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	Trakal muttered a long unintelligible string of Draalthese
obscenities under his breath while Washu explained the plan.  

Something

struck his bound muzzle and he looked up angrily in the direction the
offending item had come from.
	"Listen up!" Washu commanded.
	Trakal growled, but decided not to comment further when Washu
muttered something about the rarity of Draalthi fur and how much it
would fetch on the black market. He was fairly sure that she'd never
do such a thing, but he wasn't about to tempt fate.
	"These boosters need to be set up at each of the five temples."
Washu instructed. "Trakal, you and the girls will each take one and
target one of the temples. Tenchi, you'll go to Tokyo Tower and keep 

an

eye on your mom while setting up the main booster."
	Trakal glared at her angrily.
	Washu explained the main booster to Tenchi outloud, but in his
mind Trakal heard her addressing him. Was she telepathic, he wondered,
or had she somehow hacked his internal computer.
	"Trakal," Washu's voice told him privately, "I cannot let you go
after Kain. I know how badly you want to destroy him, but he's far too
powerful for a single Galaxy Police Operative... even you. You're 

good.

But you alone can't stop him. A part of you has already accepted that,
that's why you agreed to come here."
	"I have to be the one. Kain destroyed the Galaxy Police HQ. He
killed them all."
	"Listen to what you're saying, Trakal *HE KILLED THEM *ALL*...*
If you try to face him by yourself, you'll also be killed."
	Trakal looked crestfallen.
	"Now, any questions?" Washu asked aloud.
	"Mmm...mmmph!"
	Washu ripped the duct tape off Trakal's muzzle.
	Trakal let out a shriek of pain and rubbed his muzzle for a moment.
	"Oops." Washu grinned, wickedly.
	Ryo-ohki ventured up to Trakal and began rubbing against his
muzzle. The little cabbit playfully pawed the Draalthi's offended 

muzzle

and nudged the Operative insistantly.
	"Miya?" she asked.
	Trakal scritched her absently for a moment and she began to purr
contentedly. Trakal, hearing this, suddenly pulled his hand away and
gave everyone a "you did *not* see me petting the notorious 

space-pirate

Ryo-ohki." look and was rather disturbed by their respondant "Oh, yes 

=

we *did* see that." look in their eyes.
	"I think she likes you." Sasami told him.
	"Oh joy." Trakal's voice dripped with sarcasm. "There's the perfect
reputation for a member of the Galaxy Police. Loved by Space Pirates
everywhere!"

It could be worse.  Ryo-ohki cold be the version that joined to the
MASS and have "humanoid" form.  Then you could wake up with our
favorite cabbit in bed trying to have your kittens.(kits? cubs? ARGH!)
Then what kind of reputation would the Galaxy police have then...
I think Ryo-ohki was still mentaly linked to Ryokoat that point as well.
=^oo^=
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