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A Tooka is as a Tooka does (most certainly Cross)
‘Every move he makes, leaves hardly any kind of trace, to be able to follow him back to his lair of a base.’
Nimble, agile, lean, wiry to the extreme with a body quite long
Never however discounting them to be rather strong
The physique which can only be described as feline like
With every single of their movements always so precise
Never even once faltering in their steps
The momentum always right there on the dot
Especially when on the prowl for that specific spot
The lookout point preferably on top of a tall hill
When finding in, remaining on hours on end perfectly still
And it’s usually never just for spending the time to chill
As the working rotation of the Tooka like creature is never done
No, this what they do is never out of simple enjoyment or fun
Well, one might just argue those are weighing heavily as reasons
Bit the feline human hybrid of a person would strongly disagree
Calling it perhaps even treason of sorts stating it out loud
As working as a sharpshooter is something of to be very proud
The sniper of the best of the best of the best squads in the galaxy
And yet at their task you will them never really see
As the sniper will remain hidden for most of the duration
He cat like reflexes keeping them on the move when needed
Never becoming surprised or trapped as the hearing is the best
Smelling out their enemies every single movement
Setting out a spree of shots just for their torment
As was the task at hand, taking down the enemy clankers as planned
And shoot down those metallic heaps of rust and parts they did
Rewarded by their superiors after the enemy having been defeated
When the working days long as stayed we’re finally over
The Tooka of a human being mostly retreated to their own special lair
None of the batch mates allowed even near
Well, sometimes they did, as even a solemn feline did have its needs
The others allowed to snuggle close in a pile so neat
Being there for their kindred spirit
Sleeping for hours and hours on end
Together these five batch mates time would spend
Until the time they once again beckoned
Yet another mission called out for their names reckoned
The feline themselves stretching out and then
Stepping out from the nest into the warming of the sunlight
Well rested and ready for yet another victorious fight
As without this fearless feline of a Tooka singing so bright
And their four family members, there on the lookout
The war would not have gone too well
At least that was a thing the five of them said
When asked what made the team so special
Alas, it wasn’t exactly a lie, as this was kind of a team
Made of all the legends ever written, or even seen
The Bad Batch they called themselves
Those darting to state otherwise?
Oh how bored they’d all would be!