Jackie Clawson
Combatant Kitty's
Killer Kitty!
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Started during the last minutes of work and finished up during my Java lab…
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Jackie couldn’t sleep and she grew tired of tossing and turning in bed whilst trying to get to sleep hours ago. There was simply too much on her mind to let her get sleep so easily. The sound of her betleH breaking during the match with Ta’pez alone had kept her awake; the events that followed that didn’t help any either.
Jackie shook her head in frustration and letting out a low growl decided she needed to clear her head; she needed to get out of the walls surrounding her at the moment. What’s the worst that could happen anyway? And it’s not like she’d get any sleep today anyway.
Despite the possibility of being followed and confronted by K’Vok, Jackie knew she couldn’t stay in her quarters; to do that she’d be showing a sign of weakness, plus she’d go stark raving mad if she stayed there any longer without much else to do. What’s the worst that could happen if she did confront K’Vok, anyway?
She’s tried finding Taylor to thank him for letting her use the cheng blade, but the computer wouldn’t cooperate with her and Jackie couldn’t find him on the base just by looking around. It’s like he’s dropped off the base without any sign or warning.
She’d left the blade hanging in his spot at the wall of honour leaving her own spot empty this year. Maybe next year she’d manage to acquire a blade custom made for her, or at least a real blade instead of a replicated one.
She had to clear her head and take a walk as events and conversations of the last few days have replayed themselves in her mind time and again.
Dressed in her navy jumpsuit, her rank pips and the fighter insignia hidden, the Caitian slipped out of her quarters into the silent corridors of the base. Most sane people were still asleep even the ones who had too much to drink; the only ones who weren’t asleep were the duty officers onboard.
Jackie slipped past a few of Serenity’s crew giving them a curt nod. Looking to see if K’Vok has been following her; she’d spotted him following her all day yesterday, but he hadn’t made a move so far, and she knew he’d make a move sooner or later. She was prepared for to handle the half Klingon, somehow, especially after what Chadwick’s done. She smiled lightly to herself at that as she patted her side a bit with anticipation. Worse comes to worse, Jackie’d do precisely what Chadwick’d suggested: any means necessary.
The half-Klingon seemed to be intent on mating; Jackie didn’t even wish to think about it, let alone go ahead with it. But how would she explain that her ‘pass’ at him was only a mixed message at the time? Jackie decided there was little she could do in her mind about this, except to confront the Klingon, perhaps later in the day she would go seek him out or confront him when she saw him following her again.
The Caitian lost herself in her thoughts as she wandered about the promenade, not really looking at anything in particular. Jackie was completely surprised as her own feet took her to the wall of honour. She stood there looking at the multitude of the betleH’s displayed on the wall.
She closed her eyes, her ears ringing with the sounds of battles each blade has been in: not just the tournament, but real battles. She could only imagine what sort of battles each of the blades were in, but being here, she could feel something in her soul that the Caitian couldn’t explain quite yet. A call into battle? She didn’t know yet, but she felt a yearning to follow it whatever it was.
A call that woke up the predator inside her that’s been dormant all these years and even through the 6 matches oh phase II, but when her blade broke during the match with Ta’pez, against all odds the Caitian had overpowered her opponent even with a broken blade. Ignoring all odds against her, ignoring her pain at the time, setting her mind on not giving up and keep fighting with a fierce defiance…To hell with how she was going to get out of it. To hell with her pain, the odds against her, all she had to do was keep pushing, keep fighting.
That *was* a part of the Jackie she’d locked up all those years ago when she took command of the Horizon because she was afraid of going over the edge that way whilst in command. She was afraid of pushing too hard, of scaring those around her just like she’d scared Mark and the crew of the Rayden as its Chief Security Officer amongst other things, on a number of occasions. She’s scared herself on a number of occasions well… And now she’d unlocked the part again, she was no longer afraid; Jackie was glad to have that defiance, the near recklessness, the wildness, the predator in herself back again to that degree.
There was a certain fire in the Caitian’s eyes as she looked at the wall of honour making the security officers on duty a bit edgy wondering if the Admiral was going to snap, pick up a blade and go on a killing spree right there. But Jackie didn’t care; her mind was busy racing over the unlocked parts of herself, mentally embracing each and every part that opened up to her again. Mentally kicking herself in the head, wondering why did she ever lock those parts up in the first place…
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'open' tag to anyone who wants to reminisce with, or observe 'er or break her out of her daze  Whilst you're at it, can you give me a slap on the head too?
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