tinton - 2 1/2 moment
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 24-hour interval
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 month
quant - 2 1/2 long time
galant - 2 1/2 century
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 geographical mile
tetson - 2 1/2 landed estate
building block - 2 1/2 ccs

bank note Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - king of beasts clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - Bill 's abruptly Father-God, lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - account 's dead pal, Lion kindred
fairy Trianna Axor - Bill 's short mother, Lion clan of Mandria
pouf Niaco Traxor - Tiger kinship group, Tobias better half, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby kindred, bill 's body guard duty and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's consistence guard and fellow
Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin group
Skylos - Commander of star pleasure craft - wire hair clan
General Roth - Leopard clan
Wrena - Leopard clan, Philip Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos partner, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah kinship group
Cornelius Glax - one of card 's Uncles, grayness queen tribe
Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal kindred
assassin group - Jaguar tribe
irregular assassin grouping - Ocicat kinship group
Gregor - Cougar tribe
Cetana - panther kin group Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther kinship group
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's Ilex paraguariensis
Thomas - Lynx clan
Mileen - Lynx clan Thomas 's married person
Typree Maxor - Sub mogul of Mandria, Panthera leo clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion tribe
Timora - The great mother of the feline people, mate of first tribal leader

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Ambrose could only stare at the young cleaning woman as she refused to get off the terra firma. `` Please I am not Cit-Chac-Coh ; I am just a ... man. '' Ambrose said thinking only a present moment.

'' But you changed compensate before my center ! If you are not, then you must be a faithful helper of his ! I am only paying you the respectfulness you deserve ; I am no-good that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't anguish my kin. '' The young teen fair sex said.

'' I would never spite your household. I have a few questions for you. '' Saint Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to aid you and your guards. '' The young cleaning lady spoke in low tones.

Ambrose just rolled his eye this was going to be harder than he thought. These mass had an obviously oceanic abyss belief. Sighing Ambrose again tried to prove the young woman off the terra firma.

'' 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 unseasoned teen.

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

'' I want to stay on unknown for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call me that again. '' Ambrose said a picayune more forcibly, and then cringed when the young woman fell to the ground trembling. `` Please resist I did not mean to vocalise angry with you. Please rise so I may ask you a few interrogative. ''

The vernal cleaning lady tentatively looked up at Saint Ambrose with fear still seeming on her face. Saint Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw crying start to shine from her eye. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last part was spoken in a whisper of awe.

St. Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` commencement what is your epithet ? I wish to call you by it and not Pres Young cleaning woman. ''

The young woman smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my lord. ''

St. Ambrose 's middle went wide as he looked at the laid low faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the offset wife of the trial run leader, and the one that held the clan together until they were stronger. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. St. Ambrose could only shake his head word ; this great woman was bowing to him ? hellhole he should bow to her for the bravery, melodic theme and assisting leadership she later had and done.

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

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

'' Yes Lord it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A strange ailment has broken out, many have passed. My Father of the Church the great healer has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a planetary house that they had n't forgotten their people. caption say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this office. Going to one that was harsher but much comfortably. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a mark. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the young cleaning lady said. It was so close to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the visual aspect of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a peachy multitude of those demented. Many people began to commute slowly to the hybrid cast that the feline race was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Saint Ambrose 's mouth dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the the Nazarene of these people and his own ? infernal region, add up to think of it these were his people also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

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

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

'' No I do n't guess resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a resistance, although I am diffident 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 eyes got encompassing as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to reelect it unharmed. ''

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

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

[ So you like her I take it ? ] came the thinking 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.

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

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

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

Again St. Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the room he heard her groan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think 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 human chassis ? ''

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

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

'' By the enceinte feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we commute ? '' They heard a panic-struck Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might receive another temporary solution to big businessman problem. '' Opening his hired hand like paw St. Ambrose showed the with child sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got huge seeing the sizing of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should help if we can position it. The oblong shape might make that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another bedroom. Reaching in, he removed two more burnt blobs of metal. Turning the necklace respective times he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the sleeping accommodation he started to flip a few replacement. Nodding again he flipped a few more watching as the power started to mount. Finally five spectons later a Brobdingnagian smile broke out on Skylos 's look.

'' 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. '' St. Ambrose told him.

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

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` in force I intend to receive out a few things. Firstly why we ca n't completely change back. ''

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

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's heart got large when he saw the readings. Shaking his header he went over everything again. Then he started a third metre still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an empty syringe Ambrose drew a small amount of his blood. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med computing machine for analysis. Again his mouth dropped open when the med information processing system confirmed what he thought though felt was unsufferable.

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

looking for at Roth 's serious boldness caused St. Ambrose to laugh longer. This of class scared Roth that St. Ambrose might birth lost his creative thinker.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Saint Ambrose turned to his friend and knight. `` I am ticket though I am so unsure. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a detailed analysis of my rake. You might think when I was a cub that outbreak of the haemorrhage paw disease ? ''

Philip Milton Roth 's heart got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember one thousand died on all worlds. If I remember justly it was your Church Father 's physician that found a remedy for it. It took mostly the unseasoned, and then suddenly struck those yesteryear adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's unacceptable ! All are resistant now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a down in the mouth look. `` To that strain yes, this is a different strain. It strike humans and our kind though you are mostly resistant to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Roth were all staring at him.

'' time lag, you said WE are mostly immune. father are you dying ? '' A now worried Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the sentence I spent on earth has made me resistant to this strain also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my scheme destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the same profligate type I am. I am dingy I am going to have to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

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

Gwayne, Gregor, and Dylan Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn sure Bob Hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' St. Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Philip 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 cause to disembowel a bit of blood from myself to mend all of you. I have to sort out the blood cells and blood platelet 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 ride out like this rather than be a test victim ! '' Thomas growled. `` Already got enough painful sensation as it is, ca n't hold my steel or engagement ! ''

Ambrose 's side screwed up into a frown as he crossed the room in little time grabbing doubting Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the dedication you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your succeeding words for I will not hesitate to tear your neck as light as a twig ! ''

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

press Thomas into the bulk fountainhead Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

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

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

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

St. Ambrose look at the med information processing system 's recital and shook his head word no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My rakehell is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

'' No More than I my friend. '' Ambrose said with a grinning.

A mo later a disturbed Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her paws on her articulatio coxae she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleansing or eating. ''

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

'' I was worried I would lose you, copulate, '' Wrena said. Then her face turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to train another mate. I think I will campaign to keep you ! ''

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

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

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


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

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

Searching through his memories Saint Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you get a line me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a weak answer.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an activated Ambrose. `` We have discovered a therapeutic for that which is killing your multitude. You said your Padre is a cracking healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can initiate to heal as many as possible. I only have plenty right now for xxx three the great unwashed after you and your father. ] St. Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

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

[ Good, we 'll be waiting please say him zippo. ] St. Ambrose replied.

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

drift back to the ship they had to avoid what appeared to be a patrol. Though St. 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 person 's voice, followed by Timora 's

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

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped assailable when he saw the over half immerse ship. Then four cat citizenry like tool stepped out of the tincture. Pulling his daughter behind him he quieted her as she started to protest.

Pulling his tongue the man threatened as he tried to back away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will oppose my girl to the death !

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

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own foiling at the end of the masses weighing on him. `` We know aught of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud strong people very smart, far smarter than any other around. Your citizenry and mine are related somewhat. It is this family relationship that we wish to extend to you. To lay aside all of you. '' St. Ambrose said keeping a safe distance from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to collapse, Timora screaming as she tried to hold her founder up. Ambrose was there in a newsflash lowering the man to the priming coat.

'' NO ! Fatherhood ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, Creator sir. Please save my father. He is all I have left, please ! ''

Ambrose looked at the Andrew D. White faced man seeing the fever that was starting to ramp through his body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help oneself hold him down. ''

lottery four unit of measurement of plasma St. Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a quarter specton later the man 's body started to convulse threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's body finally stilled then the respiration settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no mansion of the illness. Are you sure master sir ? '' Timora asked more vex for her Padre than herself.

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a to the full two spectons when she started to thresh. Letting loose an ear splitting screech then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her Church 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 adjacent to him. `` I have to ... ''

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

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

Oh shit St. Ambrose thought, here we go again .