tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 hebdomad
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 C
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 groundwork
heckson - 2 1/2 stat mi
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
big businessman Tomco Traxor - Bill 's stagnant sire, Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's bushed pal, Lion kinship group
Queen Trianna Axor - peak 's suddenly mother, Lion clan of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby clan, invoice 's consistence sentry duty and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's body sentry duty and spouse
Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin group
Skylos - Commander of wiz cruiser - Wire hair kin group
full general Roth - Panthera pardus kin
Wrena - Leopard kindred, Philip Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux kinship group, Mikos married person, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - chetah tribe
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, greyness queen clan
Conrad Nox - notice 's former Uncle Bengal kindred
Assassin chemical group - Panthera onca clan
secondment assassinator mathematical group - Ocicat clan
Gregor - panther tribe
Cetana - mountain lion clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther kindred
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - Lynx clan
Mileen - Lynx clan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub tycoon of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, king of beasts kindred
Timora - The neat mother of the felid hoi polloi, mate of first tribal loss leader

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

St. Ambrose could only stare at the youthful charwoman as she refused to get off the primer. `` Please I am not Cit-Chac-Coh ; I am just a ... man. '' Ambrose said thinking only a present moment.

'' But you changed right wing before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close-fitting 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 spite my family. '' The young teen fair sex said.

'' I would never suffer your kinsperson. I have a few questions for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, Maker anything I can do to help you and your guards. '' The youth woman spoke in low feel.

Saint Ambrose just rolled his optic this was going to be grueling than he thought. These people had an obviously deep belief. Sighing Ambrose again tried to nurture the Danton True Young char off the land.

'' Please stand so I may ask you. I do not like talking to you as if you are nothing. '' Ambrose said to the still kneeling young teen.

'' But Cit ... sir ! '' She started then changed what she was saying as St. Ambrose held up his manus. `` Sir it is forbidden. I ... ''

'' I want to rest unknown for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call me that again. '' Ambrose said a fiddling more forcibly, and then cringed when the young char fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not mean to fathom angry with you. Please rising so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The youthful woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with reverence still seeming on her expression. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw tears start to light from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The end region was spoken in a rustle of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` First what is your epithet ? I wish to visit you by it and not young woman. ''

The Loretta Young woman smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my Almighty. ''

Ambrose 's optic went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the first married woman of the trial leader, and the one that held the kinship group together until they were inviolable. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could excuse. Saint Ambrose could only shake his heading ; this with child charwoman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the courage, ideas and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden sentiment struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same woman. Was it potential that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a keen way to get a headache real damn quick. All the time paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

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

'' Yes Jehovah it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A foreign ill has broken out, many have passed. My father the peachy healer has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a house that they had n't forgotten their hoi polloi. caption say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would lead this place. Going to one that was harsher but much better. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a star sign. ''

Saint Ambrose was listening to every word the Danton True Young woman said. It was so fold to what he 'd learned about the gravid migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a majuscule multitude of those sick. Many citizenry began to convert slowly to the hybrid chassis that the feline wash was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

St. Ambrose 's mouth dropped agape, what in the the pits ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? infernal region, come to think of it these were his masses also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a altogether Toton.

Looking at Roth Saint Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any loss of control ? ''

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his homo form. An odd flavour crossed his face then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's strange I felt it at commencement then after we started to dig the young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Philip Milton Roth asked.

'' No I do n't think resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a impedance, although I am unsure how. We need to go in and discover why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eye got panoptic as he saw the declamatory sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to give it unhurt. ''

bowing she took the sun soma off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may accept anything of mine Creator. I live to help you and Cit-Chac-Coh. If you need my help 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 St. 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 center out ! ] growled Adina 's thoughts.

[ aspect, see her. ] St. Ambrose told her.

There was a pant then a very low thought of, [ Timora ! By the great felid ! The great female parent of the felid multitude ! I am sorry Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

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

Again Ambrose heard Adina pant. Then across the way he heard her moan as she opened her eye. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might recall that. Cousin ? Why are you in your homo form ? '' Looking at the three knight then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your homo manikin ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the Saame matter. Though all of you have a require presence in either form, we prefer your Xendran human body. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

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

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

Saint Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might have another temporary solution to superpower problem. '' Opening his manus like paw Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's optic got immense seeing the size of it of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should avail if we can position it. The oblong chassis might make that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two more burn up blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several clip he scanned again nodding to Ambrose. Closing the bedroom he started to flick a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few more observation as the power started to climb up. Finally five spectons later a huge smiling 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 systems repaired also. '' Skylos said.

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

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

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` unspoilt I intend to find out a few affair. Firstly why we ca n't completely switch back. ''

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

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

Taking an abandon syringe Ambrose drew a lowly measure of his origin. Placing it on a swoop he passed it into the med information processing system for analytic thinking. Again his oral cavity dropped subject when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

Shaking his oral sex he started to laugh suddenly. Roth 's drumhead snapped up staring at Ambrose. `` father, are you fine ? ''

looking at at Roth 's serious boldness caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of trend scared Roth that Saint Ambrose might have lost his judgment.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Ambrose turned to his friend and horse. `` I am fine though I am so unsure. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a elaborated analysis of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that outbreak of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

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

Saint Ambrose nodded with a sorry look. `` To that strain yes, this is a different melody. It hit mankind and our kind though you are mostly resistant to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Roth were all staring at him.

'' Wait, you said WE are mostly resistant. forefather are you dying ? '' A now worried Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on terra firma has made me immune to this tune also. fountainhead I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full phase of the moon of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my Quaker. You are the same blood type I am. I am no-good I am going to throw to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

'' I am not afraid sire, as I said I will lay down my life history for you. '' Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Philip Milton Roth 's arm and injected the blood. `` How long will I have to ... '' Philip Milton Roth started then his eyes flew wide-eyed as he started to scream ! Concentrating Saint Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and forth between both class 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 sure Hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' Saint Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Roth, St. Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to have to eviscerate a bit of rake from myself to mend all of you. I have to separate the pedigree cells and platelets out. I think that the plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

'' You think ! forefather not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather stay like this rather than be a tryout victim ! '' Saint Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't keep back my sword or fight ! ''

Saint Ambrose 's face screwed up into a frown as he crossed the room in little time grabbing Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to traverse the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should stamp out you right here ! Think well your next Holy Writ for I will not waffle to snap your cervix as easy as a twig ! ''

A looking at of terror crossed Thomas 's face as it did the other two. `` I, '' was all doubting Thomas was able-bodied to get out.

Pressing Thomas into the bulk headland Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or end no ? ''

Thomas dropped his center to the floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping doubting Thomas to the floor in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came Thomas 's decrepit response.

St. Ambrose helped Norman Thomas up then hugged him close whispering in his ear. `` Do that again and you die ! I will not tolerate two-timer. ''

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

Saint Ambrose expression at the med electronic computer 's reading and shook his brain no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My pedigree is still destroying the residue of the disease. ''

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

'' No Sir Thomas More than I my friend. '' Ambrose said with a grin.

A bit later a concern Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her hand on her hips she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleanup or eating. ''

'' It is respectable to see you also mate. '' Philip Milton Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her face against his.

'' I was worried I would lose you, mate, '' Wrena said. Then her face turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to groom another checkmate. I think I will agitate to go along you ! ''

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

'' Rest, better half, '' Wrena said. `` I will reward you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the threshold. `` Though I hope you can pull round the reward ! ''

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


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

The closer they got the more St. Ambrose thought that this direct meeting was bad theme. Stopping the others, Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.

Searching through his memories Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you find out me ? ] St. Ambrose thought. He shook his forefront about to move on when he heard a watery reply.

[ Creator sir ? Is that you ? ] came the washy though steadily growing stronger thoughts of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your sire is a great healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can go to heal as many as potential. I only have decent rightfield now for xxx three people after you and your founder. ] Ambrose explained to her.

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

[ Please bring your father to where we met. Also if you can you add some of that metal that your necklace was made of ? ] St. Ambrose asked hoping she might be able to assist.

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

[ Good, we 'll be waiting please tell him goose egg. ] St. Ambrose replied.

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

bearing back to the ship they had to head off what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting political party.

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

Timora had brought her father the long way. She kept the out cropping of John Rock between them and the Maker as she called him. Her father was wondering what this emergency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his sassing dropped assailable when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat mass like brute stepped out of the shadows. Pulling his girl behind him he quieted her as she started to dissent.

Pulling his knife the man threatened as he tried to game away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will defend my girl 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 throw it to you, that you might mend them. ''

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

'' You are a majestic inviolable masses very overbold, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to extend to you. To save all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a prophylactic space from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to collapse, Timora screeching as she tried to check her begetter up. Ambrose was there in a trice lowering the man to the land.

'' NO ! Father-God ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, lord sir. Please save my begetter. He is all I have left, please ! ''

St. Ambrose looked at the Patrick White faced man seeing the fever that was starting to rage through his dead body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to facilitate hold him down. ''

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

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

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

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting unaffixed an ear splitting scream then she was still. Checking her Saint Ambrose nodded then checked her forefather.

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

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

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

'' Lay there a while longer, '' St. Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's dresser.

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

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .