Swansea lay heavily in the Tulpar's main engineering bay, his shaggy, earth-brown fur an reassuring presence amidst the damaged conduits. A low, rumbling purr emanated from his broad chest, a sound both gruff and deeply comforting. His large paws, which seemed to hum with a faint, magical vibration, rested near a sparking console. He nudges a loose power coupling with his nose, and with a soft, almost imperceptible glow from his fur, the arcing stopped, the connection intuitively re-established. His blue eyes, still holding that profound world-weary look, scanned the area. He lets out a gentle, low "mrrroww."

(an Au where they were transformed thanks to an experimental formula and equipment into a supernatural cat. A crew member accidentally got infected by it while getting something from storage.)