A woman appears on the screen...she has hair a light brown color, and hazel eyes. She appears to be either from Bretonia or Rheinland, a cross between the two...she has a slim figure, and wears an off-white uniform of a medical officer. Behind her, some kind of medical bay is visible, and the whirring of several machines guves an ambient background noise...a shadowed figure lays on the bed, breathing softly. The woman looks back for a moment, before beginning.
"It is surprising that this has come up..."
She looks back to the camera.
"For all, the Wildcat has been welcome within Liberty for some time...we have been kept safe here. None have tried to hurt us...except the raiders...which is soon to be fixed. For the most it has been a place of silent refuge"
The figure stirrs slightly in the background, before going still again. Her slight movement shows a tail, barely visible in the shadows, and several pieces of electronic equipment dotting her body.
"I have been a copilot and medical officer to my mistress...my captain...Miss Vixen for some time, and it that time she has never been attacked or harmed, only helped...the only thing that pains her is the shadows of her own mind..."
The woman closes her eyes, and shakes her head.
"It is sad that such things come up...But if you want to try and eject us from this place, within the bounds of your own laws, you're welcome to try. I don't see anybody assisting you so far, only denying your views. These beings..."
The woman flinches at the word, and looks back to the figure on the bed, before continuing...
"These...people...were not part of the choice to be created. All they can do now is exist...if you wish them to give up their homes, and their lives...how about you try it first?"
The woman smiles down the camera.
"Until you can give us proper reason to leave this place, you will be denied. Procecuting my mistress because of her form is simple discrimination, and-"
An alarm begins to ring in the bay behind the woman. She curses for a moment and turns to the screen.
"I guess this matter will be resolved later...if we're unlucky, you'll have one less 'furry' to deal with..."
The woman runs off the screen, and the signal cuts, fading into static.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
