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The mental image of Sykobe scratching a cat tree has me dying

A painful lesson

It had only been a tenday since Sykobe was rescued, and the Supernova company had still been learning to adjust to their new addition. With the blessing of their Jedi general, Waves and his squad of commandos had been tasked with attempting to teach the Togruta.

It only took a few hours for the batch to learn that Sykobe was almost completely unable to speak Basic, save the occasional word here and there. After an unfortunate amount of research on Sykobe's particular subspecies, they slowly began to form a bond through various means of nonverbal communication. Chuffing, purring, head rubbing and even platonic snuggling were all very successful methods of bonding with Sykobe, leading the batch to have nightly cuddle piles to ensure their alien acquaintance felt at home.

On the sixth day of attempting assimilation, clone commando Jester was doing routine cleaning of the barracks when he stumbled across what appeared to be Sykobe's nest of stolen blankets and pillows scrunched up in a corner. Not knowing any better, he mistakenly began to take and return the various comfort items to their original locations without knowing the territorial Togruta had been taking a nap beneath the stash. Unfortunately for him, Sykobe did not take kindly to his nest being completely torn apart and was extremely quick to make his displeasure known.

Following the incident, Waves brough his concerns to Commander Hurricane, who was gracious enough to donate a wooden post for enrichment to prevent further scratch attacks from occurring.