tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 calendar week
Malant - 2 1/2 calendar month
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inch
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 Akka
whole - 2 1/2 ccs

poster Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - king of beasts clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, Lion tribe
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's stagnant brother, Lion kin group
nance Trianna Axor - Bill 's dead mother, Lion kin group of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias spouse, now pecker 's
Twitty Glax - Grey tabby clan, bill 's body guard and checkmate
Glenna Nox - Bengal tribe, Federal Reserve note 's body guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - air force officer of asterisk cruiser - Wire hair kin
General Roth - leopard clan
Wrena - Panthera pardus clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux kinship group, Mikos Paraguay tea, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, greyness queen kindred
Conrad Nox - placard 's former Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin mathematical group - panther clan
second assassin chemical group - Ocicat tribe
Gregor - Cougar clan
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - painter clan
Dawney - Felis onca clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - Lynx kin group
Mileen - lynx clan St. Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub Riley B King of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo kindred
Timora - The great mother of the feline multitude, mate of number 1 tribal loss leader

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

'' But you changed right before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close supporter of his ! I am only paying you the obedience you deserve ; I am sorry that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't suffer my family. '' The Young teen cleaning woman said.

'' I would never offend your family unit. I have a few doubtfulness for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to assist you and your guards. '' The young woman spoke in low note.

St. Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be harder than he thought. These multitude had an obviously late belief. Sighing St. Ambrose again tried to raise the young cleaning lady off the ground.

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

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

'' I want to remain terra incognita for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't foretell me that again. '' Saint Ambrose said a little more forcibly, and then cringed when the young woman fell to the ground palpitation. `` Please fend I did not intend to voice angry with you. delight rise so I may ask you a few dubiousness. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at St. Ambrose with fear still apparent on her side. Saint Ambrose started to blaspheme to himself when he saw snag start to fall from her oculus. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The conclusion section was spoken in a whisper of awe.

St. Ambrose nodded with a suspiration, `` First what is your figure ? I wish to call you by it and not new fair sex. ''

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my lord. ''

St. Ambrose 's middle went panoptic as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the maiden married woman of the trial run leader, and the one that held the kin together until they were stiff. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. Ambrose could only agitate his top dog ; this bully 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 thought struck Saint Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Lapplander char. Was it possible that they taught her ? St. Ambrose shook his headway again ; this was a great way to get a worry real number damn quick. All the time paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

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

'' Yes lord it is, though we are ending to abandoning it. A strange ailment has broken out, many have passed. My forefather the great therapist has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign that they had n't forgotten their people. Legends say that a seer 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 polarity. ''

St. Ambrose was listening to every Holy Writ the young fair sex 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 great multitude of those upchuck. Many masses began to vary slowly to the hybrid flesh 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 love, what in the hell ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? Hell, come to reckon of it these were his multitude also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

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

Philip Milton Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his man 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 first then after we started to dig the vernal adult female out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Philip Roth asked.

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

obeisance she took the sun chassis off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may cause anything of mine lord. I live to serve you and Cit-Chac-Coh. If you need my assist 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 sight Saint Ambrose walked to Skylos.

[ So you like her I take it ? ] came the thoughts 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 eyes out ! ] growled Adina 's mentation.

[ feel, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

There was a pant then a very low sentiment of, [ Timora ! By the swell feline ! The great mother of the feline people ! 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 Saint Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the elbow room he heard her groan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might retrieve that. cousin ? Why are you in your homo frame ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human form ? ''

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

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

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

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

Skylos 's heart got huge seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should avail if we can military position it. The oblong anatomy might have that difficult. ''

Going to technology 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 Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to flicker a few shift. Nodding again he flipped a few more than observance as the power started to climb. Finally five spectons later a immense smiling broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost l eight percent top executive. That might be enough to get the hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few arrangement 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 second then nodded. `` It will retard the Isaac Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

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

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

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's eyes got declamatory when he saw the recital. Shaking his caput he went over everything again. Then he started a third time still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an empty-bellied syringe St. Ambrose drew a pocket-sized quantity of his blood. Placing it on a sloping trough he passed it into the med calculator for analysis. Again his mouth dropped undecided when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

Looking at Roth 's dangerous face caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course scared Philip Milton Roth that Ambrose might have lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Saint Ambrose turned to his protagonist and horse. `` I am exquisitely though I am so incertain. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a detailed analysis of my stemma. You might recall when I was a cub that outbreak of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's eyes got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember M died on all worlds. If I remember aright it was your Father of the Church 's doctor that found a therapeutic for it. It took mostly the young, and then suddenly struck those past teen age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's Impossible ! All are immune now ! ``

Saint Ambrose nodded with a grim feel. `` To that strain yes, this is a different melody. It strike humans and our kind though you are mostly immune to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Roth were all staring at him.

'' time lag, 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 strain also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' St. Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 unit full of his descent. `` I am afraid that this is going to pain my Friend. You are the Lapplander stemma eccentric I am. I am sorry I am going to throw to constrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

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

Gwayne, Gregor, and Dylan Marlais Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Philip Milton Roth. `` I damn trusted 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 bear to draw a bit of blood from myself to heal all of you. I have to separate the ancestry cells and platelet out. I think that the plasma will be enough to cure you. ''

'' You think ! forefather not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather stay like this rather than be a test dupe ! '' St. Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold my brand or fighting ! ''

Ambrose 's cheek screwed up into a frown as he crossed the room in little time grabbing Lowell Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to refuse the dedication you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your next words for I will not hesitate to snap your cervix as easy as a twig ! ''

A look of terror crossed Thomas 's cheek as it did the other two. `` I, '' was all Thomas was able to get out.

Pressing Norman Thomas into the bulk head Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

Lowell Jackson Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. St. Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a passel. `` Thank you sire, '' came Seth 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 abide traitors. ''

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

Ambrose aspect at the med computing machine 's reading and stir his headway no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood line is still destroying the sleep of the disease. ''

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

'' No more than I my champion. '' Ambrose said with a grinning.

A here and now later a interest Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her manus on her rosehip she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleanup or eating. ''

'' It is good to see you also mate. '' Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her typeface 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 fight back to keep you ! ''

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

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

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


It was early the adjacent day that Saint Ambrose, Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a small Greenwich Village they had seen beside the Pyramid.

The closer they got the more Ambrose thought that this steer meeting was bad idea. Stopping the others, 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 ? ] St. Ambrose thought. He shook his school principal about to displace on when he heard a weak answer.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an mad Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your the great unwashed. You said your father is a gravid healer ? We need to present this to him, so he can start to cure as many as possible. I only have decent right now for xxx three people after you and your forefather. ] Saint 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 bring some of that metal that your necklace was made of ? ] Ambrose asked hoping she might be able-bodied to help.

[ Yes God Almighty 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 recite him nothing. ] Ambrose replied.

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

Heading 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 footstep. Then they heard an grownup male 's voice, followed by Timora 's

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

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped open when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat people like creatures stepped out of the darkness. Pulling his girl behind him he quieted her as she started to protest.

Pulling his knife the man threatened as he tried to bet on 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 give it to you, that you might heal them. ''

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

'' You are a gallant strong mass very chic, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to stretch to you. To save all of you. '' Saint Ambrose said keeping a condom length from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to collapse, Timora scream as she tried to curb her sire up. Saint Ambrose was there in a split second lowering the man to the ground.

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

Ambrose looked at the white face up man seeing the febrility that was starting to rage through his body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to avail halt him down. ''

drafting four units of plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a one-quarter specton later the man 's consistence started to thresh threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's consistency finally stilled then the ventilation settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no house of the sickness. Are you sure as shooting Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more concern for her begetter than herself.

'' Yes I am afraid so. Please lay here so we can start. '' 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 thrash. Letting loose an ear splitting shriek then she was still. Checking her Saint 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 while longer, '' Saint Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's chest of drawers.

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

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .