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"We need to find another planet to call home." A man told his surperior.
The woman looked up from where she was seated and nodded. Her legs were crossed delicately over her form, gently kicking one leg out as she looked to her underling. "I am well aware of that, Trandou." She said softly. She slowly rose from the throne where she was seated. The entire hall had been crafted of bones. These bones were collected from their enemies then forged together to build the throne, as well as the rest of the colony. Each of the houses were built of the same bone like structure that their queens throne was built from. This particular colony had a mistress named Sanan. Sanan's species was fantastically skilled at hunting, stalking, and ripping appart its prey. With cat-like bodies and huge muscular jaws, they could destroy anything that came into their path. Sarence glanced back at the throne then looked to her left. "Daedric..." She said, calling to her husband. A large tiger looked up from the ground and clicked a couple of noises at her. She nodded. "Stay here, As leader of the military I shall go prepare to investigate the near-by planets... you, my love, rule in my absence. If I do not send word to you in 3 months time, find me." The black cat with green, yellow, and red markings stood and put his muzzel into her hand. "I will be fine my love." She said, gently stroking her hand over her mates large head, her claws massaging his skull. "It's time we move. Our young have been dying for too long, at this rate we will not last long. I will build up a colony on another planet and send word back here if it is successful. Give me 3 months." She said, repeating the time period. Doing so seemed to make the large cat whimper, a small attest to his annoyance. He complied however, not having another choice as she was the one that was in charge. He watch mournfully as his mate stalked out of the room, to the doors.

Sarence's paws crushed un-settled peices of bone into their places. Their colony was entirely constructed out of the corpses of their foe. Each time their species killed someone, or tortured someone, they would lop off a peice of the body as a trophy and seal it into place in the colony. This was until they had wiped all of the other species from their planet, and the ones they didn't wipe out they had enslaved, working for them on the mining locations across the planet. Those that didn't mine were put into forced breeding, where they would create new bones for the enclosure. This, to Sarence, was a normal day-to-day occurance. People that weren't her species deserved to be tortured for their will and desires to be acomplished, a means to an end one might say. She had no sympathy for those that came into their territory uninvited. If they didn't come in, they wouldn't be captured, that was how she saw it. She didn't realize the hypocracy when was going to be commiting, going to a planet uninvited, she was asking for karma to bite her in the ass.

She made her way to her ship, but just before entering it she was stopped by the tiger at her leg. He didn't stay a tiger long, shifting his form into a naked male form in front of her. "Mistress..." he said softly. "Please, take others with you... I beg you..."
She looked at him, usually she would kill anyone to challange her, but in this case he was her mate, regardless how many actual sexual-mates she had, she would listen. Turning from him she walked back into their hive, shifting her form to screech at them. The hive soldiers looked over from their posts and she screeched again. They all shifted and followed after her. She was taking 6 total with her, 5 other males, they should be okay togehter.
"We will send word if it's in habitable. Three months." She said to her mate, nuzzling him. She was talking to him in a series of clicks and screeches that only their species understood. He nodded and wished her luck, watching her board with the other 5 on the ship before it took off. He stepped back getting blasted by the exhast as he watched it rocket off. He returned to the hive, instructing them to prepare to attack earth in three months time if the queen did not return.

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It took 2 weeks for them to arrive at the planet earth, their ship had to travel three galaxies in order to make it to earth. They were from extremely far away, it was cold where they lived but they could easily adapt.

Sarence brought the ship down to the earth, just outside a place that seemed to her to be a giant grey rock. A large one at that. She slowly landed the ship and all of the men and the queen who boarded the ship at the planet. They exited and started to walk along the sandy ground.
"I can breathe..." One of them said.
Sarence nodded. "Yes... toxicity level 4%..." She said, tasting the air. "Perfect for breeding..."
They went on to look around, one digging at the ground. "The ground is dead." He said.
"At least it is here..." Sarence retorted.

Meanwhile, in the city they had seen the ship land on radar. Their system was able to read a UFO and when it landed they were already sending crews out to investigate, with weapons of all sorts. Before Sarence and friends knew it, they were sorrounded. The crew instantly went into fight mode, lunging and tearing appart armor to toss it asside and rip the crucial elements of human life straight from the body of the men. A few of the members were caught easily, a couple of them put up a fight though and all of them took a lot of gas to knock out. Sarence however was a different story, as a queen she was stronger and larger than all of her other comrads, becoming queen wasn't a birthright. She fought tooth and nail for it. It took a lot to bring sarence down, arrows through her bones, daggers in her flesh, and even when she was brought to the ground finally, with struggle, she still didn't give in, thrashing and snarling as her comrades were carried off. She screeched and attempted to pull free but the main hunter lunged onto her and slammed a dagger through the top of her muzzle, through the bottom.She snarled and ripped her head from his hands and grabbed his arm in her mouth and snapped it clean off. The man recoiled and fell over, thrashing as he lost a lot of blood. The remaining hunters slammed the dagger through her muzzel again quickly turning it underneath her chin so she couldn't yank it out, they curled the blade so that opening her mouth would only dig it deep into her throat. She thrashed her tail and continued to struggle as they subdued her and her hive. They used chains to bind her and drag her onto the carrier, along with her pack members, towards the city. Sarence had to be gased for the time being, but they knew it wouldn't last long and they had to find a place for her and the others before they woke up and destroyed them. They had an underground entrance that they took her into, dragging her up through it towards the inside of the science docking bay that was at the beginning of the lab entrance. They took them in and put them in the gas chamber to completely knock them out so they could fassion chambers to keep them in. Sarence however was another thing all together. Sarence would need to be restrained differently after being gased. Being she was the queen of the hive, she had everything - where as her comrades only had one of each of the elements within them. There was only one female - Sarence. Each Hive had but one and killed off the others if they were born. A hive queen could last a thousand years, there was no need for the other females. However, they would find this all out the hard way.

"Well now, what are you, all those wounds and you're not dead... How intriguing." An older man with glasses on and a bald head took out a clipboard and started documenting everything about the creature. "Hey, Samsmon, come over here and check out this thing they found." ((This would be the scientist that is the "ass kisser" of the leader))
A man dressed in Khaki's a white t-shirt and a lab coat walked over. "Well I'll be, what in the world is it?"
Another man walked in and was washing blood from his hands with a wet towel. "That ain't from our world." He said. "Best lock it up and figure out the best way to stop it from killing us, it's strong." He'd seen these creatures before, only once though, and only back when he worked with area 15 in the CIA. Jason was an ex-gov official, he heard about this project and after losing all faith in the corruption that was the government, decided to throw his future into the project they had going. He washed blood from his hands and grabbed some gloves made of titanium chain mail. An advancement in the human-age somewhere around year 2800. He slipped it on his hands and walked over to her, careful of her large fangs. "God damn, her teeth are larger than my forearm! I've never seen one THIS big before... She must be the queen." He said, looking at them, he pushed at the tooth and she snarled, a somewhat alien-screech type snarl with some type of clicking sound in it. "Hm. Seems Titanium is going to be our best bet." Jason said. "Samson, go melt down some titanium, we need shackles for this beast."
Samson took off and returned momentarily. They started to go about the process of moving her from the painful contraption that was created by the arrows and chains, to slightly more comfortable but stronger holding devices that would surely keep her in place. When they were done they had a chain around her feet, waist, chest, neck, muzzle and midsection. She was forced in a standing position by the metal stand that was attached at her midsection, like a little statue. Her eyes darted around, looking at all the human signatures in the room. Little did they know, titanium stopped her ability to perform her psychic commands, or all of these men would be swimming in vats of acid, willingly. She snarled into the muzzle. Jason walked up and fastened a spacer of Titanium between her jaws, forcing her mouth open so they could examine here just a bit more easily. He looked at her mouth and his eyes widened slightly. "Hey, Samson, get me a Cup." He said. Samson did as he was asked. Jason put a piece of plastic over the cup, pressed the cup to her fang and pushed at her gum. As he had imagined, she had venom in her fangs. "Hm. Interesting..." He looked at the venom and it didn't take but a couple of seconds for that one drop of venom to eat through the plastic and then fall onto his leg, eating straight through his leg and through the floor below. It happened so fast that his scream was after it was already in the ground. He dropped the cup and convulsed in pain. Sarence looked at him as if she was happy to see the bastard in pain. Jason thrashed on the ground as the medical team rushed in to escort him out, followed by the leader of the facility to come look at their new experiment.

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The sound of a man screaming. That was what greeted him as the door opened to the refurbished holding cell. He stepped back as the medical team rushed in, instantly tearing at fabric and unfolding a gurney, lifting the quickly sedated Jason up and out of the room. One word escaped his lips as he finally entered, his deep voice rumbling in excitement. "Magnificent." He had been appraised of the situation as soon as the object was sighted on the radar, letting Dr. Roberts head the expedition, but even after receiving the reports of the encounter he hadn't expected... this. It wasn't humanoid, as he had assumed, but a quadruped with feline features. And it was huge.

More scientists filed in and a moment later he snapped into action, fingers pointing as he barked orders. "Double check those restraints, get an engineering team in here to get a second opinion. Make sure that spacer is secure." He paused for barely breath as he considered the beasts range of movement. "Extend that collar and get it strengthened, the last thing we need is that head thrashing about. And get me a sample of that acid. I want to know the chemical structure and the strength. Use lead if you have to."

"Yes, Dr. Fairchild," the voices in the room answered simultaneously, but his cold eyes fell on Samsun in particular. "And Dr. Kravits, determine its gender, if it even has one. I want to know everything about it." Samson echoed his acknowledgement once more, but his lone voice seemed considerably muted against the presence of David Fairchild.

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The scientists were all but clueless how to deal with the cat creature, but they did their best. Fashioning some armor out of titanium stopped her from killing them it seemed, as her acid didn't seem to go through it. Her acid didn't seem to have any sort of special properties to it other than the destructive ones. The only way they found to neutralize her acid was to put it into a titanium cup - since the acid could be contained within it. Mixed with mercury, the toxin turned safe to touch. This was by mere coincidence they discovered this so quickly. They were testing reactions to the venom and decided to test mercury. It was time to test this on her now. Sarence was held up with a full titanium body-cast. There was a ring that went all the way around her midsection then a rod that went up her chest to her neck, wrapping another bit of the metal around her neck. This was redone to force her neck up even more. They wanted to control her every movement so they cast her mouth and created a muzzle, but they didn't think she would end up breaking it. They created one a normal tiger couldn’t' break through but didn't anticipate her doing what she did.

Sarence licked at the leather through her lips and started melting the leather strap, soon it fell from her and she opened her mouth, curling her tongue. It didn't take long for her to build up pressure in her tongue and send one of the men in the room screaming - collapsing to the floor. She had spit acid directly into his eyes using the pocket under her forked tongue. Her eyes glared straight into one of the scientists eyes, clearly hating the man. The scientists ignored her and decided to figure out what her gender was, like the boss ordered. Up till now they didn't know the damage her tail could do, so it was left free. A mistake they would soon find out. One of the scientists walked up behind her, her tail instantly shot up and wrapped itself around the mans neck, snapping his neck with a single stroke. Good thing it wasn't anyone important, just a random maintenance worker that was working on the cage they were making for her. Finding this out they attached a rod to her tail and stopped it form moving by wrapping the rod around it with tape.

Sarence dared them to come near her, glaring behind her.

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Zach couldn't stop his hands from shaking. It wasn't from the prospect of being in close proximity to an extra terrestrial creature, nor the sheer danger she embodied, though they were considerably smaller the five males had taken their share of limbs and lives as well. No, what had his stomach full of butterflies and the sweat soaking through his shirt was the fact that Dr. Fairchild was supervising this creature personally.

"We don't have all day, Dr. Mitchell," the intercom boomed with his voice, and Zach straightened instantly, finally stepping from the airlock into the holding cell. He wasn't wearing any protection, the titanium armour being in short supply and the work being too delicate for chainmail gloves, and seeing most of the others almost completely kitted out in the metallic suits did little to reassure him. He could see the sweat starting to form on the inside of his breathing mask when the intercom boomed again. "We still need a viable sample of her DNA, this time not flooded with mercury."

"With pleasure," one of the other scientists answered, picking up a relatively unassuming object. It had a simple two part handle with a very long and wide titanium needle, used for extracting bone marrow. His twisted grin alone had Zach stepping in, quickly snatching the needle and pushing him aside. "I'll do it," he grumbled.

None of the others argued, in fact they all stopped what they were doing and took a few paces away from the beast, as had become the tradition when a fresh pair of hands approached her.

He stretched a tentative hand out over her lower back as he approached her hip, carefully watching her bound tail as he made a quiet hushing sound. "Easy girl... Easy girl..." Even Dr. Fairchild was now watching him with interest. "I know you're in pain," he said softly, risking a glance at the frame bolted into her midsection, "but this is going to hurt a lot more." He didn't want to touch her, but he forced his hand against her fur in a quick pat before taking it away to line up the needle. "I'm sorry," he said as he pressed it into her. When he finally felt it hit the bone he pushed harder, adding a twisting motion as he pressed it deeper.

With the utmost care, far more than any of the others had shown her, he slowly removed the stylet as soon as he had reached the marrow cavity, blindly handing it to an unseen assistant who replaced it with a frighteningly large syringe. He did his best not to move the needle as he attached it and wasted no time in collecting a sample. "Easy girl, almost done," he reassured her as he began twisting again.

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Sarence wasn't stupid, as soon as they decided they needed more samples from her she started attempting to free herself once again from the contraption, watching them all and watching them pick up some sharp object. Her eyes narrowed on the object and the man that carried it. She may not have understood english, but the tone the man used sent shivers up her spine and made her hair stand on end. Soon though, a younger male, younger than everyone else here came in. Unlike the others, he was wearing little to no protective clothing, nor did he seem to want to be here. She picked up a strange sense of guilt from the boy and her eyes locked on his for a moment before he disappeared from her view and started to speak. His tone was soft, delicate, daresay compassionate. She felt his hand on her hip, sliding across her fur. This feeling was actually calming when compared to everything else she had been through. She was already scared of the things in the room, but this guy seemed to understand how she was feeling. He was odd for a human. She had only come in contact so far with men and they had all been mean, so she had figured the society was proprietorially men, and that they were mean, but now that she met this man, it was difficult to say whether or not she was right. She mewled, a mix between a strangled purr and a growl, as the boy grabbed the needle and pushed to to her flesh, pushing into a bone. Her eyes snapped shut at the new-found pain. She couldn't describe how badly it hurt, but it made her want to scream. As he turn it, she did just that, screaming into the muzzle and snapping her eyes shut even tighter, a small tear forming and exiting each of her eyes, falling to the table. The larger needle made her claw into the restraints on her paws, the claws shooting into the titanium and a sickening crunch could be heard as she snapped her nails from within the barricades around her sensitive paws.

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[19:56] Tom <3: The mood in the holding cell had been jovial as Zach approached the beast with the needle, the others watching eagerly, waiting to see if he would be her next victim or if he had the luck to avoid it. The anticipation was palpable as the needle sunk into her flesh, with mumbled jokes and elbows in ribs, but as she cried out, the pain of the needle penetrating bone getting the better of her voracious behaviour, all smiles faded and the nudges gave way to uncomfortable shuffles. All bar the man observing, whose smile widened as his eyes narrowed on the young scientist, a window of opportunity presenting itself. She didn't even try to attack him.

The moment he felt he had collected a sufficient sample, Zach swiftly removed the needle, once more handing it to an unseen assistant as his eyes watched the entry wound, searching for any sign of the beasts lethal blood, but instead getting a glimpse of just how quickly the wound closed. He furrowed his brow as his attention turned to the titanium mittens cast around the creatures paws. How many times has she broken her claws? he wondered silently, well aware of what the sickening crack was, a scientific mind overruling a nauseated stomach.

"We have enough samples for today," Dr. Fairchild's voice crackled in over the intercom, quickly responding to the atmosphere in the cell. "Priority is to get that bone marrow analysed. Good work, Dr. Mitchell."

On any other day those word would have filled Zach's chest with pride, but today, staring at an impossible creature contained by horrifying devices, he was beginning to question who the monster really was. He spoke up just as the others were filing out. "I'd like to stay and study her behaviour."

"Very well," Fairchild answered. "I hoped you might," he added with his finger on mute. "You know the dangers, Dr. Mitchells. The consequences are your own." In truth he wanted nothing more than to stay behind and watch the pair, but unfortunately even he had to eat.

Zach stepped away from the creature, picking up a clipboard and scribbling notes until the holding cell doors finally closed, marking the departure of his colleagues. Placing the clipboard back on the table, he slowly moved around to stand directly in front of her, studying her very carefully with eyes of sorrow. "What are you?" he breathed. Unlike the others who had asked this, he had directed it to her, rather than voicing the problem they were trying to solve. "And what are we?"

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Sarence was in enough pain to validate her actions, if she did decide to kill this man, but it seemed as the others filed out and seemed to be done with her for the day that she calmed down a bit. The man without armor stayed back and as soon as the others left, he seemed to look straight at her. Her eyes met his and she could feel what she could only chalk up as being regret. She couldn't move a whole lot, but she wished they would let her free. After such a long day of constant torture she was tired, sickly, and feeling weak. Her eyes stayed on his, blinking a bit as she tried to loosen the binds on her. She gave up and made a soft noise closing her eyes and leaning on the bindings. The one around her neck was pressing into her stopping her breathing,but she hoped it might stay that way, at least if she was dead they wouldn't be able to study how she bred, or breed her. That is what she imagined they would want from her next, or maybe they would let her go, study how she fought. She didn't know what was coming, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Her body weight crushed her neck and the monitors she was attached to showed that she was attempting to stop her breathing.

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Zach could see the fatigue in her eyes as she watched him, and though he didn't notice her muscles were tensed, fighting in futility against the binds, he did notice when they relaxed, her whole body, though suspended, slumping in place. There was something about this creature, something that stood out when not only compared to the animals on earth, but also with the males that were captured with her. And it wasn't just her size. There was a regallity to her, pride almost, or at least the shadow of it, a hole left by her defeat. He pitied her when he should have been admiring her, and he hated humanity for it. Then the monitors started blaring.

His head snapped around to look at the readings, the myriad of sensors detecting a dangerous decrease in air flow, and he dashed towards her. "Come on, come on," he said as he slid his shoulder in under her massive jaw and lifted with everything he had. He held his breath under the strain as he loosened the stabilizing claps and slid the neck brace further down, free of her windpipe before easing her back down.

"I know, I'm sorry," he said as he slid his shoulder back out from under her, looking her in the eye. He lifted his hand up to rub gently into the fur behind her ear. Domesticated cats enjoyed it, so he figured why not. "But they- HE wont let you die. You're his favorite, and his solution would have involved more bolts," he cautioned matter-of-factly. He honestly couldn't be sure is she could understand him or not, doubted it actually, but somehow talking to her made him feel better, less like the others. The thought had him whispering another apology. "I'm sorry for what they are doing."

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[04:00] Sarence: She felt him under her head and her eyes opened, he pushed her upwards and she felt the air come back into her throat. She glanced down and listen to him unlatch something, feeling the collar shift lower, bringing the ring around her muzzle with it. A little bit of testing and she realized she was able to move her head. It didn't take her long after her neck was freed to move her head. He made a vital mistake of expecting her not to notice that he had loosened the clamps. In only a few moments she had worked her head free of the contraption and it was sent clattering to the rack below. She tested the rest of the restraints and found them to be secured just as well. However, once the ring on her neck was gone she got to use her mouth and the gag, or what could be referred to one, left her mouth and clattered to the floor as she looked up at him making a soft growling noise, licking her mouth to rub the areas which had been cut or rubbed by the cruel metal. She stared straight at him, her eyes now locked on his form, her jaw flexing finally to remove the pain in it.
[04:20] Tom <<3: As the collar collapsed to the ground, clattering loudly, he swore at himself before pulling away from her to pick it up, thinking to resecure it before she could do too much damage. That was when he heard the second clatter and glanced behind him to find the titanium gag, the creature now able to free it without the neck brace holding it in place. That alone had the hairs standing up on the back of his neck, but as soon as she let out a low growl he dropped the brace and quickly scampered out and away from her, hands and feet thrumming into the floor, blood turning to ice as his eyes went wide. It took mere moments before his back was pressed against the wall in front of her and the colour drained from his face as her eyes locked onto him. His fear was more than evident as Dr. Fairchild's parting words echoed in his head. The consequences are your own.
[04:28] Sarence: Sarence was soon freed from the contraption on her head, easily slipping them off after the humans fatal mistake. She then used the freedom to wrap her jaws around the brace on her midsection and with a loud snap, it too fell away. That left her paws, which was going to be the biggest hassle, as they didn't seem to just want to pull themselves off. Her eyes scanned the room and picked up on his heat signature as she has lost it while freeing herself. The titanium paw-booties weren't as annoying to her, and she could move even with them. He was now the only thing standing between her and the way out. She slowly removed her braces keeping her from walking then took a step towards him. She figured that the booties wouldn't bother her, but as soon as she took a step she decided agianst this. She snarled at it and pulled her foot to her mouth and bit into the titanium, biting through it but the force slammed her own fangs directly into her paw, making her roar as she pulled back and bloody acid dripped on the floor, eroding a hole in the floor in a matter of minutes. She looked at it and glanced up at him, throwing the boot off and doing the same with the other 3. The only thing she had forgotten was the tape on her tail, which took a couple of circles to chase the tape before she caught it, allowing her to unravel it and send the bar off her tail, falling to the ground. Now free, the proud beast stared him down and started to stalk towards him.
[04:49] Tom <<3: That roar. The ear splitting, blood curdling, nerve shattering roar froze him in pace. His chest didn't even swell with air as he completely stopped breathing. The only thing still moving was his heart, and that was now beating hard and fast, and directly into his ears. He could feel his pulse everywhere, but all he could focus on was the giant feline now completely free of any of their restraints and stalking towards him. The creatures pride had returned, it's demeanour was undoubtedly dangerous, but all that mattered was his own death looking back at him in her emerald eyes. Finally he closed his, releasing what he thought was his final breath as he admitted his mistakes, owned the consequences, and accepted his fate. Then the room hissed.

The surrounding vents released the same drug that had been used to capture her out in the field, only this version had been atomised, filling the air and knocking the young scientist out in seconds. Once again David Fairchild's voice crackled over the intercom, eerily calm as if the entire situation had been staged. "I don't know if you can understand me, but I KNOW you can hear me. This facility is mine, the people working it are mine, and everything in it, including YOU, belongs to me. You WILL learn your place, and I WILL learn your secrets."
[04:59] Sarence: Sarence stalked towards him and just before she reached him the room started to fill, thankfully for Sarence, the vents were at the top of the room giving her enough time to grab the man and claw her way through the floor into the ventilation system. Her jaws were wrapped firmly around the mans midsection as she dragged him deep in the belly of the laboratory, using her claws to make enough holes to get into the very bottom of the lab, under the building itself. She heard them come after her but they wouldn't find her, the way she had let herself in was through a grate, pulling it free and replacing it with her tail as she went through, now breaking into the cavity of the lab. She dropped him onto the moist underground and waited for him to finally wake up licking blood from her fur meanwhile. She could use him once he woke up if she controlled him psychically.

Meanwhile, back in the lab Jason had run towards the lab as an alarm sounded. "Sir, she's escaped however, we can use the other beasts that were with her to draw her back, set a trap for her, see if she will rescue one of her own strung up to die... just have to make sure he makes enough noise." He said, grinning a bit.

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Dr. Fairchild's eyes narrowed as he watched the beast melt and claw her way through the concrete floor of the holding cell, the only hint to suggest he was less than calm. It didn't take him long to cut off the gas however, realising how quickly she would reach the next floor. Already security teams would be heading in her direction in an attempt to recapture her, though he doubted their success. That was when Jason came running in, raving about some plan to use the males as bait. David was barely listening to him. "No, we need her reacting to us. Keep them sedated. He left without saying another word, mental gears working as he processed the situation.

When Zach finally regained consciousness his head throbbed, the telltale signs of a heavy sedative hangover. But as the rest of the world slowly pierced his mental haze he found it had gotten dark, wet and cold, all things that told him he wasn't in the holding cell anymore. That was when the noise finally hit him. Not the distant drip of ground water seeping through the rock, but the moist clicking of a large cat cleaning itself. Herself. Fear crept its way into his being again, and he found himself quietly crawling away from the noise, though his uncoordinated limbs had him moving less than stealthy.

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Jason blinked and looked at his boss wondering what he had planned. The run from the hospital wing after just the short bandaging was starting to swell. The pain medication made it so that he forgot all about it till he looked down. "Oh... right..." He slowly made his way back to the wing to let his leg heal. He hoped they would find the cat, or the boss would be incredibly pissed off for quite a while. Sarence sat cleaning the blood from her fur as the man finally woke up. She looked up picking up a life signature and tilted her head looking at him. He seemed to be scared of her and she moved closer towards him, putting her muzzle right in front of his face. She growled softly at the quivering scared little man in front of her, her tail moving up in front of herself and pushing his head up by using the tip of her tail to force the man to look at her. Her eyes started to swirl with a silver glow and she projected images of what she wanted in his mind, taking over his mind just enough so she could make him do what she wanted, but still give him some free will. A day had passed while he was passed out so she was growing hungry, and she was sure he was too. She showed him her pack eating, simply that, eat and drink. She hoped he would pick up on what she wanted and then she pulled back from his mind and looked at him, her eyes going back to their normal emerald color. She looked at him and waited for him to decide whether or not to go.

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She saw him, or heard him, honestly he didn't know which was more accurate, just that her large head was now directly in front of him, her growl making him freeze up once more, half lying on the moist ground, jaw quivering. He didn't move, not even daring to blink, as the tip of her tail pressed into his chin, lifting his head up so they were staring directly at each other. Fear was all he knew, until a silver glow swirled into her eyes and he watched on, mesmerized, wondering what the hell was going on. Then, a pack of the creatures appeared in his mind, at least pack was the word that seemed to fit, devouring something. Ripping, tearing, destroying. No, consuming. Food. Hunger! As the mental link ended, her eyes returning to their original emerald colour, his stomach rumbled noisily.

"Food," he said slowly, carefully. "You want... food? To eat?" He broke off eye contact to look around the room, assuming that if she was showing him that then she wasn't looking to eat HIM. "So do I, but I have no idea where the hell we are." He couldn't see much, but what he could see told him he had never been in this section of the facility before. The giant tunnels deep underground, below the sub-basements. He didn't even have any idea what they were used for! "Up," he turned back to her finally, pointing towards the piped ceiling. "Food is up." Well, his food was up, he had no idea what she would eat, or even what she could eat.

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She looked above her and noticed the system she had climbed through. Above them were ducts that fed the areas of the facility with vents, pipes and other such things. There were lots of large pips secured by steel rings that were secured to the roof. She glanced around her and looked between them at the water flowing down the middle of the area around them. They were in the sewage it looked like, but because the facility didn't run on city water anymore, the water here was stagnant, quite pungent actually. She looked over at him and started to walk, allowing him to follow or not as she walked towards the end of the area where there was a stair-well that led upwards seemingly into a tunnel shaft filled with piping that ran to the facility above. Once here she turned to see if he had followed. Above them was a grate which lead into more ducts. She was deep inside the bottom of the building, making sure that they would be deep enough to not be followed. It was a tight fit for her to make it through, even if she crouched so to humans it would be even tighter. She looked up at the ducts and jumped up slamming against it with her paws, but to no avail. She would have to melt it. She opened her mouth and aimed upwards, shooting acid at the bolts. She jumped into it again and it burst open. About 16 feet in the air she jumped up to the next floor and looked down to see if he was down there.

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She led him up a stairwell that opened up to a room with more piping, though considerably smaller and actually in use by the facility, he still couldn't say what they were used FOR, however. But by the time he had arrived she had already given up on trying to force her way into another duct system and he heard more than saw her spit acid at the grate blocking her path, weakening it before leaping up again, this time breaking through and continuing on. His eyes fell to the floor to watch the acid continue to eat its way deeper down before looking back up at the opening. Even if he could reach there was no way he was following her through there. "So ah... I'll just wait here then... shall I?" he called up to her, convinced there was no way she could understand him despite her obvious intelligence. "Yep," he mumbled to himself and he lowered his gaze to glance back around the room.

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She realized he was still down there and in a moment she jumped down, landing in front of him. Her nose pressed against his hand and she pushed her large head against his palm. Once he moved his hand upwards, it would have slid up over her head, neck and then finally over her back. She was incredibly soft, given the state she had been put in previous, the long hair coming from between the scales gave her a very smooth look. She moved her head back, grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him over her back. Once he was on her back she lunged, leaving it up to him to grab on any way he could. Her lunge was smooth, seemingly an easy task for such a huge creature. She moved up into the next floor through the grates, leaving him on her back as she walked through the second to last floor now, looking for a way to get even higher as what they were looking for was still two floors up. She stepped on through the halls and looked around for some type of stair case or elevator. She found an Elevator shaft and walked over to it. Clean drop all the way to the bottom of the area where she had come. Stepping to the edge and looking up, she realized where they were headed and noticed that each floor had a door. Without bothering to think about how the human would like it, she jumped onto the shaft wall and started to climb up, again a very seemingly easy task for her considering her size. The drop was at least 200 feet down, he better hold on, she wasn't going back for him.
She knew it would freak him out some how, but she wasn't too concerned about that. She continued to climb up and finally got to the door where the elevator door was. She sent a message out to the door as she clung to the side of the wall. ' Open. ' She used her telepathic powers to force the doors to open themselves up without power connected to them in any way. She then pulled them out of the shaft and safely back onto ground,m tile it seemed. They seemed to be in a hallway, dim lit by the left over lights which were almost completely out. Some of them were hanging off of the ceiling and threatening to fall onto them. She sniffed the air and had no idea where to find food, she couldn't smell any because it was concealed with a fridge, she didn't know this though. She looked back at him and whined a sort of hiss and meow sound at the same time. She looked at him and used that whimper to tell him she didn't know where to go. This part of the lab seemed abandoned, but there was a chance he could figure it out faster than she could, maybe he had seen old floor plans?

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He heard more than felt her climbing up the shaft, at least he thought she was climbing up, but he didn't open his eyes until he felt the forces of gravity level out over his unmoving form, implying they were back on solid ground. Tentatively he cracked open one of his eyes and peaked around the room. It was dull, not dark, a hallway lit only by the backup lighting. For a second or two this had him confused, until his memory kicked in. This wing had been closed down a few days ago, something about a fire or chemical spill or something, but it's layout was identical to the other wing, which meant...

He lifted his head up off of her back to properly survey the hallway, get his bearings, and slide of the giant beast he had saddled against his will. He took another quick look around to reconfirm before setting off down the hall. "The cafeteria... Food is this way," he said over his shoulder, more than happy to be leading the way for once.

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She pawed along behind him walking with him till she got to a large room. It had several tables in it,but the man kept going down the hall even further where the actual serving hall was. He pulled out some food from the refrigerator for himself and she looked at him and waited. He seemed to take a while figuring out what she wanted to eat until finally deciding on a large hunk of ham left over from a few days ago. He threw that out on the table for her and her eyes widened as she licked her lips. It smelled delicious after so long of not eating anything. She quickly ran up to the hunk and started to munch away at it. Before she knew it she was getting down to the bones, holding it in her paws and eating it, while laying on the cool tile below her. She was almost done when the TV suddenly clicked on and her ears perked as she licked her chops and looked up at the TV, her eyes widening slightly as she watched.

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Dr. Roberts ran as fast as he could without losing his breath, down the hallway and bursting through the door to David Fairchild's office. "You wanted immediate updates, Sir?" he asked, panting ever so slightly.

David barely looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk to acknowledge the arrival of his subordinate. "Yes?"

"They've resurfaced. The cafeteria in the closed off wing."

Dr. Fairchild moved faster than any human should, slamming the papers on his desk and flying around it, heading straight out into the hall, Dr. Roberts barely keeping pace behind him. "Have one of the males moved into the operating theatre, and patch the feed into the cafeteria screen." He didn't wait for acknowledgement before he disappeared down another hallway.

Zach bit absently into an apple as he watched the beast tear into the leg, devouring the meat in seconds. "Ham," he described suddenly, seeing if she would even respond, let alone show any sign of understanding. "Ham. No? Okay." He gave up quickly, turning his attention back to his apple before suddenly the wall screen started to hum with activity, then light up.

Dr. Fairchild stared into the camera, outfitted in a mishmash of doctors scrubs and a titanium scalemail apron. Though he wore surgical gloves, Dr. Roberts stood behind him in a similar outfit, but with the chainmail mittens. "I have to thank you. When we first discovered you my colleagues all thought you were just animals, unable to accept the possibility of intelligence in a feline race. Your escape proved them wrong.
"But you still have much to teach us. The samples we managed to collect from you, though invaluable, have proven to be limited in their capacity to further unlock the secrets held within your DNA." He stepped aside to reveal the sedated male, helplessly bound on its side on a titanium slab, grooved to funnel the acidic blood harmlessly away. "I ask only that you return to us, preferably of your own free will. These males, though exceptional, lack your complexity. There is a reinforced holding cell, just down the hall of the one you escaped from." The feed cut briefly to the security footage of the empty cell, before returning back to the theater. "I hope you like it, I had it refitted specifically for you."
he stepped back in front of the camera, blocking the sight to the male once more, his face deathly serious. "Your regenerative abilities are unimaginable, yet even the deepest well must have a bottom. You have one hour to surrender yourself and return my scientist, or I start removing organs. Their lives are in you hands. Do not disappoint me."

The feed went dead.