tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 proceedings
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 mean solar day
daycon - 2 1/2 week
Malant - 2 1/2 month
quant - 2 1/2 yr
galant - 2 1/2 one C
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 Swedish mile
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

Bill Axor ( AKA St. Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
big businessman Tomco Traxor - Bill 's deadened founding father, Lion clan
queen Tobias Traxor - Bill 's dead sidekick, Leo the Lion clan
king Trianna Axor - poster 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
poove Niaco Traxor - tiger kindred, Tobias better half, now measure 's
Twitty Glax - Zane Grey tabby tribe, bill 's torso guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's body guard and partner
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - Commander of sensation prowl car - Wire hair kindred
superior general Roth - leopard kin
Wrena - leopard kinship group, Philip Milton Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos fellow, Xendran Doctor of the Church
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, gray Tabby kin group
Conrad Nox - Bill 's early Uncle Bengal tribe
Assassin chemical group - Felis onca clan
endorse assassin radical - Ocicat clan
Gregor - puma kin group
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's Paraguay tea
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - lynx clan
Mileen - lynx clan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, king of beasts clan
Timora - The nifty female parent of the feline people, mate of first tribal loss leader

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St. Ambrose could only stare at the offspring cleaning lady 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 anguish my family. '' The new teen woman said.

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

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help oneself you and your sentry go. '' The young woman spoke in low whole tone.

Saint Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be harder than he thought. These people had an obviously rich notion. Sighing Saint Ambrose again tried to raise the young woman 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 St. Ambrose held up his hand. `` Sir it is forbidden. I ... ''

'' I want to continue unknown for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't name me that again. '' Ambrose said a minuscule more forcibly, and then cringed when the young woman fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not signify to sound angry with you. Please boost so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The Pres Young woman tentatively looked up at Saint Ambrose with fear still unmistakable on her look. Ambrose started to excommunicate to himself when he saw tears start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guard sir. '' The last part was spoken in a rustle of awe.

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

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

Ambrose 's eyes went all-embracing as he looked at the stricken faces of his horse. Timora ! ? She was the offset wife of the trial leader, and the one that held the tribe together until they were firm. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. Ambrose could only shake his brain ; this keen woman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the bravery, ideas and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden thought struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Same woman. Was it potential that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a great way to get a concern real hoot quick. All the meter 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 response.

'' 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 vote out it. I was here praying to all the divinity for a sign that they had n't forgotten their the great unwashed. Legends say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this blank space. Going to one that was harsher but much skillful. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

St. Ambrose was listening to every password the young woman said. It was so close to what he 'd learned about the big migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great multitude of those sick. Many people began to switch slowly to the intercrossed 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 backtalk dropped agape love, what in the hell ! Was he really the rescuer of these masses and his own ? Hell, occur to recollect of it these were his people 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 release of control ? ''

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his man form. An odd look crossed his face then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's unusual I felt it at first then after we started to dig the immature woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Philip Roth asked.

'' No I do n't suppose immune though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a resistance, although I am diffident how. We need to go in and discover why. '' Ambrose started to recount Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eyes got wide-cut as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my outflank to hark back it unhurt. ''

Bowing she took the sun physical body off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine lord. 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 tilt 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 cerebration of Adina.

[ Of course ! 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 eyes out ! ] growled Adina 's opinion.

[ flavor, 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 feline hoi polloi ! I am sorry St. Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my horse saved her aliveness. ] Laughing a moment 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 moan as she opened her eye. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. cousin-german ? Why are you in your man chassis ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to St. Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your man 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 untried female person away. We just have n't changed back. '' Ambrose said as he started to switch then stopped halfway through !

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

Ambrose nodded his school principal then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might birth another temporary solution to ability problem. '' Opening his deal like paw Saint Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got huge seeing the sizing of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should help if we can place it. The oblong figure might score that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another sleeping room. Reaching in, he removed two Sir Thomas More burnt blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several times he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to riff a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few Thomas More watching as the power started to climb. Finally five spectons later a Brobdingnagian grinning broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty eight percent power. That might be enough to get the Kingston-upon Hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few arrangement repaired also. '' Skylos said.

'' bequeath 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 stay the Cordell Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

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

Skylos nodded as he watched Ambrose walk into the med bay that was already occupied by 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 eyes got large when he saw the interpretation. Shaking his head he went over everything again. Then he started a third clock time still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an vacuous syringe Ambrose drew a pocket-size amount of his line of descent. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med information processing system for analysis. Again his mouth dropped exposed when the med computing machine confirmed what he thought though felt was inconceivable.

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

looking for at Philip Roth 's unplayful face caused Saint Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course of action scared Roth that Ambrose might have lost his mind.

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

Roth 's eyes got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember right it was your father 's doctor that found a remediation for it. It took mostly the Danton True Young, and then suddenly struck those retiring 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 spirit. `` To that tenor yes, this is a dissimilar strain. It ten-strike humanity and our kind though you are mostly immune to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Roth were all staring at him.

'' Wait, you said WE are mostly resistant. forefather are you dying ? '' A now vex Philip Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on worldly concern has made me resistant to this nisus also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his blood line. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my supporter. You are the Sami blood type I am. I am sorry I am going to bear to constrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

'' I am not afraid father, as I said I will lay down my life for you. '' Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the rake. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his eyes flew wide as he started to holler ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and forth between both forms with Ambrose barely able-bodied to hold him still.

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

'' Almost, '' Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Philip 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 possess to draw a bit of blood line from myself to cure all of you. I have to divide the blood cells and platelets out. I think that the blood plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

'' You think ! forefather not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather appease like this rather than be a mental testing victim ! '' Saint Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold my steel or engagement ! ''

St. Ambrose 's look screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in minuscule fourth dimension grabbing Thomas by the pharynx. `` You wish to refuse the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your next language for I will not hesitate to click your cervix as well-situated as a twig ! ''

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

pressure Thomas the doubting Apostle into the bulk head Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or Death no ? ''

Dylan Thomas dropped his eyes to the trading floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping St. Thomas to the floor in a wad. `` Thank you sire, '' came Lowell Jackson Thomas 's weak answer.

St. Ambrose helped Dylan Marlais 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 groan a moment later drew Ambrose to Roth. Looking around 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 ? ''

Ambrose look at the med computer 's interpretation and shook his capitulum no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My pedigree is still destroying the quietus of the disease. ''

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

'' No Sir Thomas More than I my friend. '' St. Ambrose said with a grinning.

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

'' It is thoroughly 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 train another mate. I think I will fight down to keep you ! ''

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

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

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


It was early the following 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 Ambrose thought that this manoeuver 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 Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you try me ? ] Ambrose view. He shook his head about to locomote on when he heard a washy answer.

[ Lord sir ? Is that you ? ] came the frail though steadily growing secure thoughts of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your father is a not bad healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can part to heal as many as possible. I only have enough right field now for 30 three the great unwashed after you and your Father of the Church. ] Saint Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

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

[ Good, we 'll be waiting delight tell him nothing. ] St. Ambrose replied.

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

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 company.

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

Timora had brought her Church Father the long way. She kept the out cropping of stone between them and the lord as she called him. Her founder was wondering what this emergency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

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

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

St. Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your people any injury. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to afford 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 nothing of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a gallant inviolable hoi polloi very smart, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to extend to you. To hold open all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a safe 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 curb her Father up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the primer.

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

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

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

Sighing 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 curative into you also. ''

'' I have had no signs of the illness. Are you sure Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more disquieted for her father than herself.

'' Yes I am afraid so. Please lay here so we can jump. '' Ambrose told her. Nodding she laid down readying herself.

Nodding to the others Saint Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full-of-the-moon two spectons when she started to thresh about. Letting at large an ear splitting scream then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her Father of the Church.

The man groaned before St. 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 spell longer, '' Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's pectus.

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

Oh shit St. Ambrose thought, here we go again .