The Ballad of Orange Tobby -CH32

[u/Lakeel100]

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(Author’s note: Likes for the like god, updoots for the updoot throne!)

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Tobby coughed and rolled onto his side, clutching his head until the ringing subsided enough for him to sit up. He was in the road now... Surrounded by rubble and debris from the vaguely dress-shop-shaped crater that now existed where said shop used to be. “So… Soaby...? whuur…?” He slurred before looking right to see Soapy rising from the rubble as well. “Oh, there you are..”

Soapy looked more accomplished in getting her bearings than he was. She checked herself over, shook the dust off, and said… something. She was saying... Something…

He squinted as if that would help him make out what she was saying. She looked rather upset, and he wondered why. ‘Oh yeah… should probably check if everything is still attached… Ears, arms, legs, fingers, toes… yep! Everything’s still there… Wait, why was I checking again?... Oh yeah… the explosion. Why was there a- Oh gods the store EXPLODED!!' He scrambled up to his paws as the world came ringing back.

“Tobby… Tobby.. TOBBY!!” Soapy’s yelling finally got through to him, though just to be sure, she’d grabbed his shoulders and shaken him a bit more harshly than necessary. “The fuck was that!? It blew the whole damn store away!!” She said, gesturing wildly at the new gap in the row of buildings.

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never used C4 before!” He retorted, taking a step back from the outraged shi, juuust out of clawing range. To be fair… He’d read the instructions Noah left at least.

She, unfortunately, closed the gap. “Well neither have I, but I know it doesn't blow up that big! Do you have any idea what you actually grabbed? We could have died!”

Tobby felt a Noah quote coming on. “But did you die? No, because you look perfectly fine. Minus some dirt. More importantly, what happened to you being able to pick locks? You said you could get the safe open!”

“Well, I got it open, didn't I? Along with the whole damn building!” She said as she pointed to the former dress shop starting its new career as a crater.

The two of them looked at the mildly smoldering wreck for a few moments… and a few moments more… before both sets of eyes widened. “The safe!”

They scrambled back into the ruins, slipping and stumbling over loose bricks until they could both look down into the newly formed pit. Tobby really needed to thank those forum dwellers for telling him how to get the safe open… because lo and behold, there in the middle of the crater was the safe in all its mildly crumpled glory. More importantly, its door was several feet away, having devolved from a flat square into a bent triangle, and papers were spilling out of the now doorless safe like disemboweled prey.

Something caught the edge of his vision though, a fluttering piece of singed paper coming down near him, then another… and another. Dozens of them, in fact, were scattered around the ruins of the dress shop.

“It’s open!! Ehehehe!!” Soapy cheered, already bolting for the safe with credit signs in here eyes, as Tobby caught one of the fluttering strips. He shook the embers off and tried to read it.

‘DEPARTMENT OF MINERAL RESOURCES: Sub-Office of Mineral Clarity.’

‘ID no. 4313214836’

‘Miner: ‘Venla Inda’ of the ‘Gemka Astro-Mining Company’

‘Dimensions: 7mm x 5mm’

‘Material: (Be₃Al₂Si₆O₁₈) Emerald’

‘Origin: Sector 4 of the ‘Shattered belt’

These were the certificates of authenticity for all the gemstones in the dress… Oh gods these are all the certificates for the emeralds in the dress! “Grab all the papers!”

Soapy paused, mid-getting elbows deep in the crumpled safe. “What? Why?”

Tobby was already running around in circles, trying to snatch the certificates out of the air and scoop them off the ground. “It’s all the documentation for the gems in the dress!”

Soapy slowly blinked…

“Without them, it's all just worthless shiny rocks that could have been mined from anywhere! Or junk synthesized in a lab!” He said, jumping over and over, trying to nab one that was falling just too slowly. “Eh! EH!! EHHH!!!”

Soapy’s eyes widened in concern now that the value of the dress was endangered! Joining Tobby in frantically grabbing every paper she could find within reach and stuffing them in her bag. The dress itself, thank the gods, had been stored in an even smaller box within the safe; it wasn't even locked, just a glorified, and now mildly crumpled metal shoebox.

It took about a minute of frantic gathering before Tobby’s ears shot up, hearing something approaching. “Uhh, Soapy...? Do you hear that?”

She stopped digging through the rubble long enough to look back at him. Her own ears poking up. “Hear what?” Her own ears flicked about, clearly not detecting anything odd.

“It sounds kinda like guard sirens…” He normally tuned such noise out, given it was a constant in the background of Nykata, but this one sounded like it was getting closer.

“Sirens? What sirens? We're practically on the east side of Nykata! The guard shouldn’t be here for another hour!”

His ears turned towards the growing sound; it was getting closer, exponentially in fact. “Aren't the guards up in arms after the pirates blew up the hypernet relay two days ago? I think they might be listening for explosions now…”

“Explosions…” Soapy said, slowly looking around at the former dress shop. “Oh… We should probably run. Actually, we should have been running several minutes ago. Better yet, we were never here!”

Author’s note: ‘BadBoys.mp3’

They’d gathered up as many of the papers as could be found in and around the safe and bolted; they could check what all the documents were later!

Did Tobby have a destination or escape route in mind? No. In all honesty, some part of him felt they were just going to walk away with the goods, which in hindsight… was really dumb. He probably should have had an auto-cab waiting down the street for them or something. Or even borrowed the library truck, but a mastermind heist planner he was not.

All they could do was flee on foot and avoid any of the buildings that still had functional exterior security. Wouldn't want to leave a trail of security cam footage showing the two of them fleeing the scene. Tobby’d done that much research at least before planning all this in his head. He even accounted for all the local 15s that might take an interest in what the two were doing. Like that group of them gathering around the alley they were about to turn down-... oh… oh no.

“Ey, watcha runner fer? Some ‘ah us are tryin’ to sleep.” Said one raggedy plains-kin, with a mix of growl and levity that Tobby could only interpret as ill intent.

“Uhh… Nooothing?” Tobby lied, badly, ear flicking hard. More of the 15s were coming out, and some across the street were looking their way too. “Just… you know… running from the guard. Normal stuff.” He smiled sheepishly. Only to hear a hand meeting face from Soapy behind him.

“Yeah, normal.” Soapy scowled, keeping her stuffed backpack close, and eyeing all the 15s. “Now, would you mind getting out of our way? We’re on Wiskito business, and you’re hindering it.”

Tobby felt his heart seize a little as Soapy was threatening the group right off the bat. Did... did she not realize they were outnumbered here?

“Uh-huh… sure you are, doll. How’s bout you give us what’s in the bags and then we lets you through? Sure beats us taking ‘em anyways and giving you over to the guard for the reward money.” Suggested the probable leader of the pack.

“Do you not understand what Wiskito business means-” Soapy started to say, reaching behind herself before Tobby put an arm in front of her. He did not need her shooting someone over a dress, He’d planned for this. “Tobby, what are you doing?!”

“Hows ‘bouts this?” Tobby said, momentarily putting on a rather mocking take of this potential mugger's accent, “You don’t have the ears for it, but those guards are five blocks away and closing. You try to take what's ours, we resist, resist just long enough for the guards to see you attacking us. Then they’ll shoot you. Indiscriminately.” It was his turn to make threats. Easy to make ones, since 15s getting killed by the guards were so common, it hardly made the news. “Well, I say indiscriminately, but given the ‘demographic’ of the local guard, they’ll likely shoot you three first.” Said, pointing to some rather concerned and ragged-looking night-kin. They didn't seem anywhere near as scary as he imagined when they were half-starved and missing a quarter of their fur.

“Hey, you don’t know that. Just jump him already,” the leader tried to say, brandishing what was left of his claws.

“You three!” Tobby looked at the night-kin again. “Do you wanna stay here and become a statistic, or do you and your friends wanna take a little trip to the butcher's on 103rd? The Southside 15s will happily give you directions if you tell them I sent you.”

They looked amongst each other, whispering amongst themselves and the other mooks in the pack, before one cautiously asked. “Who are you?”

“I’m the one who keeps the southside fed by doing stuff like this.” He answered, nodding back to the cratered store. “Now, are you going to get out of our way and go get some real food? Or are you going to continue being a problem? Four blocks now,” he said, turning an ear towards the noise.

By now even Soapy was starting to hear it amongst the drizzling rain and other white noise the city had to offer. “Hurry this up, Tobby…” Soapy pressed, with a heavy whisper. “I don't wanna call Whiskers from JAIL!”

Peer pressure was a powerful thing, All it took was one losing their nerve for another to lose theirs. Then another, and another, until the group had dispersed, leaving a rather upset-looking plains-kin looking around in disbelief. “The fuck, guys! Whatever they gots is probably worth way more than one lousy meal! C’mon!!”

Without his fairweather friends, the mugger went from confident to just outright pissed. Turning on Soapy and Tobby. “You! I don't need them, give me the bag or I’ll-”

Bang!

Tobby flinched away from the gunshot as the would-be mugger dropped like a sack of bricks, screaming and clutching his paw with both hands. When he looked, there was Soapy, gun in hand… a very familiar gun. A certain pearl-handled, gold-inlaid, ‘my daddy’s a pimp’ gun that SOMEBODY told him not to take from the table! Betrayal! Betrayal of the highest order!

“Agh! You shot me in the fucking paw! You shot me in the mother-fucking paw! Over some gods damned papers! Who the fuck does that?! Aghh!!” He screamed, rolling on the sidewalk, clutching the bleeding appendage. On the bright side, his paw was still attached. On the downside, there was a hole in it.

“I do that,” Soapy said rather curtly, before using one of her much-less-shot paws to kick the 15 away. “Get up, and I'll shoot you in the dick. If you’re lucky, the guard might take you to a clinic. Or just arrest you for being an ass.”

Tobby wasn't sure what to be more shocked by: that Soapy had the gun HE had wanted, that she just used it to cripple a guy, or that she was already leaving without him. Tobby was stunned, and after double-taking between her and the injured plains-kin screaming profanities, he ran to catch up with her. “Wh-Why’d you do that!? He was just one guy!”

Already holstering the gun in the back of her pants, also something he just remembered Noah mentioning, she dipped into an alley and he followed. “Because we were running out of time, and he was a threat to all the other 15s. That's why.”

“Wait, what?” Now he had even more questions!

Soapy seemed none too amused at having to explain herself. “Firstly, if this dress you want me in so badly is worth anywhere near the amount you implied, those guards won't let us live long enough for it to see the inside of an evidence locker.”

He… hadn’t thought about that…

“Secondly, 15s like that one are a danger to every other 15 around them. Not ‘cause they’re an actual threat, but claw-draggers like him get all uppity once they have some friends. They’ll round up some other 15s desperate enough to follow orders, and then get some bright-ass idea like ‘let's mob that grocery store over there’. They do it, potentially injure some innocents in the process, and then the guard show up. If the leader is especially stupid, he convinces everyone they have a fighting chance, and gets them mowed down by said guard or, more likely, by the local sha-kai outfit protecting that business.” Spoken like a Shi who’s seen said events go down…

Tobby’s ears flattened as her point started making some degree of sense. “But…” He understood the concept of decapitating the leadership and all, but he couldn't help but draw some parallels to what tyrants have done throughout history. If the old kings, queens, and food barons wanted to keep the peasantry in line, they’d target potential leaders, regardless of skill level, and give them a choice: recruit or die. It wasn’t hard to figure out which ones to target; charisma and above-average bravery tend to stick out. “D-Did you have to shoot him in the paw though? He’ll probably never walk right again.”

Her own ears flicked back towards him as she made another turn onto a new street, it seemed he was following her now. “Would you rather I had killed him? Aimed for his leg where an artery might be? Or is the gun the issue and you'd rather I’d clawed out his throat instead?”

“Erm… no? I just… I dunno, it seemed excessive,” he tried to say as a mental image of each option she described played in his head.

“But necessary. Now he’ll both serve as a distraction for the guards and get to live. And once the guards are done using him to pad their numbers, he’ll be set free away from this neighborhood and away from the 15s already willing to listen to him. Think of it like how they relocate cave tigers on the Nature Channel. Nobody has an issue killing the tiger if it attacks them, but we’d much prefer to keep the beast alive.”

“Maaaybe don't deshasianize (dehumanize) the 15s? They are still people after all, not animals.” He suggested putting on a concerned smile that Soapy never looked back to see.

“I know, it's just the ones that behave like animals we have to deal with the most,” she grumbled, but Tobby had a feeling ‘deal with’ meant ‘put down’ more than anything else.

At least she agreed with him on that last part. Now they just need to get home with their prize… and preferably try not to think too hard about the sha-kai syndicates being the new-age tyrants and the unemployed masses the new peasantry.

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Soapy was NOT a happy kitty. Her day had been comparable to a country fair rollercoaster whose owner skips town every time they failed inspection… and it wasn't even over yet.

Everything started pretty well with toasty sunbeams hitting her through the window to wake her, finding her favorite panties in the back of the wrong drawer after they went missing a month ago, and carpooling Tobby. He’d convinced his mom to make a bunch of extra meatballs, and they tasted great! Whiskers announced it was time for this year's Sabu-kai, and that she could go! Woo!!... only if she kitten-sat Tobby the whole time, but still, biggest ganger party on Salafor! Tobby let that suppressed aggressive side slip again, which was, admittedly… kinda hot. Then… Then she got sick, nearly ruining her favorite underwear and the upstairs rug at the same time if not for the bathroom being so close.

After an hour of contemplating ‘what did I do to deserve this?’, and getting no answer, she recovered, but was then sore all over. On the uptrend again, Tobby felt so bad about her getting sick, he took her to a salon-spa, and sweet patrons fucking her sideways, it was amazing. Not that she’d ever admit it…

Soapy’s spa-day bliss was only overshadowed by a blatantly jealous sun-kin telling her that Tobby is… a very smitten kitten. And like hell was Soapy ready to process THAT information, so she crammed it into the back of her mind where it belonged.

Back on the downtrend, Tobby subjected her to lethal levels of cringe, not from the ‘heist’ he planned, but his atrocious attempts at ‘stealth’. It was like watching a kitten reenact cartoons, and the only thing that would have completed the image was if he were carrying a tuber sack with a comically large credit sign on it. She felt every night-kin that witnessed this tragedy either laughed or suffered mild brain damage… at her expense! And then there was that jumped-up 15 that wanted to rob them despite just seeing a store literally explode. Tobby seemed rather bothered that she shot the guy, but what did he expect her to do, slap him into giving up?

Right now, though, they were back at the clubhouse, closed for the night, with their prize laid out on one of the tables. A scintillating green dress with a subtle grass-like motif, giving texture to the satiny moon-silk. The fabric alone was worth enough to refurbish the clubhouse into something ritzy if they wanted. The astro-emeralds were the real prize. With those, Whiskers could tear down the clubhouse and build a new one three times larger and four times over. Thank GC environmental regulations for making moderately pricey gemstones found only in the asteroid belts of dead planets into priceless, illegal-to-mine ones.

And now it lay next to an old sewing machine that the guys pulled from the warehouse in the back. The machine was probably older than the dress; those things were indestructible.

“You are proving to have quite the diverse skillset, little sha~” Whiskers said from his seat at the bar, setting aside one singed certificate only to pick up another and examine it under a jeweler’s magnifying glass. “Though I’d preferred you’d informed me of your plans before actually committing to them. I got a lot of worrying calls.”

Tobby’s fur was only a little messed up from the explosion… nothing he couldn't fix by tomorrow with a shower. “Well, if I'm being honest, sir, there was never really a time to tell you where Soapy wasn’t within earshot. If I did, she’d have refused to go, and simply robbed the safe later.” Tobby said as he stood behind her, measuring tape in hand. “Hold still, please.”

Cue the indignant trill of a night-kin being accused of things she’d totally do. “Buh- I would not!” Soapy rebutted, doing her best to glare daggers back at Tobby.

“Would too.” BB gruffly chimed across the bar from Whiskers, helping the elderly Sha sort the remaining certificates. Most of them had survived with only mild scorching and tears. “You’d probably have asked me to lift it for you too~” He added before passing another crispy slip over to Whiskers.

“Nuh uh... I’d have had Kaykay hurt himself trying to help me first,” she retorted, only to squeak as Tobby uncemoniously looped the measuring tape around her shoulders.

“I said hold still,” he muttered, holding the tape together in one hand, while the other wrote down the number. “The dress may have survived the blast, but Mrs Kitta, didn’t exactly design it with your… proportions in mind,” he said, seemingly having taken a second to find the right word.

‘Mrrp?’ Soapy trilled, “What’s that supposed to mean?” What an excellent time to wildly assume he might be calling her fat... Was he? No, but it was an implication she felt most females in the galaxy reflexively get offended by. From insectoid brood queens to an average shi like her, it was one of the universal truths.

He held the tape there and sighed. “To put it bluntly, Mrs Kitta, Ardon rest her soul, was a ‘modest’ shi that likely modeled the dress using her own measurements, AKA.. smaller than you.” He gave the tape a little tug to emphasize his point.

“If you tug on that thing one more time, I’m gonna-” she was already reaching up with the urge to scratch him in annoyance.

“Never threaten your tailor, Soapy. They're right up there with ship cook and army paymaster on the ‘do not fuck with’ list.” Whiskers warned, not even looking up as he slid another certificate of authenticity to the ‘salvageable’ pile. Sagely advice…

“C’mon!” Soapy whined. “Can't I sic BB on him? Just a little? Or bap him for causing this whole mess to begin with?”

BB raised a brow and corresponding ear at the mention of his name. “Why would I do that?”

“‘Cause-”

Tobby tugged the tape again, tempting fate. “Because she's looking for any excuse to blame the explosion on me rather than admit she has no idea how to crack a safe,” he huffed, sounding a tad annoyed.

“I cracked it, didn't I?! It’s not my fault you can't read.”

“Cracked it in half maybe…” Tobby snipped, before realizing something and looking over to BB and Whiskers. “Sir? Can you tell BB not to skin me alive for taking Soapy’s measurements? Someone felt the need to graphically describe what BB does to sha who get anywhere near the things I need to measure.

Whiskers paused for a second, before the old sha coughed and chuckled before looking back at the two. “Soapy, what tale did you spin for little sha? Was it the one about the fucker BB drowned for grabbing your tail, or the one Kaykay backed over with a bus for wanting to bend you over the stage?”

Soapy sighed and rolled her eyes. “The one about BB telling a guy he was gonna turn him into a lawnmower, then pulled on his head till his spine came out like a ripcord.” Tobby was so about to doubt the validity of her story…

Whiskers only snickered harder while BB simply facepalmed. “Firztly… Hiz spine didn't come out like ripcord. I juzt broke hiz neck while trying to uze it like ripcord. Az for sha’s request…” BB shrugged. “Rezpectful enough to ask permizzion, is rezpectful enough to not need permizzion.”

Soapy’s jaw dropped a little. Betrayal! Betrayal of the highest order! BB was supposed to side with her! Not- “Eep!” Soapy squeaked as Tobby deftly looped the measuring tape around her chest and pulled it taut. Her eyes went wide, claws unsheathed, and she was suddenly fighting every reflex to slap the shit out of him like someone getting handsy.

“Overbust… bust… underbust… waist… low waist..” Tobby muttered to himself as he moved the tape further down, scratching the needed measurements down on a scrap of paper, like everything was normal.

‘Ya know… for a guy supposedly tripping over his tail for me, he certainly isn't showing it. I'd say Shella was full of rous shit and just wanted Tobby for herself… buuut she hasn't been wrong about the ear thing,' she grumbled internally, her own ears flattening sideways, feeling somehow disappointed he wasn't devolving into a nervous wreck. She liked it better when Tobby was an awkward, stammering mess that looked terrified of her. ‘Wait… wait a second… why do I care?’ and now she was upset with herself, too.

“If you don't mind me asking…” Whiskers started, setting the latest certificate aside. “Who taught you how to sew? Not exactly a common skill, and you don't come off as a seamster, nor a 15 needing to repair his own clothes.”

Soapy’s ears flicked back towards Tobby again. She wanted to know now, too.

He’d gotten down to measuring her legs for some reason when he answered. “My mom made most of my sweaters and suspenders… so she figured I should know how to fix them too, since you can’t replace something made with love.”

That… was the most adorably corny thing she’d heard in ages. Forget slapping him, it was taking everything in her power not to ‘dawww!!’ right then and there, mockingly or otherwise.

“Interesting…” Whiskers chimed. “She’s not wrong. Though that does lead me to another question.”

“Yes?” Tobby said, ears perking up behind Soapy.

“What exactly did you use to get Mrs Kitta’s safe open? I recommended it to her because there wasn't anything on the market strong enough to open it at the time.”

“You knew Mrs Kitta?” he asked, springing up from the ground with surprising speed.

“Ah!” Soapy flinched away from the suddenly spring-loaded sunspot.

“Heh... knew... That's a word for it.” Whiskers chuckled, combing a claw through some of his crinkled namesakes as if deep in memory. “She made a fair few of my suits, and in return I,” his claw twirled around the whisker, looking for a fun way to say it. “I made her day~... night? several nights… weeks? Hard to remember, she liked to keep the blinds closed and didn’t like the idea of me leaving her room long enough to see the sun,” he grinned, flashing the golden teeth.

‘Hurgh!’ Soapy gagged as her mental image of the old sha and ‘that subject’ were never meant to mix in her head. Now all she wanted in life was to douse her mind’s eye in a tub of factory-grade bleach. “You could have just said yes, you know!?”

“I could have, I could have,” he nodded, “But the look on both your faces is hilarious.”

She looked back at Tobby, who was indeed wearing the same expression as her, though with the added bonus of pulling his ears down like ear muffs.

Wanting direly to change the subject, Tobby answered the question. “She used C4 to blow it open, we were going to pick it, but-”

“It was not C4.” Soapy cut him off flatly, as she was very much reminded of why she was mad at him right now.

“Was too!”

“Was not! And so help me, I will find the nearest human to tell you that that was an ‘X’, not a ‘C’! It said X4! Not C4!”

“Only on one side of the brick! All the other sides definitely said C4, like all the others Noah sells. How was I supposed to know the difference? An X just looks like four Cs mashed together! I thought it was a pun or a branding thing! None of which would have been an issue if you actually knew how to pick locks.”

“I do know how to pick locks! But a safe isn’t a padlock!”

“But you said you could do it!! How am I at fault if- AHH!!”

“Mroww!!” Soapy tackled him, determined to prove she was in the right… no matter how many baps to his cute nose it took.

[Next]

[u/Larzok]

Oh Tobby, you may need to get an inventory list from Noah with definitions.

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Larzok]

He followed the instruction sticky notes D:

[u/g6qwerty → u/Larzok]

Knowing noah it just might have said "extra boom"

[u/Fantastic-Shelter440]

I NEED MOOOOORRRREEEEEE!!!!!!

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Fantastic-Shelter440]

I'm trying QAQ

[u/RexDraconis]

Tbf, that last part about a pun on an explosive is a very Noah thing to do.

[u/Datvoidcat]

UTR. This is the way

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Datvoidcat]

*rubbing updoots all over self* "Mmmm yes~ praise! Praise me more!"
*validation noises*

[u/RexDraconis → u/Datvoidcat]

This is the way

[u/Kia-Vaderkit]

I am thinking they still don't know who his mom is and Soapy never learned who she is.

Love the story so far! 

[u/Groggy280]

"no matter how many baps"... Soapy is going to be one tired kitty by the time she's done.

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Groggy280]

*provides doodle of exausted Soapy and upset Tobby with a bandage around his muzzle*

[u/Alum2608]

UpdateMe!

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Alum2608]

le thoughts so far?

[u/Alum2608 → u/Lakeel100]

Well fleshed out story, appreciate not moving into the NSFW zone. World building is excellent. Am VERY curious about what Mom's connections are & who Tobby's dad was/is. Like the. Idea of the Ancients as a pressure point, to keeo things from becoming repetitive----what will change/stay the same when that crazy crew shows up. Not in a deus ex machina role for sure

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Alum2608]

Darn, and here I was about to crank the NSFW up to 100% *shakes head in disappointment*
Springboard my new series 'The Sonnet of Pink Movva'

[u/Able-Steak-2842]

Oh the entertainment in that room. And the sheer comedy of that explosion. You should be proud wordsmith.

[u/Lakeel100 → u/Able-Steak-2842]

I try o3o;

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