The change of venue was all set, but first was breakfast. The last one at the base. The rest would be in the field....
Kitanya came in to the officers eating area to find the table covered in maps and PADDs, with the two captains yelling profainities at each other as they arm wrestled. It looked as if they had been there for a long time. The stacked up dishes on another table was proof enough for that. In fact it looked as if they had been there all night...
Her first instinct was to roar at them, to be absolutely furious, claws extended, tail slashing the air behind her like a brandished sword, and fangs glinting in the light. But they obviously hadn't been fighting all night; there was nothing smashed, and they'd eaten together and been planning together. This was good. Maybe this was what they needed to work out their aggressions, a good, old-fashioned arm wrestling match. She checked to make sure it wasn't the Klingon tournament version, with sharp blades on either side to take the hand off the loser. Seeing that it wasn't, Kit just moved to a recessed corner and watched. They had to work it out for themselves. She'd only step in if it came to blows.
(eh?)
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DETROIT RED WINGS
2002 STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONS
Lord Stanley has come home to Hockeytown!
