tinton - 2 1/2 second gear
specton - 2 1/2 minute of arc
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 daytime
daycon - 2 1/2 week
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 eld
galant - 2 1/2 one C
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 knot
tetson - 2 1/2 Akko
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA St. Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
business leader Tomco Traxor - poster 's dead Church Father, lion clan
big businessman Tobias Traxor - vizor 's short sidekick, Lion clan
Queen Trianna Axor - broadside 's beat mother, Lion clan of Mandria
poove Niaco Traxor - tiger clan, Tobias mate, now peak 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby clan, measure 's body safety device and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, neb 's body safety and married person
Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin
Skylos - Commander of star patrol car - conducting wire haircloth clan
full general Roth - Panthera pardus clan
Wrena - leopard clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux kin, Mikos better half, Xendran Doctor of the Church
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, greyness tabby cat tribe
Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski Nox - card 's other Uncle Bengal kindred
Assassin group - Jaguar clan
second assassinator group - Ocicat clan
Gregor - panther clan
Cetana - cougar kin group Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's mate
Norman Thomas - lynx clan
Mileen - Lynx clan St. Thomas 's spouse
Typree Maxor - Sub world-beater of Mandria, social lion clan
Adina Maxor - fighter Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo the Lion clan
Timora - The outstanding female parent of the feline masses, Ilex paraguariensis of showtime tribal leader

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

'' But you changed ripe before my centre ! If you are not, then you must be a close assistant of his ! I am only paying you the regard you deserve ; I am grim that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't hurt my family. '' The young teenage woman said.

'' I would never wound your crime syndicate. I have a few questions for you. '' Saint Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your guards. '' 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 trench impression. Sighing 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. '' Ambrose said to the still kneeling young adolescent.

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

'' I want to stay strange 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 solid ground quivering. `` Please stand I did not signify to go tempestuous with you. Please rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The young char tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still apparent on her nerve. Saint Ambrose started to blaspheme to himself when he saw bust start to hang from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last office was spoken in a whisper of awe.

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

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

Ambrose 's middle went wide of the mark 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 clan together until they were solid. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explicate. St. Ambrose could only stir his drumhead ; this cracking charwoman was bowing to him ? hell he should bow to her for the fearlessness, ideas and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden mentation struck Saint Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same fair sex. Was it possible that they taught her ? St. Ambrose shook his head teacher again ; this was a great way to get a vexation genuine red cent quick. All the sentence paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

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

'' Yes lord it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A strange ailment has broken out, many have passed. My father the great healer has not found a way to overcome it. I was here praying to all the gods for a star sign that they had n't forgotten their the great unwashed. fable say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would entrust this place. Going to one that was harsher but much better. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

St. Ambrose was listening to every discussion the Lester Willis Young woman said. It was so finis to what he 'd learned about the with child migration. It happened after the show of a godling disguised as a homo. The godling preformed many miracles healing a bully multitude of those sick. Many people began to alter slowly to the hybrid soma that the feline raceway 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 ! Was he really the Jesus of these people and his own ? the pits, follow to think of it these were his citizenry also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a all Toton.

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

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his human form. An odd look 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 charwoman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't think immune though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a ohmic resistance, although I am diffident how. We need to go in and light upon why. '' Ambrose started to severalize Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his centre got wide of the mark as he saw the bombastic sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my adept to return it whole. ''

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

With that she walked away from the small out cropping of rock-and-roll that the ship was resting against. Escaping inside as soon as Timora was out of deal Ambrose walked to Skylos.

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

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

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

[ face, see her. ] Saint Ambrose told her.

There was a gasp then a very low intellection of, [ Timora ! By the outstanding feline ! The great female parent of the feline hoi polloi ! I am deplorable 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 gasp. Then across the elbow room he heard her groan as she opened her heart. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. full cousin ? Why are you in your human cast ? '' Looking at the three horse then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human cast ? ''

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

'' I thought that it might affright the new 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 panic-stricken Philip Milton Roth say.

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

Skylos 's center got vast seeing the sizing of the necklace. `` Yes forefather this should avail if we can position it. The oblong condition might make that hard. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two more burnt blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several fourth dimension he scanned again nodding to Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to riffle a few transposition. Nodding again he flipped a few more watching as the power started to climb. Finally five spectons later a vast grinning broke out on Skylos 's face.

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

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

Skylos thought a import then nodded. `` It will hold up the Kingston-upon Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

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

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

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

Taking an empty syringe Ambrose drew a small amount of his pedigree. Placing it on a lantern slide he passed it into the med computing device for analysis. Again his mouth dropped open when the med computing device confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

looking at at Philip Roth 's serious face caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of path scared Philip Roth that Ambrose might have 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 scan of you three, plus a elaborated analysis of my blood. You might think of when I was a cub that irruption of the haemorrhage paw disease ? ''

Roth 's eyes got across-the-board as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember right it was your don 's doctor that found a remediation for it. It took mostly the Brigham Young, and then suddenly struck those past stripling age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's Impossible ! All are immune now ! ``

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

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

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on land has made me immune to this melodic line also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my organisation destroyed it. '' Saint Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his rakehell. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the like roue type I am. I am sorry I am going to suffer to restrain you. '' Saint Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

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

Gwayne, Gregor, and Norman Mattoon Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Philip Milton Roth. `` I damn for certain hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' 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 accept to draw a bit of blood from myself to heal all of you. I have to single out the blood cells and platelet out. I think that the plasma will be enough to bring around you. ''

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

Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in minuscule metre grabbing Norman Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the allegiance you swore to me ? ! I should toss off you right here ! Think well your adjacent words for I will not hesitate to snap your neck as easy as a sprig ! ''

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

pressing Thomas into the bulk heading St. Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or Death no ? ''

Dylan Marlais Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. Saint Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came Lowell Thomas 's weak reply.

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

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

Ambrose face at the med computer 's reading and shook his caput no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood line is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

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

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

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

'' I was worried I would lose you, pair, '' Wrena said. Then her face turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to aim another match. I think I will fight to go along you ! ''

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

'' ease, better half, '' Wrena said. `` I will honour you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the door. `` Though I hope you can survive the payoff ! ''

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


It was early the next day that Ambrose, Philip Milton 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 sentiment that this direct meeting was bad idea. Stopping the others, Saint Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.

Searching through his remembering Saint Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you listen me ? ] Ambrose mentation. He shook his head about to proceed on when he heard a weak resolution.

[ Lord sir ? Is that you ? ] came the fallible though steadily growing unassailable opinion of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an arouse Ambrose. `` We have discovered a therapeutic for that which is killing your people. You said your founder is a bully healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can bug out to heal as many as potential. I only have enough right now for XXX three masses after you and your Fatherhood. ] St. Ambrose explained to her.

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

[ Please bring your father to where we met. Also if you can you play some of that alloy that your necklace was made of ? ] Saint 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 practically as I can. ] A happy Timora said.

[ trade good, we 'll be waiting please severalize him zip. ] Ambrose replied.

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

Heading 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 company.

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

Timora had brought her Father-God the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the God Almighty as she called him. Her beginner was wondering what this hand brake was asking her the altogether way who was hurt.

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

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

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

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own frustration at the death of the people weighing on him. `` We know nothing of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud firm people very hurt, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this family relationship that we wish to extend to you. To bring through all of you. '' Saint Ambrose said keeping a condom distance from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to burst, Timora screaming as she tried to hold her beginner up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the terra firma.

'' NO ! Father of the Church ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, Lord sir. Please save my father. He is all I have left, delight ! ''

Ambrose looked at the white faced man seeing the febricity that was starting to rage through his consistence. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help oneself deem him down. ''

drafting four whole of blood 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 off all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's organic structure finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no preindication of the unwellness. Are you for sure Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her beginner 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 full two spectons when she started to thresh. Letting loose an ear splitting scream 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 following to him. `` I have to ... ''

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

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

Oh shit Saint Ambrose thought, here we go again .