Forced Relocation 9.99:
Cutting Red Tape

by Fur and Fantasy
PG
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file

"Come on in, Ebon," Callie said warmly as she held the door to her office open for the lean black tom.

"Good morning, ma'am." He smiled a little nervously at her as he walked in.

"Please, have a seat," she smiled, closing the door behind him. "How are you doing today?"

"Better," he smiled shyly at her. "I can walk again."

"I'll bet you're doing a lot better after that," she nodded, taking her seat. "Looks like the guys have been taking good care of you," she smiled.

"Yes, they are," he nodded as he sat down on the guest side of her desk. "They've been very good to me."

"They tend to be, to people they like," she nodded. "Have they gone over the information I need with you, to get you set up here?"

"Not really," Ebon shook his head. "We've had a lot to talk about recently."

"Understandable, with the changes in the works," she nodded. "It shouldn't be too bad - the main part is how much of the truth you want to be official," she said quietly. "Most of it shouldn't be a problem, but where you're from and how you got here, I don't know if you want to be on the record, however it happened."

The black tom drew a deep breath. "I want the easiest story that will let me just get on with life here. I want to go to collage and work, like any good citizen."

"That's good to hear," she smiled softly. "And it shouldn't be too hard to arrange, either. The only part that will probably be hard to explain is why there are no records of you before these - that will probably need to be explained." She took out a set of papers, with a number of blanks not yet filled out. "We should probably get the boring part out of the way first - I need to be sure we get your named spelled properly, and then a few simple questions about what education or jobs you've had before. Kind of like filling out a long job application, with a few extras after that," she explained, passing the clipboard over to him with a pen.

"Can't be much worse than joining the Marines," he chuckled slightly and went to work on filling in blanks and checking what had been filled in for him.

"If they're anything like the Enforcers, probably much easier," she smiled. "Though you should make a note if you're interested in military service if you put any past experience down for your job history - a lot of people with any military experience at least try to get into the Enforcers, most of them make it too."

"I'll keep that in mind, though I'm looking at more sedate pursuits." Ebon almost smirked. "I got the adrenaline junky pounded out of me for the most part."

"Understandable," Callie nodded. "Unfortunately, the Enforcers are one of the more dangerous jobs around here, unless you're in a desk job. But I'm sure there's something you'll be able to do."

"Beyond what I figure out going back to school," he commented as he wrote, "Chance thinks I could do well writing scripts for Spartacus Video, and Feral offered to pay me as base manager for the guys." Ebon shook his head. "I'm hoping the writer pans out, at least for a while."

"Feral wants them to work for the Enforcers," she asked, somewhat surprised - though not as much as the rest of it did. "And they're taking the offer?"

"Still discussing it, last time I heard," he nodded, wondering if he shouldn't have said that. "I guess they're really divided on it. Something between Chance and Feral they're only half telling me, but Feral wants them in CLAWS."

"I could imagine they're divided - well, as long as SWAT keeps flying, that's the important part," she said quietly with a slight frown. "Just not what I'd expected after seven years of almost being at each other's throats."

"Spurned lovers do that sometimes," Ebon said softly.

"Yes, they do," she nodded. "That's definitely unexpected, in a lot of ways, but I don't think it will be a problem if they can make it work out. Don't worry about it, Ebon," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "I'm sure it'll be fine. They won't let it work out any way that isn't."

"I'm seeing that," he smiled a little weakly at her. "The biggest trouble they seem to be having is deciding who's going to give in. Neither wants to push the other into a choice they don't want, or away from one they do."

"That sounds like them," Callie said, shaking her head ruefully. "If it helps them to make up their minds, you could let them know that I'll be fine with whatever decision they make."

"I'll pass that along," Ebon smiled gratefully at her. "It still seems really weird to hear Chance talk nice about Feral, after the first couple months." He shook his head. "He really seemed to hate him a lot."

"Like you said, sometimes two lovers who've broken up do that. Particularly if they wish they hadn't," she said thoughtfully. It did explain a few things Feral had done over the years, if he'd known the whole time. But that didn't seem like him, if he was only offering to take them in now.

"About what happened," Ebon nodded, trying to remember all the data they wanted. "At least from what I've heard of it."

"Any problems understanding the forms?" she asked, changing the subject a little suddenly.

"Not yet," Ebon murmured. "I've gotten reasonably good at code-reading on the fly."

"I didn't think they were that complicated," she chuckled. "Easier than tax forms, at least."

He blinked at looked up at her before flushing and ducking his head slightly. "I had the spoken language dropped in my head, but not the written one." He explained quietly. "I got lucky, you use the same words and such I know how to read, but the symbols are different. I have to translate the characters to read or write."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "Off the record, you're not from Aristal, are you?"

"Not even close," he sighed. "I'm just grateful there are enough similarities it's not too hard to get along."

"That is a good thing. I'm surprised the words are the same, except for the alphabets. Probably makes it uniquely frustrating for you - knowing the words, just not what's making them up."

"Given what I've had to adjust too, I'm grateful it's just that simple a cipher." He said softly. "Ciphers I can do without much trouble. Computers make it a lot easier."

"I would imagine," she nodded. "You're a programmer, then? Or at least were?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but I was working on it." He nodded. "It was good money, for something I was decent at."

"You'll probably make better money writing those scripts," Callie chuckled. "At least if they sell as well as the others seem to around here."

"Chance seems to think so, and he knows the owner. Jake agreed on principle, with that company." Ebon nodded as he continued to fill out the form. "Though they didn't think so when I first mentioned it."

"I would imagine it's not a business you get into too easily - one of those where you do well, or just don't do, sort of like regular writing."

"Never could do that kind of formula stuff," he chuckled softly. "Even before I wrote smut."

"Well, I hear that if there's one thing Spartacus isn't, it's formula," she chuckled. "By the way - you don't have to put down exactly where you got your education - if there's one thing we've learned about people moving in around here, it's that they tend to have hard-to-verify pasts."

"Even if I remembered half of it, the names wouldn't mean anything." He said quietly. "And they wouldn't recognize me anymore."

"I'm sorry for what you lost, Ebon," she said sympathetically. "I hope you can get a new home set up soon, help replace some of what you lost."

"I've got a good start," he smiled softly, "thanks to the guys. And you getting this pushed through should help now that I'm ready to start to work."

"I wouldn't be sitting here if it weren't for them," she smiled fondly. "And even if I didn't owe them, I don't like to see people in a worse situation than they have to be in, especially when I can do something about it."

"I still appreciate it," he murmured. "Good people deserve more recognition than they get."

"Well, hopefully two of our favorite good people will be getting more recognition soon," she said softly. "Done with the first parts?"

"Just about," he nodded and focused on finishing up before handing it back.

"Okay," she said, looking it over quickly to make sure he'd put everything in the right spot. "Now we've got the tricky parts," she said a little apologetically, "where you're from and how you got here."

"The real story?" He asked politely.

"It could be - it's not something for employers to look at, except in a few rare cases, but there's no way for us to know if you tell us something that's not quite true. Just a matter of making some of the security people feel a bit better, since we have a handful of planets and people we know are distinctly unfriendly."

Ebon nodded. "The short and fairly painless summary: I was born on a world we called Earth as a female human. Furless, tailless, clawless, and with very similar technology and society to much of what I've seen. I've been military, some collage and some civilian workforce before I got snagged to end up in this body and sold to Hard Drive as a toy. He had me less than a week, I think, before the guys found me."

Callie was quiet for a moment, trying to understand how Ebon could be handling everything that happened so well as the black tom watched her, waiting for questions.

"You're probably tired of hearing this," she said gently, "but I'm sorry for what's happened. How much of that do you want to go in here?"

"I don't want whatever is put there to hurt my choices for the future," Ebon said simply. "That's all I care about."

"I wouldn't think any of it would, though the part about being sold to Hard Drive is better gone to the Enforcers with," she said, filling in the information she needed before looking at Ebon carefully. "How are you holding up, on a personal level?"

"A hell of a lot better than I expected I would," he said softly. "They guys have been a godsend with humoring the mood swings and testing things out. It's getting easier as memories fade."

"That's good to hear," she nodded. "I'm not sure if they remembered to mention it with everything else going on lately, but if you're ever looking for a good therapist, I know some who are trustworthy, and specialize in helping people who've had their lives pulled out from under them."

"I've had good luck with counselors in the past," Ebon nodded. "Money's bound to come into this somewhere, though." He looked at her uncertainly.

"I'm afraid you're right," she admitted. "But most of them have had patients who are so badly traumatized they can't even leave the house - they're generally pretty flexible when it comes to payment, and putting it off until a patient is back on their feet. Particularly if you can be set up with insurance, which should be possible now that your papers are set up - don't know through who, but probably either Spartacus or if the guys can arrange for you to be covered somehow."

"Chance thinks Spartacus will pay for my schooling, insurance will probably come with it. It's kind of important to me, after what I went through as a human. Or I'll be covered as base manager," he paused fractionally, "at least I'm assuming that is a full time job, either way it falls.

"Base manager certainly would be around there - I think you could send a full team out there and it'd take them a month just to get everything in order. Insurance is something incredibly important around here, I'm afraid. Prices are higher than they should be, but most employers cover it just to keep their employees from heading somewhere that doesn't have a statistically greater chance of having a building fall on you than being mugged."

"I bet," he shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Though I kind of gave up trying to figure out why folks lived where they do a couple decades ago. It wasn't worth the headache."

"Still isn't," Callie chuckled, "unless you're one of the analysts trying to help figure out policies around here. There's a reason that sort of thing's delegated."

"Like accounting and statistics," Ebon smirked slightly. "Some things are best left to those who enjoy it."

"Yes," Callie chuckled with a smirk of her own. "And as long as they keep doing the work because of that, we don't have them taken away for psychiatric examination."

"Well, at least as long as they stay nice and quiet," he chuckled, "but I'm part of the group that probably should be in that experiment, if I didn't find a productive way to channel it."

"I meant that the ones who enjoyed it were in need of professional help, Ebon," she chuckled softly. "Though there are some who'd say worse about Poli Sci majors with law degrees," she smiled.

"And I write gay sci-fi/fantasy erotica." He grinned playfully. "You should hear some of the comments a girl gets for that hobby."

"You mean besides, 'do you have copies,'" Callie smirked. "As long as we're sort-of on the subject, did Jake even remember to tell you about the invitation we gave you three?"

"Only from the guys who are disappointed to find out I was female," he shrugged. "Most think it's a sickness. And he did, I'm coming." Ebon smiled a little shyly.

"Hardly a sickness," Callie chuckled. "And I'm glad you're coming - going to have to see about badgering him for a date."

"I doubt it'll be before they settle things," Ebon shook his head. "It sounds like fun, but it's not something that has their attention at the moment."

"I know, Ebon," she nodded with a smile. "If it did, I'd be a bit worried about them. I was just kidding about that."

"Oh," he ducked his head, "sorry."

"Don't be," she chuckled. "I probably shouldn't have made the comment, given the situation." She finished the papers, and selected a few to pass over to Ebon again. "I need you to sign these, then you're pretty much set legally."

"Okay," he nodded, quickly finding the boxes and signing with a slightly hesitant hand.

"Welcome to MegaKat City, Ebon," she smiled when he finished signing, extending her hand. "Hope to see more of you soon."

"I'm sure you will," he smiled and shook her hand. "I don't plan on disappearing."

Forced Relocation 9.99: Cutting Red Tape

PG
Het Level is None
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

15 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written August 5, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kat

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Challenge Response

Pairings: Jake Clawson/Chance Furlong, Chance Furlong/Ebon Black, Jake Clawson/Ebon Black, Chance Furlong/Ulysses Feral

Blurb: Enbon Black finally becomes a legal resident of MKC.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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