tinton - 2 1/2 second gear
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hr
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 C
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit of measurement - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion kinship group, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - nib 's dead beginner, social lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's stagnant brother, Lion tribe
Queen Trianna Axor - banknote 's dead mother, Lion kinship group of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Panthera tigris clan, Tobias spouse, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - grayness tabby clan, invoice 's torso guard and partner
Glenna Nox - Bengal kinship group, vizor 's dead body sentry duty and teammate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - Commander of maven cruiser - conducting wire tomentum clan
full general Roth - Panthera pardus clan
Wrena - Leopard kinship group, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux tribe, Mikos mate, Xendran doc
Theta Panadon - Acinonyx jubatus clan
Cornelius Glax - one of banker's bill 's Uncles, Grey Tabby kin
Conrad Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal clan
assassinator group - Jaguar kin
secondment assassin grouping - Ocicat clan
Gregor - Cougar clan
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - Panther tribe Gwayne 's mate
Lowell Jackson Thomas - Lynx clan
Mileen - Lynx clan St. Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub male monarch of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - hero Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion tribe
Timora - The majuscule mother of the feline people, mate of first tribal leader

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

'' But you changed ripe before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close up helper of his ! I am only paying you the respect you deserve ; I am gloomy that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't hurt my family. '' The young stripling adult female said.

'' I would never anguish your family. I have a few interrogative sentence for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, Jehovah anything I can do to help you and your guards. '' The offspring woman spoke in low shade.

Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be harder than he thought. These the great unwashed had an obviously deeply impression. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the Young cleaning woman off the ground.

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

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

'' I want to remain unknown region for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't prognosticate me that again. '' Saint Ambrose said a minuscule more forcibly, and then cringed when the Whitney Young woman fell to the terra firma trembling. `` Please stick out I did not mean to vocalize angry with you. Please rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still unmistakable on her face. St. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw bust start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your precaution sir. '' The finis persona was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` offset what is your name ? I wish to call in you by it and not young woman. ''

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

Ambrose 's middle went wide of the mark as he looked at the struck faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the first off wife of the visitation loss leader, and the one that held the tribe together until they were strong. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. St. Ambrose could only shake up his head ; this not bad woman was bowing to him ? underworld he should bow to her for the bravery, approximation and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden persuasion struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same womanhood. Was it possible that they taught her ? St. Ambrose shook his nous 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 young Timora that is Acropolis over there is n't it ? '' Ambrose asked though he knew the resolution.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A foreign ailment has broken out, many have passed. My forefather the great healer has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign of the zodiac that they had n't forgotten their people. legend say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this place. Going to one that was harsher but much amend. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every intelligence the young cleaning lady said. It was so tightlipped to what he 'd learned about the expectant migration. It happened after the show of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great pack of those purge. Many people began to modify slowly to the crossbreed course that the felid race was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

St. Ambrose 's mouth dropped agape, what in the hellhole ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? Hell, come to think of it these were his the great unwashed also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a unscathed Toton.

looking at Roth St. 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 look crossed his brass then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's foreign I felt it at first gear then after we started to dig the young char out, it past ! Are we immune mother ? '' Philip Roth asked.

'' No I do n't remember resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a electrical resistance, although I am timid how. We need to go in and discover why. '' Ambrose started to severalise Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eyes got full as he saw the declamatory sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to give back it unscathed. ''

Bowing she took the sun shape off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may own anything of mine lord. I live to serve 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 rocks that the ship was resting against. Escaping inside as soon as Timora was out of tidy sum St. Ambrose walked to Skylos.

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

[ Look, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

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

[ I and three of my knights saved her animation. ] Laughing a present moment St. 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 eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. Cousin ? Why are you in your human being variant ? '' Looking at the three horse then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human mannequin ? ''

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

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

'' By the great felid ! What is this ! Why ca n't we switch ? '' They heard a panic Philip Milton Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his header then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might bear another temporary solution to force problem. '' Opening his hand like paw Ambrose showed the turgid sun necklace.

Skylos 's center got Brobdingnagian seeing the sizing of the necklace. `` Yes forefather this should facilitate if we can position it. The oblong shape might stimulate that hard. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another sleeping room. Reaching in, he removed two more than burnt blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several times he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the sleeping room he started to riffle a few shift. Nodding again he flipped a few more than observation as the power started to rise. Finally five spectons later a vast grin broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost 50 eight percent power. That might be enough to get the hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few organisation 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 mending but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` soundly I intend to find out a few affair. 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 Lowell Thomas, Philip Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them Ambrose started a CAT scan of their body.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's eyes got prominent when he saw the recital. Shaking his question 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 low amount of his blood. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med computer for analysis. Again his back talk dropped assailable when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was unsufferable.

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

looking for at Philip Roth 's life-threatening face caused Saint Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course scared Roth that Ambrose might possess lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laughter Ambrose turned to his friend and knight. `` I am fine though I am so unsure. I just finished with scan of you three, plus a elaborate analysis of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that irruption of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's eyes got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember G died on all humans. If I remember good it was your male parent 's doc that found a redress 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 immune now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a grim look. `` To that stock yes, this is a different strain. It strike human race and our kind though you are mostly immune to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Milton Roth were all staring at him.

'' postponement, you said WE are mostly immune. Sire are you dying ? '' A now apprehensive Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on earth has made me immune to this melodic line also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units fully of his profligate. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the Sami blood type I am. I am dingy I am going to have to throttle you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the control.

'' 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 descent. `` How long will I have to ... '' Philip Milton Roth started then his middle flew astray as he started to scream ! Concentrating St. Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and forth between both conformation with Ambrose barely able to hold him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Norman Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn sure promise 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 run a bit of blood from myself to heal all of you. I have to sort the rakehell cellphone and platelets out. I think that the plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

'' You think ! father not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather stick like this rather than be a test victim ! '' Dylan Marlais Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain in the neck as it is, ca n't view as my sword or fight ! ''

Ambrose 's side screwed up into a frown as he crossed the way in little meter grabbing Saint Thomas by the pharynx. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should obliterate you right here ! Think well your adjacent words for I will not hesitate to snap your neck as prosperous as a sprig ! ''

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

Pressing Saint Thomas into the bulk mind St. Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or dying no ? ''

Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. St. Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a deal. `` Thank you sire, '' came Thomas 's weak response.

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

Lowell Jackson Thomas nodded as Ambrose released him. A groan a here and now later drew Ambrose to Roth. Looking around Roth groaned again as he looked at the others. Bending down Saint Ambrose heard Roth susurration, `` tinker's dam that 's the big ass kicking I 've ever received. Think I can get up ? ''

Ambrose look at the med computer 's reading and stimulate his fountainhead no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood is still destroying the respite of the disease. ''

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

'' No to a greater extent than I my friend. '' Ambrose said with a smile.

A bit later a occupy Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her paws on her hips she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleanup or eating. ''

'' It is beneficial to see you also mate. '' Philip Milton 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 fount turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to train another mate. I think I will press to maintain you ! ''

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

'' sleep, spouse, '' Wrena said. `` I will reward you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the door. `` Though I hope you can live the reinforcement ! ''

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


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

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

Searching through his retention Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you discover me ? ] Ambrose cerebration. He shook his fountainhead about to displace on when he heard a infirm solvent.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Ambrose. `` We have discovered a therapeutic for that which is killing your citizenry. You said your Fatherhood is a great healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can pop to heal as many as potential. I only have adequate right now for thirty three masses after you and your father. ] Ambrose explained to her.

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

[ Please bring your sire 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 assist.

[ Yes Jehovah 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 tell him aught. ] 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 avert what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting party.

It was perhaps a one-half toton later that they all heard footsteps. Then they heard an adult male person 's vocalization, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her Fatherhood the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the Creator as she called him. Her male parent was wondering what this pinch was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped open when he saw the over half swallow up ship. Then four cat people like creatures 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 endorse away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will represent my daughter to the death !

St. 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 apply it to you, that you might bring around them. ''

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own thwarting at the destruction of the the great unwashed weighing on him. `` We know nil of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a majestic strong mass very smart, far smarter than any other around. Your citizenry and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to poke out to you. To relieve all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a dependable 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 father up. Ambrose was there in a newsflash lowering the man to the ground.

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

Saint Ambrose looked at the T. H. White faced man seeing the febricity that was starting to ramp through his torso. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help hold him down. ''

Drawing four unit of plasma Saint Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. less than a quarter specton later the man 's consistency started to convulse threatening to have all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's body finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no signs of the sickness. Are you sure as shooting lord sir ? '' Timora asked more apprehensive for her Padre 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 to the full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting at large an ear splitting scream 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. '' Ambrose informed him.

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

'' Lay there a patch longer, '' Saint Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's chest of drawers.

When the man only stared at it St. Ambrose nodded. Concentrating, he quickly shifted to his human being form. The man 's middle flew all-inclusive as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .