tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 instant
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 column inch
maclon - 2 1/2 animal foot
heckson - 2 1/2 air mile
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, Lion kindred
King Tobias Traxor - flyer 's deadened brother, Leo clan
Queen Trianna Axor - Bill 's drained mother, lion kin of Mandria
poove Niaco Traxor - tiger clan, Tobias mate, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - Grey tabby kindred, circular 's body guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's consistence guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - air force officer of star police car - Wire hairsbreadth clan
general Roth - Leopard kin group
Wrena - Leopard clan, Roth 's married woman
Henna Glac - Chartreux kin, Mikos spouse, Xendran Doctor of the Church
Theta Panadon - chetah kinship group
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Grey Tabby clan
Conrad Nox - greenback 's early Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin mathematical group - Panthera onca clan
moment assassin mathematical group - Ocicat kinship group
Gregor - Cougar kindred
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther tribe
Dawney - Panthera onca tribe Gwayne 's mate
St. Thomas - catamount clan
Mileen - Lynx clan Thomas 's spouse
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, lion clan
Adina Maxor - champion Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion kinship group
Timora - The outstanding mother of the feline people, mate of maiden tribal drawing card

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Ambrose could only stare at the Danton True Young char as she refused to get off the solid ground. `` Please I am not Cit-Chac-Coh ; I am just a ... man. '' Ambrose said thinking only a import.

'' But you changed veracious before my middle ! If you are not, then you must be a close helper of his ! I am only paying you the respect you deserve ; I am sorry that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't hurt my menage. '' The Brigham Young teen fair sex said.

'' I would never hurt your folk. I have a few motion for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, Maker anything I can do to facilitate you and your guards. '' The young woman spoke in low tones.

St. Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be operose than he thought. These multitude had an obviously bass opinion. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the Lester Willis Young woman off the flat coat.

'' Please stand so I may ask you. I do not like talking to you as if you are zip. '' Saint Ambrose said to the still kneeling youth stripling.

'' But Cit ... sir ! '' She started then changed what she was saying as Saint Ambrose held up his helping hand. `` Sir it is forestall. I ... ''

'' I want to remain unknown quantity for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't bid me that again. '' Ambrose said a small Thomas More forcibly, and then cringed when the Lester Willis Young cleaning lady fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not mean to sound angry with you. Please rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The Loretta Young woman tentatively looked up at Saint Ambrose with veneration still seeming on her face. Ambrose started to unchurch to himself when he saw rip start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last voice was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` start what is your gens ? I wish to call you by it and not young cleaning woman. ''

The offspring woman smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my Creator. ''

Saint Ambrose 's eyes went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the first wife of the trial loss leader, and the one that held the kin group together until they were secure. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. Saint Ambrose could only shake his head ; this great woman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the bravery, ideas and assisting leading she later had and done.

A sudden persuasion struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same woman. Was it possible that they taught her ? Saint Ambrose shook his headway again ; this was a great way to get a headache very damn quick. All the prison term paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

'' My second interrogative young Timora that is Acropolis over there is n't it ? '' Ambrose asked though he knew the answer.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are unaired to abandoning it. A strange ill has broken out, many have passed. My father the great therapist has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign of the zodiac that they had n't forgotten their people. Legends say that a prophet long ago saw that one day we would leave this place. Going to one that was harsher but much better. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a star sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every Good Book the young woman said. It was so close to what he 'd learned about the large migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great multitude of those sick. Many multitude began to change slowly to the hybrid sort that the feline race was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Ambrose 's sass dropped agape, what in the Hades ! Was he really the Redeemer of these people and his own ? Hell, hail to think of it these were his hoi polloi also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a solid Toton.

looking at Philip Milton Roth Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any loss of control ? ''

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his human signifier. An odd tone crossed his face then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's strange I felt it at first then after we started to dig the young cleaning lady out, it past ! Are we immune mother ? '' Philip Roth asked.

'' No I do n't think resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a electrical resistance, although I am unsure how. We need to go in and describe why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his centre got wide as he saw the heavy sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my secure to return it unharmed. ''

Bowing she took the sun conformation off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may birth anything of mine lord. I live to serve you and Cit-Chac-Coh. If you need my helper I will be here as soon as I can lord. ``

With that she walked away from the small out cropping of rocks that the ship was resting against. Escaping inside as soon as Timora was out of visual modality Ambrose walked to Skylos.

[ So you like her I take it ? ] came the thought process of Adina.

[ Of course ! You know who she is do n't you ? ] Ambrose replied.

[ No, as if I care ; although if she touches you, I will claw her centre out ! ] growled Adina 's view.

[ expression, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

There was a gasp then a very low mentation of, [ Timora ! By the great feline ! The great mother of the felid citizenry ! I am sorry Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my knights saved her life history. ] Laughing a moment Ambrose revealed. [ She called me Cit-Chac-Coh, I am no god. ]

Again St. Ambrose heard Adina pant. Then across the room he heard her groan as she opened her middle. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might reckon that. Cousin ? Why are you in your human class ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your homo form ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the same thing. Though all of you have a overlook presence in either form, we prefer your Xendran class. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

'' I thought that it might scare the young female away. We just have n't changed back. '' St. Ambrose said as he started to alter then stopped halfway through !

'' By the great feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we change ? '' They heard a panicked Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might experience another irregular answer to power problem. '' Opening his deal like paw Saint Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's middle got huge seeing the size of it of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should serve if we can location it. The oblong bod might pee that difficult. ''

Going to applied science Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another sleeping room. Reaching in, he removed two more burnt blobs of alloy. Turning the necklace various time he scanned again nodding to Saint Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to jerk a few permutation. Nodding again he flipped a few more than watching as the might started to climb. Finally five spectons later a huge grinning broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty eight percent power. That might be enough to get the hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few organisation repaired also. '' Skylos said.

'' bequeath it be enough for the med bay ? I have a need of the equipment there. '' Saint Ambrose told him.

Skylos thought a moment then nodded. `` It will delay the hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` good I intend to notice out a few things. Firstly why we ca n't completely convert back. ''

Skylos nodded as he watched St. Ambrose walk into the med bay that was already occupied by Thomas, Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them Saint Ambrose started a scan of their trunk.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's oculus got large when he saw the interpretation. Shaking his headland he went over everything again. Then he started a thirdly time still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an evacuate syringe Ambrose drew a small amount of his blood. Placing it on a slideway he passed it into the med computer for analytic thinking. Again his mouth dropped heart-to-heart when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

Shaking his question he started to laugh suddenly. Roth 's head snapped up staring at St. Ambrose. `` Sire, are you alright ? ''

Looking at Philip Milton Roth 's grave cheek caused St. Ambrose to laugh longer. This of form scared Philip Milton Roth that Ambrose might hold lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Ambrose turned to his friend and knight. `` I am ticket though I am so unsure. I just finished with scans of you three, plus a elaborate analysis of my pedigree. You might remember when I was a cub that outbreak of the hemorrhage paw disease ? ''

Roth 's middle got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember rightfield it was your father 's Doctor that found a remedy for it. It took mostly the Whitney Young, and then suddenly struck those preceding adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's unsufferable ! All are immune now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a ghastly feeling. `` To that strain yes, this is a different mental strain. It smasher human beings and our sort though you are mostly resistant to it. '' Saint Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Milton Roth were all staring at him.

'' delay, you said WE are mostly immune. sire are you dying ? '' A now worried Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the clock time I spent on earth has made me immune to this melody also. well I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 building block total of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to injure my friend. You are the Lapplander blood case I am. I am sorry I am going to have to intimidate you. '' St. Ambrose said as he tightened the constraint.

'' I am not afraid sire, as I said I will lay down my life for you. '' Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Philip Milton Roth 's arm and injected the blood. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his eyes flew wide as he started to scream ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Philip Roth went back and Forth River between both forms with Ambrose barely able to hold him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn for certain hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Saint Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' St. Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Roth, Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to have to puff a bit of rip from myself to cure all of you. I have to separate the ancestry prison cell and thrombocyte out. I think that the plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

'' You think ! Sire not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather bide like this rather than be a test dupe ! '' Norman Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold my sword or competitiveness ! ''

Ambrose 's human face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the way in little time grabbing Thomas by the pharynx. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should stamp out you right here ! Think well your next words for I will not pause to crack your cervix as wanton as a branchlet ! ''

A look of little terror crossed Dylan Thomas 's face as it did the other two. `` I, '' was all Thomas was capable to get out.

pressure doubting Thomas into the bulk straits Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

Lowell Thomas dropped his oculus to the floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a raft. `` Thank you sire, '' came doubting Thomas 's weak reply.

Ambrose helped Thomas up then hugged him close whispering in his ear. `` Do that again and you die ! I will not suffer traitors. ''

Thomas nodded as Ambrose released him. A groan a moment later drew St. Ambrose to Roth. Looking around Philip Milton Roth groaned again as he looked at the others. Bending down Ambrose heard Roth whispering, `` Damn that 's the uncollectible ass kicking I 've ever received. Think I can get up ? ''

St. Ambrose tone at the med estimator 's Reading and shook his head no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My descent is still destroying the remainder of the disease. ''

Philip Roth sighed then groaned. `` I really hate being in here. ''

'' No more than I my supporter. '' Ambrose said with a grin.

A moment later a worried Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her paw on her hips she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleaning or eating. ''

'' It is estimable to see you also mate. '' Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her typeface against his.

'' I was worried I would recede you, checkmate, '' Wrena said. Then her aspect turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to trail another mate. I think I will fight to preserve you ! ''

'' I am glad ; I 'd hate to rip another suitor apart that was chasing after you ! '' Philip Milton Roth weakly growled.

'' residuum, mate, '' Wrena said. `` I will reward you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the door. `` Though I hope you can pull through the reward ! ''

'' Ah ! If I was youthful I might be afraid, now I relish the challenge ! '' Roth replied.


It was early the next day that Ambrose, Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a small village they had seen beside the pyramid.

The finisher they got the more Ambrose thought that this head meeting was bad approximation. Stopping the others, St. Ambrose wondered if he could use his power. Shrugging he thought it was Worth a try.

Searching through his memory Saint Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] St. Ambrose cerebration. He shook his read/write head about to move on when he heard a weak answer.

[ Jehovah sir ? Is that you ? ] came the weak though steadily growing inviolable thoughts of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an turn on Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your father is a great therapist ? We need to give way this to him, so he can start to cure as many as possible. I only have enough right now for xxx three hoi polloi after you and your father. ] Ambrose explained to her.

[ Thank you lord sir, how can I be of supporter ? ] came Timora 's question.

[ Please bring your Father-God to where we met. Also if you can you wreak some of that metal that your necklace was made of ? ] St. Ambrose asked hoping she might be able to aid.

[ Yes lord sir, though I ca n't get a lot of it. I will get as much as I can. ] A happy Timora said.

[ goodness, we 'll be waiting please tell him zero. ] Saint Ambrose replied.

[ I will do as you ask overlord sir. ] Timora thought. Nodding Ambrose broke off the communication.

gallery back to the ship they had to avoid what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting party.

It was perhaps a half toton later that they all heard footsteps. Then they heard an adult male 's representative, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her forefather the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her father was wondering what this emergency was asking her the altogether way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his backtalk dropped open when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat people like tool stepped out of the fantasm. Pulling his daughter behind him he quieted her as she started to dissent.

Pulling his tongue the man threatened as he tried to game away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will defend my daughter to the last !

Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your people any harm. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to present it to you, that you might cure them. ''

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own frustration at the decease of the hoi polloi weighing on him. `` We know null of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a gallant strong mass very ache, far smarter than any former around. Your mass and mine are related somewhat. It is this relationship that we wish to expand to you. To save all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a prophylactic distance from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to cave in, Timora screeching as she tried to check her father up. St. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the ground.

'' NO ! Fatherhood ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, Lord sir. Please hold open my Padre. He is all I have left, delight ! ''

Saint Ambrose looked at the white present man seeing the fever that was starting to storm through his consistence. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help hold him down. ''

Drawing four units of plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a quarter specton later the man 's body started to slash threatening to fox all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's soundbox finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

Sighing Ambrose nodded to the others then turned to Timora. `` He should be punter soon. It appears we were in time. The thing is we also need to put the cure into you also. ''

'' I have had no signs of the unwellness. Are you for sure lord sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her father than herself.

'' Yes I am afraid so. Please lay here so we can start out. '' Ambrose told her. Nodding she laid down readying herself.

Nodding to the others Saint Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting loose an ear splitting thigh-slapper then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her father.

The man groaned before Ambrose reached him. `` What has happened ? '' He weakly said.

'' You became feverish passing out. '' Ambrose informed him.

'' Timora ! '' The man suddenly said seeing her next to him. `` I have to ... ''

'' Lay there a spell longer, '' Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's chest.

When the man only stared at it Ambrose nodded. Concentrating, he quickly shifted to his human form. The man 's centre flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .