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It hadn't taken Kara long to discover she frakking hated Leonis. While most of the crew, even Connor and the gods-damn doctor, were off at some party trying to get information out of a government contact, while she was left hanging around the garage they'd docked the shuttle in, Just In Case something happened.

Well, it had been three hours, and the only noteworthy event had been her beating level nine on Portal 5. Flexing her fingers, she was just about ready to start the next level when she heard a sudden swell of noise, distant but loud and clear; the barking of several pissed-off dogs. As she listened, the sound seemed to get louder, as if the dogs were headed closer. Hopping off the cargo container she was using as a chair, Kara switched off the console and slipped it into her pocket, unsnapping the holster for her sidearm and letting her hand rest on the butt as she poked her head outside the garage door.

Date: 2010-03-10 04:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
"Oh how I wish you would stop chasing me!"

They have orders from the master, or they would listen to me.

I am getting tired of running. Maybe they are tired too. They are not I looked and they are not looking so tired as me.

Maybe I can hide through that open door... Oh look a person I will hide behind her legs she looks nice oh I am so tired. Pant! Pant!

Date: 2010-03-10 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
In retrospect it was almost like something out of a movie; she was so busy looking up the street for the approaching pack (because that's what it was starting to sound like) that she didn't even register the dog that slipped through the door until it brushed up against her leg.

She didn't yelp, she didn't-- but an unflattering sound did escape her as she jumped back, looking down at the round furry shape before her. The dog was unmistakably panting from exertion; running, she supposed. "On the lam, huh?" she asked wryly.

Date: 2010-03-10 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
"No I am running from the guard dogs!" Dug looked behind him at the door, then back at the person.

"Please please make them go and not take me with them!"

She has a nice face and she smells good and her boots are very good and dirty. I want to stay with her and not go back to the white room.

Date: 2010-03-10 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
This time Kara jumped about a foot in the air, and yeah, that was definitely a yelp. "What the frak--" she cut herself off; there was no question the voice was coming from the dog, as he ducked his head with a pleading look, asking her to make "them" go away.

And that was right about the time the noise of the approaching dogs got much, much louder. Kara was quick to close the garage door, opening the window in the center of the door instead to poke her head out and watch as they-- "them", the pack-- turned the corner and came toward her.

She shut the window and looked at the dog, who gazed back with what she had to admit was a pretty endearing face. "Maybe they'll go past," she muttered, half a question, half a wish.

Date: 2010-03-10 09:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
Dug's ears twitched with the effort of listening.

"They did go! They are not very smart but they will try to smell me soon and their noses are very smart."

She saved me and she smells like outside and machines and not at all like the men with the sharp things and bright lights in the white room that smells like plastic.

His tail began to thump away on the floor as he gazed eagerly at the new master.

Date: 2010-03-10 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
The dog's voice was so earnest and had such a note of relief in it that Kara had to smile. He was right, too; the pack had gone on past, but she was willing to bet they'd be back. She came a step or two closer and crouched down to about eye level with her new companion.

"Well, that's okay," she said, "I'm pretty smart too. You got a name, pooch?" She held out her hand for him to sniff.

Date: 2010-03-10 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
Dug bypassed the sniffing altogether, he'd already covered it. Instead, he jumped up and put his pawn on her knees so they were eye to eye.

"Yes I do and it is Dug, Master. I am so happy and I love you very much already."

In his enthusiasm, Dug licked her face.

Date: 2010-03-10 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
He was quick for a pudgy little guy; his nose was in her face before she could move, and she couldn't stop him licking her cheek without overbalancing herself. Instead she ruffled his ears lightly and stood up as soon as she could.

Then what he'd said actually registered. "Ha, uh, 'Master'?" she repeated, a little incredulous laugh in her voice. "Don't you already have a Master?" He sure as frak wasn't born with the voicebox on, at least, which meant someone-- hopefully someone besides the other dogs-- was looking for him.

Date: 2010-03-10 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
"Yes I do but they are mean and not nice to me. There are many dogs in cages and they come and take us out and poke us with needles and make us have bad dreams and cry."

His face was cheerful throughout this description, after all, he was just giving information to the new master, whom he like very much.

"What is for dinner? I was running and I am hungry as well as very tired."

Date: 2010-03-10 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
Kara's mouth tightened at that; she wasn't a bleeding heart for animals or anything, but gods knew she had no love for needles, and even less for cages. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, struggling to remind herself that while the dog spoke with a human voice, she couldn't act the same as if it were a person asking for her help.

But then the cool nose brushed her hand, and when she looked down the tail began to wag furiously again. "Frak me," she muttered resignedly, "how'm I supposed to resist that?" She bent over and ruffled the dog's-- Dug's-- ears again, nodding toward the shuttle. "Dinner, huh," she said. "Let's see what we got."

Date: 2010-03-11 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
Dug sniffed everything as the master took it out of the box and set it on the floor. It was all in cans, so mostly they smelled like can.

"Is it far to your house Master? I can't run much more today."

Date: 2010-03-11 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daredevildaring.livejournal.com
After a minute or three Kara didn't even bother trying to hide her grin. He was frakking adorable, and no one was exactly there to see her go all sappy on him.

"My house," she said, flipping open her belt knife and prying open the lid on a can of beef stew, "is a flying ship, and this bucket of bolts--" she kicked the shuttle door as she grabbed a reasonably clean bowl from the emergency cabinet and dumped the stew into it-- "is going to take us there."

...Us? Kara repeated to herself. Cus that's a great idea... in the middle of all this shit... let's adopt a dog. She couldn't make it make sense, but as Dug attacked the bowl of stew with happy little grunting noises, something tight in her chest loosened a little, and she found herself smiling again.

Date: 2010-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] puppydug.livejournal.com
The food was gone in about five seconds.

The pack will not get it tonight. Ha ha!

Dug jumped into the shuttle and sat there staring at the master, wagging and smiling with his tongue lolling.

"I am ready to go to your house now Master!"

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