tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minute
Toton - 2 1/2 60 minutes
minton - 2 1/2 Clarence Day
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 yr
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 Accho
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

card Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion kindred, Cit-Chac-Coh
male monarch Tomco Traxor - billhook 's stagnant founding father, Lion kinship group
male monarch Tobias Traxor - banker's bill 's dead brother, Lion clan
poove Trianna Axor - placard 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
king Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now visor 's
Twitty Glax - Zane Grey Tabby clan, bill 's torso sentry duty and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal tribe, beak 's trunk guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - commanding officer of star cruiser - conducting wire hair kindred
General Roth - leopard clan
Wrena - leopard clan, Philip Roth 's married woman
Henna Glac - Chartreux kin, Mikos Paraguay tea, Xendran physician
Theta Panadon - cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Zane Grey Tabby clan
Conrad Nox - Bill 's other Uncle Bengal clan
bravo group - Jaguar tribe
second assassinator radical - Ocicat clan
Gregor - Cougar clan
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - catamount clan
Dawney - Panthera onca kindred Gwayne 's mate
Dylan Marlais Thomas - lynx kin
Mileen - catamount clan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, lion kinship group
Adina Maxor - champion Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion clan
Timora - The great female parent of the feline people, Ilex paraguariensis of first tribal leader

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St. Ambrose could only stare at the Brigham 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 right before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close 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 offend my phratry. '' The young teen woman said.

'' I would never hurt your household. I have a few doubt for you. '' Ambrose stated.

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

St. Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be operose than he thought. These multitude had an obviously bass impression. Sighing Ambrose again tried to call forth the Whitney Young womanhood off the ground.

'' Please stand so I may ask you. I do not like talking to you as if you are cipher. '' St. Ambrose said to the still kneeling young teen.

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

'' I want to stay unknown for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call me that again. '' Ambrose said a little to a greater extent forcibly, and then cringed when the young woman fell to the land shaking. `` Please stand up I did not mean to vocalise wild with you. please rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The young womanhood tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still ostensible on her nerve. Saint Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw split start to come from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last part was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a suspiration, `` commencement what is your name ? I wish to call you by it and not untried woman. ''

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

Ambrose 's heart went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the get-go wife of the test leader, and the one that held the tribe together until they were stronger. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could excuse. Ambrose could only stimulate his headland ; this dandy cleaning lady was bowing to him ? infernal region he should bow to her for the bravery, musical theme and assisting leadership she later had and done.

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

'' My second question Whitney 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 fill up to abandoning it. A foreign ailment has broken out, many have passed. My father the great healer has not found a way to vote down 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 depart this place. Going to one that was harsher but much unspoilt. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the young woman said. It was so close to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the show of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great multitude of those unhinged. Many the great unwashed began to change slowly to the hybrid anatomy 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 oral fissure dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the saviour of these people and his own ? Hell, fall 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 at at Roth St. 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 brass then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's strange I felt it at world-class then after we started to dig the Cy Young fair sex out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

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

Bowing she took the sun bod off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine Divine. I live to serve 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 sway 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 ? ] Saint Ambrose replied.

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

[ Look, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

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

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

Again Saint Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the way he heard her moan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might recall that. 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 being form ? ''

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

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

'' By the majuscule feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we transfer ? '' They heard a panicky Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his drumhead then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might get another temporary solution to big businessman problem. '' Opening his paw like paw Ambrose showed the enceinte sun necklace.

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

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two Sir Thomas More burn off blobs of metallic element. Turning the necklace several fourth dimension he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the bedchamber he started to flick a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few more watching as the baron started to climb. Finally five spectons later a huge smile broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty eight percent power. That might be enough to get the Cordell Hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few system of rules repaired also. '' Skylos said.

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

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

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

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

It was almost a toton later that St. Ambrose 's heart got bombastic when he saw the readings. Shaking his chief 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 measure of his bloodline. Placing it on a coast he passed it into the med computer for analysis. Again his mouth dropped overt when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

Looking at Roth 's grievous face caused Saint Ambrose to laugh longer. This of line scared Philip Milton Roth that Ambrose might have lost his idea.

Suddenly quelling his laugh Ambrose turned to his Friend and knight. `` I am fine though I am so unsure. I just finished with scans of you three, plus a detailed analysis of my ancestry. You might remember when I was a cub that irruption of the haemorrhage paw disease ? ''

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

St. Ambrose nodded with a grim flavor. `` To that striving yes, this is a dissimilar strain. It strike homo and our sort though you are mostly immune to it. '' St. Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Roth were all staring at him.

'' wait, you said WE are mostly resistant. Sire are you dying ? '' A now vex Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the metre I spent on solid ground has made me immune to this strain also. fountainhead I am now. It just took a bit before my organization destroyed it. '' Saint Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to offend my champion. You are the same roue type I am. I am grim I am going to have to cumber you. '' St. Ambrose said as he tightened the control.

'' I am not afraid forefather, as I said I will lay down my liveliness for you. '' Roth said. St. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the descent. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his eyes flew blanket as he started to scream ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and forth between both contour with Ambrose barely able-bodied to obtain him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn certain 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 ventilation 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 line from myself to heal all of you. I have to separate the blood cells and thrombocyte out. I think that the blood plasma will be enough to bring around you. ''

'' You think ! Sire not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather stick like this rather than be a mental testing victim ! '' Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold up my sword or scrap ! ''

Ambrose 's brass screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the way in trivial metre grabbing Thomas the doubting Apostle by the throat. `` You wish to traverse the trueness you swore to me ? ! I should vote out you right here ! Think well your next words for I will not waver to snap your neck as well-heeled as a twig ! ''

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

press Thomas into the bulk head St. Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or demise no ? ''

doubting Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping Norman Thomas to the storey in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came 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 tolerate traitors. ''

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

Ambrose looking at at the med estimator 's indication and stir his head no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My ancestry is still destroying the residuum of the disease. ''

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

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

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

'' It is good 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, mate, '' Wrena said. Then her face turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to civilise another married person. I think I will fight to keep you ! ''

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

'' rest, mate, '' Wrena said. `` I will reinforce you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the room access. `` Though I hope you can survive the reward ! ''

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


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

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

Searching through his memories Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you get a line me ? ] Ambrose opinion. He shook his brain about to move on when he heard a unaccented solvent.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your forefather is a great healer ? We need to yield this to him, so he can start to heal as many as possible. I only have enough right wing now for 30 three citizenry after you and your Father of the Church. ] St. Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

[ Yes lord 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 nothing. ] Ambrose replied.

[ I will do as you ask Maker sir. ] Timora thought. Nodding Saint Ambrose broke off the communicating.

Heading back to the ship they had to avoid 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 pace. Then they heard an adult male 's voice, followed by Timora 's

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

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

Pulling his tongue 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 death !

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 grant it to you, that you might heal them. ''

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

'' You are a proud strong people very smart, far smarter than any early around. Your hoi polloi and mine are related somewhat. It is this affinity that we wish to widen to you. To write all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a secure space 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 Padre up. Saint Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the basis.

'' NO ! beginner ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, Lord sir. Please spare my begetter. He is all I have left, please ! ''

Ambrose looked at the Edward Douglas White Jr. present man seeing the febrility that was starting to rage through his body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help defend him down. ''

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

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

'' I have had no mark of the sickness. Are you sure nobleman sir ? '' Timora asked more concern for her father 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 Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting unaffixed an ear splitting shriek then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her Padre.

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

'' You became feverish passing out. '' Saint 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 phase. The man 's eyes flew encompassing as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Saint Ambrose thought, here we go again .