed the work order.
Jester is your AI?
Ravan Ituru, or rather his AI.
Ravan Ituru authorized his AI to cut the work order.
Ah yes. Mr. Ituru would be the last person to disappear
in this sector.
And we believe his AI was decompiled.
Have your AI patch into my locater. The number
is 666-666-69. We'll need to keep close
communications down here.
What are you talking about lady?
Typically I work alone, but to be quite honest
I suffer an unreasoning fear of rats. You can
watch my back.
Oh really? Well I'll have you know I already
have a crack team put together and WE work
Ms. Cannon makes her way to a control panel on the wall and punches
some codes into an access panel.
I'm sure you do Mr Harding, but I need to go
down into the tunnel too and I don't want to
shoot you accidently or more likely be shot by you.
There is a bang and the sound of machinery as the steel bulkhead drops
into the floor. Ms. Cannon motions to the open portal.
Taft frowns but relents to the dark woman's logic. Taft starts down the ladder
that leads into the inky blank. B.K. jumps onto Taft's shoulders and rides
NETDUMP - B.K.: Like not this female, I.
Me neither, but we're stuck with her so behave.
LOCATION - EXHAUST TUNNEL 1A - BENEATH PORTAL 50
Ms. Cannon drops from the ladder to land at Taft's side. Taft's nose is
NETDUMP - B.K.: Death smell I.
Whew! No kidding prissy pants. Those rats
must have ate some toxic waste.
I hope your not talking to me.
No. I'm talking to B.K.
Oh! The cat. She's wearing a brainpan.
I hardly noticed it.
B.K. heads down the tunnel.
I guess her highness has decided we go
Do you let your cat make all your decisions for
Taft turns and looks Ms. Cannon up and down.
Never owned a cat before have you lady?
Ms. Cannon smiles as Taft follows his feline companion down the tunnel.
The three march on in silence except for the hollow echo of their foot steps
and the sound of far off machinery. Occasionally skittering noises seem
evident at the corners of human hearing.
I'm now crossed linked to both of your locaters.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Old is this smell. Days.
Glad to hear that.
I'm talking to B.K.
Taft lskdwing to break up.
Wonderful. Jester initiate JCT's antiviral
program and code shields. I don't want to
get back and find you a bucket full of bits.
Will do. Be care-
There are no signal repeaters down here. It's a
perfect little spider web isn't it.
B.K. freezes. Taft freezes and holds up a hand. Ms Cannon inches a finger
over the safety to her weapon. B.K.'s tail twitches as she stares to a dark
spot behind an electrical junction box. Her fore end sinks low to the ground.
In a flash of fur she is gone. There is a SQUEAL and B.K. rolls back out into
the light caught in a death grip with a rodent the size of a football. The
two break for a second and B.K. looks behind Taft in horror.
NETDUMP - B.K.: BEHIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taft flips his safety, pumps a round and spins all in one fluid motion.
Behind him a dozen rats the size of small dogs begin their charge.
DIE RODENT SCUM!
Taft flips off two rounds without a thought and two rats are sent to rodent
hell. Ms. Cannon turns a little behind Taft and screams at the sight of the
charge of the rat brigade. She back peddles and falls over her own feet.
Taft fires three more rounds and knocks the rats into each other. Blood
smears the floor where rats were. Ms. Cannon fires as she falls and a hail
of lead screams harmless over the rats pointy little heads.
Taft runs out of ammunition and five rats leap over their dead companions.
Ms. Cannon screams and manages to take out the closes rat to her. Three
rats leap onto Taft with feral screams of rodent rage. Taft stumbles over
One rat rushes Ms. Cannon who in abject terror attempts to fire a spent weapon.
The rat leaps for her throat. She screams. There is a flash of fur and
feline clashes with rat kind. Ms. Cannon skitters crab like on her back as far
away as she can.
Taft hits the ground and rolls. The rats try to bite and scratch through Taft's
jump suit, but the protective material does not yield. After a couple of rolls
and the painful pressure of Taft's ample weight the rodents let go and skitter
to surround the man.
From his knees Taft reaches behind him and pulls a can of INcapacitate spray.
He spins and fires at the three rats that surround him.
Take that you dirty little bastards!!!!!!
The rats reel back from the cloud of noxious fumes (as does MS. Cannon).
Taft jumps to his feet and drop kicks the nearest rat. The rodent makes a
sickening crunch as it bounces off of the wall. Taft reaches down into the
sides of his boots and comes up with two spikes. The two remaining dazed
rats attempt to run to safety down the tunnel. Taft simultaneously lets the
spikes fly. There is a hell born scream from the rodents as the spikes
carve through their spines.
Taft spins. A dazed but respectful Ms. Cannon looks up at him. B.K. tears
one final time and rips the throat out of her twitching opponent. The purring
feline looks up at her man with a red rimmed maw.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Fun!!! Big fun!!!!
I'm glad you enjoyed yourself your highness
because I'm going to be paying for this one for
the next week. I think I dislocated my spine.
Taft turns his attention to Ms. Cannon.
Ms. Cannon attempts to regain her composure and stands.
Taft retrieves his gun and begins to reload it. Ms. Cannon replaces
the spent magazine in her weapon with a new one from her belt.
B.K. Saunters up and sits on her haunches to stare at Ms. Cannon.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Funny noises made she. If laugh I could.
What's she saying?
Uh,.. good shooting.
Ms. Cannon kneels and pets an appreciative B.K.'s head.
Right. I'm sure she's saying I'm a wimp.
No! No! Really she's very impressed. Most
people see rats this size and they just
Unlike me who would rather scream and run
Taft smiles and shrugs.
Tell her I said thanks.
She knows the word.
NETDUMP - B.K.: Fish like I.
Taft chuckles. B.K. leads the party down the tunnel again.
What she'd say.
She likes fish. There's never enough on
my ration card.
Well, she's got mine.
LOCATION - EXHAUST TUNNEL 1A - EXTERIOR HATCH ROOM
B.K. leads the trio into an opening in the tunnel. A small room about fifteen
meters in circumference has been carved out of the rock. A metal
rail surrounds the outer perimeter of the room. A huge ten meter
steel hatch centers the room.
Taft follows B.K. into the room. Ms. Cannon holds back and eyes the dark
recesses of the room suspiciously.
NETDUMP - B.K.: The smell from here comes.
She says this is where the smell comes from.
There's blood on the hatch.
Ms. Cannon points to a spot near Taft's feet.
Could be the rats feeding on each other. They
do that sometimes.
Do they wear boots?
Ms. Cannon points to a set of stairs at the far side of the hatch. A set of
bloody boot prints mars the stairway.
I don't like this.
Ms. Cannon spins with a feral scream. The mountain that is the watcher
grabs the muzzle of her autogun. Several rounds whiz by the man
mountain's head and one grazes his temple. The watcher throws a
palm heel to the woman's chest and she flies backward ten feet into
Taft. The two go down. The Watcher throws the autogun across the
room where it shatters against a spit of rock.
I am the watcher in the shadows! This is my home
and you are not invited!
Taft manages to disentangle himself from Ms. Cannon and lurch to his
knees. He fires at the Watcher. The Watcher shields his eyes as Taft
unloads his weapon into the man mountain.
The Watcher drops his bloody arms. A couple of pellets have marred his
rough hewn face. Black eyes narrow as his concentrates on Taft.
Little rat gun makes me angry!
The Watcher moves on Taft. Taft takes a couple of terror stricken steps
back. A flash of black flies past him.
Ms. Cannon leaps into the Watcher's midsection with a sidekick. The beast
grunts as some wind is knocked from him. He makes to grab his opponent but
she rolls harmlessly out of the way.
The Watcher looks up and Taft breaks his shotgun across the monsters jaw.
The Watcher falls against the wall from the blow but comes back with a
backhand that knocks Taft across the room.
Once again Ms. Cannon flies in for the attack this time with a boot for the
head. The Watcher ducks too late and his head is slammed into the rock
wall. More blood spurts from a wounded scalp.
The beast screams in rage and throws an uppercut that catches Ms. Cannon by
surprise. The air rushes out of her as she catches the blow in the stomach.
She sails to her back and for a moment is dazed. The Watcher dives on top of
her and grabs her head with both hands.
Now you die.
The Watcher screams and lurches back as B.K. lands on the back of his head
and rakes her claws around his throat. The monster reaches, but she is all
ready gone. Ms. Cannon draws a lightening knee up and the Watchers face
goes red as his groin is shoved up to his lungs.
Ms. Cannon bucks her hips and squirms out from under the beast as he
tries to see through the mist of pain that has formed before his eyes.
The man mountain collects himself enough to rise to his knees. Ms. Cannon
sneers and plants her feet.
I am the light that chases the shadows and I
go where the fuck I want!
Ms. Cannon fires out a front kick and the monster's head snaps back from
the impact of her booted foot. He falls to one side, out for the count.
Taft crawls to his hands and knees and manages to stand. B.K. licks her
paws next to the head of the Watcher.
NETDUMP - B.K.: This one I like. Almost as good as me does
B.K. says good job. So do I.
Thanks, kitty. You saved my butt twice.
You get next months fish rations too.
B.K. replies with a purr.
Date: 11/05/2358 Time: 18:23
LOCATION - LAS - CELL 245B
Taft is sprawled out on a couch opposite a wall monitor. He watches the days no-grav
professional wrestling with detached interest. B.K. is sprawled out on Taft's belly and
chest giving herself a bath. The crowd roars as the Galactic Warrior does a triple flip
off the wall into a suplex on his opponent. They both slam against the flex wall with
a some what realistic thud. B.K. looks up at the monitor.
Not understand these battles do I. Much
effort, no blood.
It's entertainment, Prissy Pants. No one's
supposed to really get hurt.
Entertaining to watch?
For me, entertaining to do.
The door alarm chirps and Taft looks back at the door.
I wonder who that could be?
B.K. leaps off Taft's chest and takes up a position out of sight of the door.
Taft rises with a groan and eyes his feline friend. He points at her.
Don't you dare attack whoever it is. You
scared the shit out of old Miss Principi last
Taft waves a hand in front of the cell lock and the door slides back with a hiss.
Ms. Cannon stands there with a smile and a plastic wrapped package. Taft is
Ms. Cannon? Hi! To what do I owe this honor?
Ms. Cannon holds up the package.
I always keep my promises. Where is the warrior
Smell fish do I.
B.K. rushes up to Ms. Cannon's legs and begins to rub about them like
she's trying to buff them dry. Ms. Cannon laughs.
Like this one a lot do I.
I guess she smells the fish.
Oh, you didn't have to do that.
For yourself speak! Mine is the fish! Earned
it did I.
Taft looks down at his charge.
Alright, alright, let's go in the kitchen and
fix it up for you.
Cook it not! A little butter.
I know, I know.
What's she saying.
She's reminding me how to prepare it, like
I've never done it before.
Ms. Cannon points at the brainpan that Taft is wearing.
I'm going to have to get me one of those so I can
talk to the queen directly.
Come on in. Would you like to stay for dinner.
Not my fish!
Taft shoots B.K. a dirty look.
Ms. Cannon smiles at the two.
Sure I'd love to. I gather she said you and I
aren't having fish.
Taft looks down at B.K. as he leads Ms. Cannon into his cell. The door
hisses shut behind her.
Sharing isn't something I've been able to
teach her too well.
B.K. rowls loudly as the three head to the kitchen. She fairly dances at
FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!
It's been a while since her last fish ration.
Don't let her fool you. It hasn't been that long.
Taft leads Ms. Cannon into a kitchen nook and lays the fish down on the
counter. He begins to go about the food preparation while Ms. Cannon
So, how is our crazy. I trust he's locked down
good and tight.
Ms. Cannon smiles and bends down to stroke the impatient feline.
I'm not at liberty to say. I'm sorry... security.
No problem. I understand. I go through that
all the time. The administration likes it's...
pest problems kept under wraps. I've got
a couple of steaks set aside for a special
occasion. How's that sound?
Taft places the dish of butter covered fish down on the floor
for B.K. She fairly attacks it.
I just hope you're not to hungry Ms. Cannon
because it'll take me at least a half hour to
get everything together.
Taft smiles at getting beyond last names. He turns to face the
stunning woman and smiles.
All right... Diana and please call me Taft.
Ms. Cannon stands and returns Taft's smile. She motions to
the nearby cooler.
I don't suppose you have any wine in there?
Taft smiles again and makes for the cooler.
I sure do. I haven't had much occasion to use my
alcohol ration these days. It's nice to have someone
to share it with.
Taft withdraws a bottle of wine from the cooler and scares up
a couple of wine glasses.
Yes it is.
Ms. Cannon smiles behind Taft as she looks him over. It is apparent
she expects more than steak before the night is through.
Date: 11/05/2358 Time: 18:23
LOCATION - LAS - CELL 245B
Ms. Cannon rolls over on top of Taft and attacks his throat with a growl. He moans in ecstasy and smiles as Cannon asserts herself with her hips. She arches her back and begins to rock her hips. She growls again. Taft grabs her hips and echoes her bestial noises. B.K. watches from atop a nearby counter as she cleans herself.
Amusing to watch is it not?
I suppose. It seems like a lot of work just for
a moments pleasure.
Prefer fish do I.
I prefer a good data dictionary myself.
Cannon cries out in ecstasy.
Noisy is this one.
You mean there've been others?
Must be others. Do this all the time do
Well, it certainly hasn't happened under my
tenure. I was beginning to think Taft was
Fixed like me thought I.
Taft begins to buck like a horse. Cannon is fairly screaming.
It's an awfully moist affair isn't it.
Humans always leaking.
As opposed to her highness who is always
Stain it does not.
Well there is that.
There is a mutual cry of ecstasy and Cannon falls atop Taft's chest.
The two sigh and pant as they try to regain their breath.
Now they will sleep.
How is it you know so much about human mating
Told you did I. Do it all the time do they.
Watched many times have I in the green place.
B.K. rises and arches her back. She spreads her forepaws in front of
her and takes a satisfying stretch.
Mmmmm, yes the place that is. Go there now
will I. Open the door will you?
Your willing servant your highness.
B.K. jumps off the counter and saunters out the now open door.
Taft and Cannon drift off into a mutual sleep.
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