tinton - 2 1/2 secondment
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 workweek
Malant - 2 1/2 month
quant - 2 1/2 days
galant - 2 1/2 C
Metson - 2 1/2 inch
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 Swedish mile
tetson - 2 1/2 estate
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

beak Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - king of beasts kinship group, Cit-Chac-Coh
B. B. King Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, king of beasts clan
magnate Tobias Traxor - Bill 's stagnant brother, Lion kin
world-beater Trianna Axor - flyer 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
fag Niaco Traxor - Tiger tribe, Tobias mate, now banker's bill 's
Twitty Glax - Lady Jane Grey Tabby kin group, bill 's body guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's body guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux tribe
Skylos - air force officer of asterisk cruiser - Wire hair kindred
General Roth - Panthera pardus clan
Wrena - leopard kinship group, Philip Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Acinonyx jubatus kin
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Grey Tabby kinship group
Conrad Nox - Bill 's other Uncle Bengal tribe
Assassin radical - Jaguar clan
second assassin group - Ocicat kin group
Gregor - Cougar clan
Cetana - puma tribe Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - cougar kindred
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's fellow
Dylan Marlais Thomas - lynx tribe
Mileen - lynx clan Seth Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub big businessman of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - hero Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Panthera leo clan
Timora - The great mother of the feline people, mate of first tribal leader

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

'' But you changed correctly before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close helper of his ! I am only paying you the esteem you deserve ; I am sad that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't hurt my kinsfolk. '' The young teen woman said.

'' I would never wound your family. I have a few questions for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your safeguard. '' The young woman spoke in low tones.

Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be harder than he thought. These people had an obviously cryptical impression. Sighing Saint Ambrose again tried to raise the Young woman off the undercoat.

'' 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 teenager.

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

'' I want to remain stranger for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't forebode me that again. '' Ambrose said a piffling more forcibly, and then cringed when the Edward Young woman fell to the ground trembling. `` Please digest I did not mean to sound angry with you. delight rise so I may ask you a few question. ''

The Young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still patent on her face. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw tear start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last character was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` First what is your name ? I wish to shout you by it and not Lester Willis Young fair sex. ''

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

Ambrose 's optic went widely as he looked at the struck faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the firstly married woman of the visitation drawing card, and the one that held the kinship group together until they were potent. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could excuse. Saint Ambrose could only sway his head ; this large cleaning woman was bowing to him ? the pits he should bow to her for the fearlessness, ideas and assisting leaders she later had and done.

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

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

'' Yes noble it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A strange ill has broken out, many have passed. My beginner the great healer has not found a way to vote out it. I was here praying to all the deity for a sign that they had n't forgotten their hoi polloi. legend say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this lieu. Going to one that was harsher but much considerably. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every password the Lester Willis Young woman said. It was so closely to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human being. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great multitude of those disturbed. Many people began to change slowly to the hybrid form 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 mouth dropped agape, what in the hell on earth ! Was he really the Jesus of these people and his own ? blaze, come to think of it these were his mass also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

looking for at Roth Saint Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any red ink of ascendance ? ''

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his human form. An odd flavor crossed his expression then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the big feline ! It 's foreign I felt it at foremost then after we started to dig the young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't opine immune though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a resistor, although I am incertain how. We need to go in and discover why. '' Ambrose started to state Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eyes got wide as he saw the turgid sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my better to rejoin it unharmed. ''

obeisance she took the sun human body off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine lord. I live to help you and Cit-Chac-Coh. If you need my aid I will be here as soon as I can lord. ``

With that she walked away from the small out cropping of rock candy 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 thoughts of Adina.

[ Of line ! 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 eyes out ! ] growled Adina 's sentiment.

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

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

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

Again Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the room he heard her groan as she opened her optic. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. first cousin ? Why are you in your human form ? '' Looking at the three horse then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human form ? ''

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

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

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

Ambrose nodded his drumhead then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might have another temp root to power job. '' Opening his deal like paw Saint Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's oculus got immense seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should help if we can stance it. The oblong shape might form that difficult. ''

Going to engine room Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another sleeping room. Reaching in, he removed two more burnt-out blobs of metallic element. Turning the necklace several fourth dimension he scanned again nodding to Saint Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to flicker a few transposition. Nodding again he flipped a few more observance as the tycoon started to climb. Finally five spectons later a huge grinning broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost 50 eight percent great 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 retard the Isaac Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` respectable I intend to find out a few matter. 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 Norman Thomas, Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them Ambrose started a scan of their bodies.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's oculus got declamatory when he saw the recitation. Shaking his head he went over everything again. Then he started a third time 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 information processing system for psychoanalysis. Again his mouth dropped surface when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

looking at Roth 's serious face caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course scared Philip Roth that St. Ambrose might deliver lost his head.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Ambrose turned to his friend and knight. `` I am alright though I am so incertain. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a detailed analysis of my blood. You might think when I was a cub that irruption of the hemorrhage paw disease ? ''

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

Ambrose nodded with a drab face. `` To that mental strain yes, this is a different strain. It strike humans and our variety though you are mostly immune to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Milton Roth were all staring at him.

'' waiting, you said WE are mostly resistant. Sire are you dying ? '' A now disturbed Philip Milton Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the metre I spent on earth has made me resistant to this air also. well I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 social unit full of his lineage. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my Friend. You are the Saame blood type I am. I am dingy I am going to sustain to keep back you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the constraint.

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

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

'' Almost, '' 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 draw a bit of blood from myself to bring around all of you. I have to separate the descent cells and thrombocyte out. I think that the plasm 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 test victim ! '' St. Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't oblige my sword or fight ! ''

Ambrose 's nerve screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the way in little time grabbing Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the trueness you swore to me ? ! I should toss off you right here ! Think well your future words for I will not hesitate to snap your neck opening as slow as a twig ! ''

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

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

Dylan Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping Norman Mattoon Thomas to the floor in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came Thomas 's watery reply.

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

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

Saint Ambrose look at the med computer 's indication and shook his header no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

'' No more than I my friend. '' Saint Ambrose said with a smile.

A instant later a care Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her hand on her hip she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleaning or eating. ''

'' It is good to see you also mate. '' Philip Milton Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her expression 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 train another mate. I think I will defend to hold you ! ''

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

'' relief, Ilex paraguariensis, '' 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 wages ! ''

'' Ah ! If I was young I might be afraid, now I relish the challenge ! '' Philip Milton 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 closer they got the more Saint Ambrose thinking that this point group 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 retention St. Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to motivate on when he heard a faint answer.

[ Lord sir ? Is that you ? ] came the weak though steadily growing stiff sentiment of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Saint Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your forefather is a with child healer ? We need to impart this to him, so he can protrude to heal as many as potential. I only have enough rightfulness now for thirty three the great unwashed after you and your father. ] Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

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

[ Good, we 'll be waiting please evidence him nothing. ] St. Ambrose replied.

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

Heading back to the ship they had to ward off 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 grownup male 's voice, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her Father-God the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock-and-roll between them and the lord as she called him. Her begetter was wondering what this exigency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped subject when he saw the over half sink ship. Then four cat people like fauna stepped out of the shadows. Pulling his daughter behind him he quieted her as she started to dissent.

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

St. Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your multitude any trauma. 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 frustration at the destruction of the multitude weighing on him. `` We know nil of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud strong people very smart, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this affinity that we wish to extend to you. To spare all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a condom space from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to tumble, Timora screaming as she tried to arrest her beginner up. 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 Father-God. He is all I have left, please ! ''

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

Drawing four units 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 physical structure finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no house of the sickness. Are you sure Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her Padre 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 St. Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting loose an ear splitting riot then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her founder.

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

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

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

'' Lay there a while longer, '' Saint 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 eyes flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .