A Hunter's Paradise

Posted on Sun Jan 9th, 2022 @ 11:40am by Commander Ichika Misono & Lieutenant Commander Brandon Pratt

5,318 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Handling the Fallout
Location: Holodeck - Lake Louise, Banff National Park, Canada, Earth
Timeline: Prior to "A Hand Extended Is A Favor Returned"

[ON:]

Brandon woke up from his Cabin in the Canadian Rockies. The mountains surrounded the small valley that his log cabin was situated. Long since a nature preserve, his hunter program allowed for traditional practices of the Hunt. Brandon's specialty of hunting was wild Elk and Bison. However, in the National Park Refuge, Moose was in Season. Moose Meat in itself was a very "game" type of Hunt, with "gamey" tasting results in its cooking.

Since wild Moose, Moose in their heat was focused on mating and staking claim to territory with other male Moose scenting their environment along the vast wilderness of the Canadian Northern Rockies. There were wild goats, boar, black bears, brown bears in lower grasslands as well.

Taking in his morning coffee, Brandon had taken a bite of his eggs and toast. He had invited along with him the Commander of the Myogi. Commander Misono, which rumor had it, had an incredibly keen sense for hunting from her homeworld of Inuto in the Beta Quadrant. As far as Brandon had known, there was not much information on the types of hunts she had taken.

Realizing that there was time off on her schedule and taking the liberty of addressing Ichika earlier in the week, Brandon asked the Commander if she would join him on his ritual game hunt of Moose being in season in the Canadian Rockies. He would be bringing supplies from his family-owned Cabin, and he had tags from the local authorities to catch and kill a Season Moose. With hooves and antlers, a large mammal is often meters wide and just as tall in standing.

"You will have to practice your Male Moose Call." Pratt had sat at the breakfast table with his dog Hercules, a mid-sized Golden Retriever. Brandon clasped his two hands together and then arched outward his boney fingers as he leaned his head upward to the rafters of the Cabin in the woods, letting loose a Moose call that had bellowed from his deep chest outward.

Hercules's ears parsed upward, stilted as Hercules sat upward in readiness expecting the Hunt to start. Hercules then lent his head upward as Brandon, letting loose his wild canine call to action, to hunt.

Just then, there was a knock at the Cabin door. Brandon looked at Hercules as Hercules then went to the wood front doorway of the Cabin in the woods, a green emerald clear lake sparkling outside a rocky lakeshore between two large Mountains with tall green pines covering the scenery of green and grey rock.

"Get the door, Herc!" Brandon had stood up and cleared his breakfast plate from the table, just in time to see the doorway open. He had hoped it was the Commander, Misono coming to join him on his ritual at this time of year, his game hunt.

The XO shuffled hastily into Pratt's humble abode, the silvery sheen of her coat accentuated by a light dusting of snow from outside.

"Sorry if I kept you waiting, Lieutenant," she apologized as she made her way over to join Pratt at the breakfast table. "What with the ongoing issues we've been having with the shuttlebay, I've been wrapped up in negotiations with the yard staff at Utopia Planetia to have them loan us some spare parts before we set off."

*/\* Welcome. Brando, Hercules. Ours. Ours. Home. Welcome. */\* Hercules had backed upward next to the entrance doorway, curiously looking up at Ichika. The Golden retriever had thwapped his large flailing tail to the floor in excitement at the guest.

"Oh, why thank you!" Ichika smiled as she knelt down and offered Hercules her outstretched palm. "It's a pleasure to be in your company!"

There was a warm atmosphere inside. The smell of pine, varnish, and hints of the burning wood from a floor to top ceiling rock fireplace. The cottage was small in terms of second homes. However, there were tall ceilings, exposed log walls with plastering—framed maple wood doorways. Black wrought iron had anchored the doorway hinges and braces throughout the home in areas. The theme was typical backcountry chunky wood furnishings. A manly's man house, Bandon had likened to design.

A lightly colored cream theme had accented the natural maple and log colors. The wood flooring was shined and complimented with smatterings of area rugs. There was a burgundy leather sofa off to the left side in the living room. To the right was the kitchen area, with a large gathered Island in the middle. Copper pots hung above the traditional cooktop and a double-stacked oven beside what seemed a centuries-old white fridge.

"Commander. Misono." Brandon had greeted. "Please come in. Join us. This is Hercules. My pet canine. He has an AI chip, so please indulge his character from time to time. Pratt had watched Ichika as she entered the cabin.

"Hercules? Oh, that's beautiful name!" Ichika remarked as she stood back up to get a better lay of Pratt's cabin.

Into the main areas of the cabin, there were books on the wall. The books are complete with the likes of classical Canadian authors. Margaret Atwood, Leonard Cohen, Mordecai Richler. Also sports of hockey and hunting books. Most of it was Canadiana with a smattering of Engineering, Federation history books. There were also photos in frames of Brandon's Family back on Earth.

Brass frames held pictures of times past. The Pratt Family. Logan, Brandon's Father. Kirsten, his Mother, and Miles and Angela are Brandon's older brother and younger sister. Mr. Pratt, Dr. Logan Pratt, is an Earth Environmental Scientist and is in charge of the United Eastern Environmental Cooperation and Fortification Systems due to climatic changes. Based in New York, Earth. Angela Pratt is a traveling socialite in Paris, France. Earth. Logan, the elder by two years, is in the Banzar Sector as a Civilian freighter. Lesser by three years, Angela works at the Federation Documents and International, Interspecies Preservation Organization based in Geneva, Switzerland.

"A fine place you've got here, Lieutenant," she remarked as she wandered from room to room. "It reminds me of the huts that I saw the one time my family visited the Alfes settlement..."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. May I call you Ichicka, or do you wish Commander Misono?" Pratt was uncertain since she was off Command now, and some CO's were staunch on their designations.

"Protocol would dictate that you refer to me as "Commander Misono" while on duty; though, given it's just us in the holodeck at the moment, I won't be picky," Ichika chuckled. "As long as there's some semblance of respect, I'm perfectly fine with being called "Ichika" off-duty."

She leaned over to get a better look at the picture frames. "So, this cabin-- the real one, I presume-- do you share it with anyone?"

"So far. It's just been Hercules and me here. It is quite similar to our cabin back on Earth in the Rockies of North America. This is my family. My parents and my older brother and younger sister. Both my parents are back on Earth, as is my younger sister. My brother is a civilian freighter pilot. I have been meaning to speak to you. I don't want to offend you, but. Since I invested time in the history of the Inuto, Kaniche, respectively, I have learned of your people's hunting and gathering ancestry. Is this true of you?"

Brandon, if anything, was enthusiastic to perhaps have a friend and a hunting partner for now and then. Hunting with Hercules and the holodeck alone was boring and sad.

"Oh, but of course," Ichika explained. "The Inuto have always advocated that a simpler lifestyle-- that is to say, one that's reliant on the bare necessities-- is a happier lifestyle. Granted, the ideology's somewhat fallen out of favor since the days of Klingon occupation, but you'll stillfind that most of them are rather complacent with that dogma."

She chuckled again.

"Pardon me, Lieutenant," she apologized. "I didn't intend for that be a pun."

Pratt had grinned. "I think Hercules doesn't mind being called a Dog. He is one. Last time I checked. Although, he can be a bit eccentric for even a Dog. He likes Techno Music, the latest from the German Hi Fi Symphonies and Dance Scene." Pratt had shrugged.

Turning around to his kitchen, he leaned back against the butchers style counter top and reached for the Coffee Machine. There of course was a built in replicator that easily could synthesize other beverages, hot, cold, alcohol. "Ichika. Of course. Would you like a drink we can sit down and talk about our hunts, experiences of our cultures. I would really like to learn from your culture and hunts."

"Oh, a glass of water will suffice," Ichika insisted as she took a seat at Pratt's breakfast table. "Due to our... unique digestive systems, we have a little bit of difficulty processing some of the compounds found in humanoid drinks; water really is the safest for us."

"My first question. The Inuto. You were controlled by the Klingon's for a while. I cannot imagine how that would have been. What was their strategic reasoning to conquer/control the Kaniche?" Brandon was interested, he smiled enjoying to learn of different cultures and federation worlds. It was one of the main reasons he had joined the Federation.

"The answer to that is two-pronged," Ichika explained, gently resting her chin on the backside of her palms. "The first was that we had a well of untapped resources. We're relatively simple folk, so we sought to live off of what was provided to us above ground rather than digging to find what was beneath it; as a consequence of that, our planet was rich in unharvested minerals that the Klingons saw substantial value in."

Brandon had listened to Ichika. Her explanation was true of many worlds force colonized by the Klingon's, pouncing on an easy target.

"The second reason, of course, was that we were gullible and dependable laborers," Ichika continued. "We're usually a rather trusting group of people, and this was really the first time we had ever interacted with an intelligent species outside of our own, so we initially believed them when they put us to work in their mines and their shipyards and that they would eventually fulfill their promise to improve our way of life in turn. Of course, they never followed through on those promises, but we just kept toiling away, hoping that our labor would eventually be recognized for what it was worth."

Brandon felt quite sad for Commander Misono and her people. "That is so terrible to hear, Ichika." He furrowed. "I hope your people are much wearier now, and hopeful with the Federation you won't ever be placed in that situation once more. That is your homeworld and friends and family."

Pratt felt negative feelings for the Klingon's when he heard this, the conquerers of the Into, Kaniche people.

Returning from the Kitchen, Brandon had with him a nice glass of water, tall and cool. He as well had a tall glass for himself. "Hichika to bad you couldn't try more drinks, human drinks. I don't want to offer you anything that would make you unwell." He frowned. He took a drink of his water, swallowed.

"So this is my place in the woods. And it would be great if you could come Hunt with me. What type of hunts, type of animals do your people hunt?"

Ichika's eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree; now he was speaking her language.

"Well, the short answer to that would be that the kinds of animals we that we tended to hunt varied from tribe-to-tribe," she explained enthusiastically. "In specific regards to the Kaniche, we were always a smaller tribe, so we tended to forage for rather common species, such as Carnagles and Wuzukuts, so as not to upset the local ecosystem; but every so often- and we're talking once in a blue moon here- we'd hunt for this creature called a "Bangle Beast". Think this big, shaggy, saber-toothed creature, about 7 feet in length, 900-or-so pounds, and with a paw print about 18 centimeters from palm to claw. Capturing one tended to be rather tricky, given they were a rather aggressive species; but the reward was more often than not worth the effort."

Brandon had listened to Ichika, excited to see how excited she had got when the Hunt was mentioned. For Hunters in kind like Pratt, he felt a calling to nature, the heartland. Something that transcended down through his DNA was true for the Kaniche people and tribe as well.

Pratt listened to the large Bangle Beast, finding that a fascinating animal, creature. "The saber-toothed creature, that one sounds incredible. That would be a wonderful, traditional hunt. Do your people have feasts after a good catch?" Pratt himself had a few buds over at the cottage and would go on walleye fishing trips and then have some brews out on the deck in the sun after a good fish fry and bonfire.

"Well... yes and no," Ichika explained. "We usually endeavored to stock up for the winter months, but as I'm sure you'll attest, there's only so long you can store meat before it goes bad, so whatever we couldn't save, we'd eat."

"A beast we would hunt around my territory," Brandon had thought as he drank the glass of water. "Would be a black or brown bear. Not too good for eating, but good for the sport. Then there is deer, which is plentiful. Not much of a beast. There is around here in the deep bog woods and mountains is the Moose and or Caribou. Great large animals, furry, tall, large horns, and very aggressive over territory and outsiders. It can be dangerous if you get into a situation with a full-on matured male Moose in the backlands. We use traditional shotguns and sighters, a few pheromone maskers, some hunting camouflage. There is a lot of scouting and setting up spots close to traditional breeding and migration history." Brandon had advised some of his hunt information to a fellow hunter, Commander Misono.

Ichika cracked a smile.

"Sounds like a challenge to me," she accepted. "So... we're going to be simulating a black or brown bear hunt? What's the game plan?"

“Good question Ichika!” He leaned in with a pictured padd of directions, hunting methods, and other visuals that quickly helped explain the North American, Northern Rockies Moose habitat and hunting methods. Brandon had beamed, happy to see that Ichika was willing to join, seeming interested. “In the mountainous country around here, we use a lot of spots and stalk hunting—one of the primary methods of taking a moose. The best glassing positions are those that overlook large expanses of willow. In the absence of willow, watch younger stands of birch or aspen.”

“If you sight a moose but lose track of it, keep hunting the area. Unless the moose is spooked, it’s unlikely to wander too far. Bulls will typically travel only very short distances each day. They travel very little at night, which means that if you find a bull in the evening, he’s likely to be in that same area at dawn. Likewise, if you see a new sign, chances are, the moose is in the area, and you’ll eventually cross paths with it if you’re careful about controlling your odor and keep disturbances to a minimum. But we can just do an introductory scout session."

“Questions?” Pratt had cocked his head sideways and then took a drink of his water. The fireplace was silently going, heating the small cabin in the Rockies. Pratt was happy to introduce someone else to his special favorite place on Earth, or the Holodeck at times.

Ichika appeared to be making a mental note of Brandon's instructions.

"Alright, sounds like a plan," she concurred. "We're hunting a Northern Rockies Moose? Are there any good expanses of Willow, Birch, or Aspen trees out here that we may be able to use to our advantage?"

Brandon gave Achika a padd of the territory they would hunt. It was a 5 mile by 5-mile short radius. This was good ground since 22 miles from their current cottage location. "This is the area." He highlighted in red on the map, complete with relief values for the mountains and inclines. "The land is traditional mating land, so a lot of Moose show up here.

"The Aspen, Birch, and Willow along with Spruce are all sparse in the feed lands where they congregate over territorial dominance."

"Food for them is scarce around these parts?" Ichika observed.

"That is a good question. Ichika. Your people. Do they value the food, land, and harvests both animal and crop?" Pratt had questioned. "Good. I believe any hunter should use and harvest the meat to full advantage. Have you ever had any holodeck catches you had caught and tried replicating for a feast?" Pratt questioned since the practice was eradicating illegal game hunting on Earth.

"Oh, but of course," Ichika nodded. "It would be a shame for me to go to all that effort for no payoff, so I used to head down to the mess hall when I was done with my Holodeck sessions and replicate my catches; perhaps not as satisfying as cooking the real thing, but when you're out in space, what can you really do about it?"

Pratt nodded and chuckled. "What weapons do you use when you hunt. I guess it depends on the type of hunt. How about your traditional hunting." Brandon added. "I am not sure if you even hunted traditionally. I am only assuming from your cultural bio. I apologize, Ichicka." Pratt was doing his best to learn.

"Oh, we just resorted to primitive hunting tools, like spears and nets," Ichika shrugged. "No need for us to reinvent the wheel, honestly."

"We can introduce you to the Moose First. Many other animals from my part of the Earth as well." Pratt had reached and took his packsack and asked Misono. "Commander, you up for a small backcountry ride. And check out a few Moose grazing or rutting. Majestic creatures!" Brandon's eyes lit up, excited at how close they were afforded.

"Am I ever!" Ichika cracked a wide smile. "It's been a long time since I got some hunting practice in..."

Holodeck
Rockies – Home Camp – 22 Miles NE

Brandon had stretched his forearms upward as they egressed from the all-terrain vehicle. The breeze of the mountain air, the moisture from the melting glaciers off up the mountainous tundras. The valleys lead to meandering waterways, grass, and salmon rivers where Black Bears, Moose, Deer, and Bison all herd and water in the Northern Rockies.

As they had got out, a proximity sensor went off on Brandon's watch. His game alert let him know there currently were two male Moose within the vicinity and a female. "Three Moose. One senior looks to be. One a young male and another female." Brandon had spoken from his binoculars and handed a pair to Misono.

"Fascinating," Ichika gasped in awe. "Clearly, I've been missing out on the natural beauty of your planet..."

"Ichika." Brandon had paused and then begun to walk down the woody trails, winding down their way to a flood plain covered in waist high brush. Getting closer, Pratt stoped and held his hand. He gestured for the two to slowly kneel down in to the brush.

There was a sound of a grunt, a thump and and another grunt and thrust. It sounded almost like wood sticks being hammered against wood sticks. "That is their rut. That is the sound of their senior and junior fighting for the right to the land." The moose early in the morning could be seen off in the distance 30 feet away, battling their antlers and evaporating breathes from the hard fighting moose.

Ichika craned her neck to get a better look.

"What do you notice about the scene?" Brandon eyed Ichika. He had wanted to begin to learn from Ichika her ways as well as teach his.

"The first thing that strikes me is that clearing over on our left; plenty of room for them to make an escape if they realize there's a predator in the vicinity," Ichika remarked, gesturing towards the area in question. "Secondly, it looks to me as if the junior's starting to tucker out; should the two of them split and go off in their own separate directions, we might stand a better chance going after the junior."

"The first thing that strikes me is that clearing over on our left; plenty of room for them to make an escape if they realize there's a predator in the vicinity," Ichika remarked, gesturing towards the area in question. "Secondly, it looks to me as if the junior's starting to tucker out; should the two of them split and go off in their own separate directions, we might stand a better chance going after the junior."

"Fascinating. So as I understand. You would rather go after the younger calf, which is legally in the hunt. I have a license, virtual one." Brandon cocked his head, questioning Ichikas thought process.

"Or," He proposed. "The thing about moose hunting in our level of recreation is not about subsistence. It has become more of a trophy, sport, and historical along the way. That larger, more mature Male Buck represents the largest of the moose antlers. Broad up-reaching parallel palms characterize the "palmate" or shovel-horn type of antlers, and the "cervina" or "pole-horn" type, having long tines or spike-like architectures. The palmated antlers are either fully palmated in shape or of a split–palm, butterfly-type design." Pratt stated.

"That there are about 1.4 – 2.1 m or 6 feet across." Brandon then took out the binoculars to show Ichika closer. "The prime example of a large, experienced, male bull moose in the Northern Rockies."

"Got it; so we're going after the larger buck," Ichika nodded affirmatively. "Though, he looks like he's got a little more energy than the smaller one; we may need to wear him down a little before we move in for the kill."

She glanced back over at Pratt. "How do you suggest we coordinate this?"

Brandon had held his licked finger in the wind. "Winds are South East. We could use a type of neutral masking spray, although, with that wind, we might be sniffed and spooked out. What do you suggest, Ichika? Did your settlement back on Kaniche have to deal with animals?"

Pratt continued watching the large male moose, who had now successfully relented the junior moose in consenting to its dominance. "Ok. So. The Morty. Let's call him Morty, the elder moose. Morty has just successfully remained in control of his territory. He will most likely mate with the female soon."

"Well... given that this is a simulation, we pose no risk to the ecosystem if we kill Morty before he has the chance to mate with the female," Ichika assessed. "And given that we're upwind of the neutral masking spray, perhaps it might behoove us to circle around 90 degrees to avoid running the risk of Morty sniffing us out?"

"Well... given that this is a simulation, we pose no risk to the ecosystem if we kill Morty before he has the chance to mate with the female," Ichika assessed. "And given that we're upwind of the neutral masking spray, perhaps it might behoove us to circle 90 degrees to avoid running the risk of Morty sniffing us out?"

"That might be the best solution." Brandon decided to pick out his map on his padd. "The problems presently are spooking Morty, making our way over, taking a chance with a better shot on a higher outcrop. All the while having the cold breeze working against us scent-wise." Pratt furrowed his brow in thought. In thought, Pratt twiddled a long greyish out-of-season wild grass between his fingers. It felt like home.

The Lieutenant then circled an area of the map. "This is a high-land outcrop. From here, we can get a good vantage point. There will be minimal scent spread." It was not warfare nor tactical. This was a more strategic hunt.

"Ok. Commander Misono." Pratt had smiled. "You may choose your weapon, projectile, whichever you wish. You can use a phaser, but… That takes the fun out of the whole thing!" Brandon mock pouted, looking at Ichicka as they were crouched in the grass.

"Well, call me old-fashioned," Ichika chuckled, "But I tend to find that the most reliable tool for the job is a hand-made spear."

"I'll have my…." Pratt had tapped his more giant fingers across the padd, bringing up his classic, antique "Mossberg Patriot 450 Bushmaster."
"Our weapons will be added to the program once you have chosen from the program padd." Brandon handed Misono the padd. "A real hunt would require us to have our weapons on person the whole journey of 22 miles."

"Oh, that's nothing," Ichika chuckled as she tapped away at the device. "Our hunting party once trekked 50 miles to hunt a Bangle Beast, which then took us three days to lug back to our settlement."

She smiled as a primitive spear materialized in her hand. "Though, for all the effort we poured into it, I gotta say it was one of my favorite hunts in hindsight."

Brandon had lent his eyes to the rather simple looking spear Misono was holding. "That looks interesting. If not, reliable!" Pratt had quipped with a grin. "So, how many arrows do you think we need to take down Morty?" Pratt was confused.

"Depends on a wide variety of factors," Ichika explained, keeping her eyes on "Morty" as they trudged their way through the brush. "Some tribes like the Alfes laced their spears with a powerful toxin from the Lurag Flower, so all it would take them is one well-placed spear and five-to-ten minutes for the toxin to kick in. The Kaniche were never that crafty, however, so we did things the old-fashioned way and gradually wore them down over time; a Bangle Beast, for example, could take anywhere from one to ten spears to bring down."

After making their way to the identified outcropping area of the lower grasslands of inland Rockies, the smell of fresh rushing streams, leading to large meandering deltas could be seen along the Moose territory. In the distance, Morty indeed looked to be tired. "He must have been too distracted with the young lover boy, defending his territory." Pratt had lent downward his pair of distance vision guider, as to which he had passed to the Commander to see for herself.

"What do you think Ichicka?" Pratt had ventured further on his chest and elbows, crawling military-ambush like the the more open area. Speaking in low tone only Commander Misono could hear, Brandon added. "Morty will be tired. He might not have the energy to run." Pratt then had checked his ammunition and set the cartridge. He quietly had comforted himself to the grass with his Bushmaster 450 aiming at Morty's general direction. Brandon turned to look for Hachika.

Ichika carefully assessed the situation, quietly running through all the variables in her head if the shot missed and/or Morty made a run for it.

"Take the shot," she whispered at last. "If it's not enough, Hercules and I can give chase."

Brandon had grinned big at Ichicka’s comment. It was fun. He wouldn’t expect Commander Misono, or Ichicka now to Pratt, to run after the moose along with Herc.

Brandon then pointed to Ichicka’s bow and then glanced. Brandon’s eyes were searching for Ichicka’s attention for her to go ahead and take the shot with her elbow. Brandon didn’t want to take the glory. There would be many holodecks.

Nodding in understanding, Ichika hoisted the spear over her sholder and craned her arm back, preparing to charge Morty.

Just as they both had huddled into the shot, Brandon noticed something. Through the tall brown grass, there was a brown and white wolf that had rushed on to the scene. Brandon was stunned. What? This… “That’s impossible.” Brandon had reacted, standing tall from his position setting his bushmaster aside.

"What's the matter?" Ichika whispered, noticing the look of concern on Brandon's expression.

“The Wolf is a symbol. It means something.” Brandon had gestured for Hachika to walk with him closer to the ridge of the area, where the now present white and a silver wolf was with blue piercing eyes. It stopped in front of the two hunters. “The symbol. That wolf, Commander. It is not part of this program. That presence knew what we would do to Morty.” Pratt was astonished.

"So you're saying there's a glitch in the program?" Ichika surmised. "Should we shut it down, just in case?"

“That might be best.” Pratt was somewhat shaken. His childhood had been replete with that omen. That Wolf being, “Wolf spirit.”

"Wolf spirit?" Ichika repeated.

“That’s what they are. They are a reminder that something important is to happen or is happening at your point in life when you see the Wolf. The Spirit guides.”

Ichika placed a finger to her lips. "So, it's like an omens of sorts?"

“Yes, Ichicka.” Pratt nodded. Confusion faintly crossed his eyes as he searched for the meaning. “I have had a history of seeing the Spirit omen.” Pausing the program and called out = Computer. Arch. =

The scenery of the grasslands and hills remained as Pratt accessed the Arch computer.

“Commander have you experienced anything like this in your people’s culture? The Kaniche.”

"Regarding the Kaniche specifically, the closest legend we have to that would be the Albino Bangle Beast," Ichika surmised. "Legend says that if you encounter one during the day, it's a sign of good fortune; but if you encounter one at night, it's believed to be a harbinger for tragedy."

She shook her head and sighed. "Never encountered one myself, but I knew at least one person in our tribe who claimed he did; everyone thought he was crazy, of course, so his accounts were taken with a grain of salt."

"Albino Bangle Beast." Brandon lent a slight right grin form on his face. "You have to promise me. We will go on a hunt for an Albino Bangle Beast. The very name itself... Wow." Pratt had decided that they had the best end to the program for now. He punched into the arch interface a few commands, as the program had vanished behind them.

"I'm sure that can be arranged, Lieutenant," Ichika chuckled. "Duty comes first, but if we ever get the opportunity, I can always arrange for a shuttle to take us to Inuto so we can join a Kaniche hunting party sometime."

"As an Engineer. I need to find the cause of the fault that allowed that..." Brandon had coughed and felt a little silly now. "Wolf Spirit. Had shown up. I can do that through the programming Commander. I will have a report for you Ma'am." Pratt nodded with assurance as he continued to ponder the situation.

"Much obliged, Lieutenant," Ichika nodded as she turned to leave. "Be seeing you?"

"Of course, Commander." Pratt had given a nod and smile. He enjoyed their hunt time and hoped to re-visit a journey in the near future!

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Posting by (In Order Of Appearance):

Lieutenant Brandon Pratt
Chief Engineer, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

Hercules Pratt
Canine

Commander Ichika Misono
Executive Officer, USS Myogi (NCC-65918)

 

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