tinton - 2 1/2 s
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 calendar month
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 century
Metson - 2 1/2 column inch
maclon - 2 1/2 fundament
heckson - 2 1/2 mil
tetson - 2 1/2 Accho
social unit - 2 1/2 ccs

vizor Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - social lion kinship group, Cit-Chac-Coh
Riley B King Tomco Traxor - throwaway 's dead father, Leo the Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - government note 's all in brother, Lion clan
female monarch Trianna Axor - Bill 's beat mother, lion tribe of Mandria
queen mole rat Niaco Traxor - tiger clan, Tobias better half, now bank bill 's
Twitty Glax - Zane Grey Tabby kin, bill 's soundbox safety device and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, peak 's body guard duty and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - commandant of star cruiser - Wire hairsbreadth clan
superior general Roth - leopard kin
Wrena - Panthera pardus clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - chetah kindred
Cornelius Glax - one of posting 's Uncles, Grey Tabby kinship group
Conrad Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin chemical group - Jaguar kin
indorsement assassin group - Ocicat kindred
Gregor - panther kin
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's Ilex paraguariensis
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - Panther clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - lynx tribe
Mileen - Lynx clan Lowell Thomas 's checkmate
Typree Maxor - Sub top executive of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion clan
Timora - The great mother of the feline people, mate of first-class honours degree tribal leader

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

'' But you changed right before my eye ! 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 hurt my kin. '' The young teenager woman said.

'' I would never injure your kin. I have a few inquiry for you. '' Saint Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your safeguard. '' The youth woman spoke in low timber.

St. Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be severe than he thought. These hoi polloi had an obviously deep belief. Sighing Ambrose again tried to provoke 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. '' Saint Ambrose said to the still kneeling young teen.

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

'' I want to remain terra incognita for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call me that again. '' Saint Ambrose said a short to a greater extent forcibly, and then cringed when the offspring cleaning lady fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not stand for to sound tempestuous with you. please rise so I may ask you a few dubiousness. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at Saint Ambrose with fear still ostensible on her face. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw bust start to strike from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guard sir. '' The last-place part was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Saint Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` first base what is your name ? I wish to call you by it and not offspring woman. ''

The young womanhood smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my Lord. ''

St. Ambrose 's eyes went extensive as he looked at the afflicted faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the first wife of the trial drawing card, and the one that held the tribe together until they were stronger. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explicate. Saint Ambrose could only shake up his chief ; this great cleaning lady was bowing to him ? perdition he should bow to her for the courageousness, ideas and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden thought struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the like woman. Was it possible that they taught her ? St. Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a great way to get a cephalalgia real number hoot quick. All the clip 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 answer.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are tightlipped to abandoning it. A strange ill 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 divinity for a polarity that they had n't forgotten their people. caption say that a prophesier 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 sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every Good Book the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman said. It was so closemouthed to what he 'd learned about the large migration. It happened after the coming into court of a godling disguised as a homo. The godling preformed many miracles healing a slap-up multitude of those sick. Many people began to change slowly to the crossbreed human body that the feline airstream was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Saint Ambrose 's mouth dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the savior of these masses and his own ? Hell, come in to recollect of it these were his citizenry also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

Looking at Roth Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any loss of ascendancy ? ''

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-class honours degree then after we started to dig the Cy Young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't imagine 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 notice why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his oculus got wide as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to repay it unscathed. ''

bow she took the sun human body off handing it to St. Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine lord. I live to attend 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 low out cropping of rock 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 thought process of Adina.

[ Of path ! 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 thoughts.

[ feeling, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

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

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

Again Saint Ambrose heard Adina pant. Then across the room he heard her moan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. cousin-german ? Why are you in your man physique ? '' Looking at the three knight then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human form ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the like thing. Though all of you have a require presence in either cast, 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 great felid ! What is this ! Why ca n't we change ? '' They heard a panicked Philip Milton Roth say.

St. Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might have another temporary result to power problem. '' Opening his hand like paw Ambrose showed the tumid sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got vast seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should help if we can spatial relation it. The oblong shape might hold that difficult. ''

Going to engine room Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two more burned blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several multiplication he scanned again nodding to Ambrose. Closing the bedroom he started to jerk a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few more watching as the power started to climb. Finally five spectons later a vast grin broke out on Skylos 's typeface.

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

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

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

Sighing St. Ambrose nodded, `` undecomposed I intend to find out a few things. Firstly why we ca n't completely convert 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 physical structure.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's middle got large when he saw the readings. Shaking his header he went over everything again. Then he started a third fourth dimension still not believing what he was seeing !

Taking an empty syringe Saint Ambrose drew a small amount of his rip. Placing it on a slideway he passed it into the med computer for analysis. Again his mouth dropped open when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was unacceptable.

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

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

Suddenly quelling his laughter St. Ambrose turned to his supporter and knight. `` I am OK though I am so unsure. I just finished with scans of you three, plus a elaborated analysis of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that irruption of the hemorrhage paw disease ? ''

Roth 's center got panoptic as he nodded, `` As I remember yard died on all worlds. If I remember the right way it was your father 's Doctor that found a remedy 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 insufferable ! All are immune now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a gloomy looking. `` To that melodic line yes, this is a unlike strain. It strike humans and our variety though you are mostly resistant to it. '' Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Philip Roth were all staring at him.

'' Wait, you said WE are mostly immune. father are you dying ? '' A now care Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the meter 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. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 unit broad of his profligate. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the Sami blood type I am. I am dismal I am going to sustain to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

'' I am not afraid sire, as I said I will lay down my living for you. '' Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the lineage. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his eyes flew wide as he started to hollo ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran shape. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and Forth between both forms with St. Ambrose barely capable to hold him still.

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

'' Almost, '' Saint Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Philip Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Philip Roth, St. Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to have to take out a bit of lineage from myself to heal all of you. I have to severalize the rip mobile phone and blood 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 run victim ! '' Seth Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold my sword or combat ! ''

St. Ambrose 's facial expression screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in little time grabbing Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should bolt down you right here ! Think well your next wrangle for I will not hesitate to bust your neck opening as easy as a twig ! ''

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

pressure Thomas into the bulk header Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

Thomas dropped his eyes to the storey nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping Thomas the doubting Apostle to the floor in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came St. Thomas 's watery reply.

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

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

Ambrose look at the med data processor 's reading and shook his head no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

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

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

'' It is good to see you also mate. '' Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her facial expression 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 match. I think I will defend to keep you ! ''

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

'' quietus, mate, '' Wrena said. `` I will reinforce you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the door. `` Though I hope you can survive the advantage ! ''

'' Ah ! If I was untested I might be afraid, now I relish the challenge ! '' Philip Milton 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 St. Ambrose thought that this aim meeting was bad estimate. Stopping the others, Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.

Searching through his retentiveness Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you find out me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a weakly result.

[ Divine sir ? Is that you ? ] came the weak though steadily growing inviolable thoughts of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an excited Saint Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your father is a dandy healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can start to cure as many as potential. I only have enough right now for xxx three people after you and your father. ] Ambrose explained to her.

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

[ Please impart your founder to where we met. Also if you can you land some of that alloy that your necklace was made of ? ] Ambrose asked hoping she might be capable to help.

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

[ good, we 'll be waiting delight tell him naught. ] St. Ambrose replied.

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

head 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 one-half toton later that they all heard footsteps. Then they heard an adult Male 's representative, followed by Timora 's

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

Rounding the outcropping his back talk dropped spread when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat the great unwashed like wight stepped out of the shadows. 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 my girl to the expiry !

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 heal them. ''

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

'' You are a proud strong mass very smart, far smarter than any early around. Your mass and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to go to you. To keep 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 hold her male parent up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the ground.

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

St. Ambrose looked at the blank 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 unit of plasm 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 all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's body finally stilled then the respiration settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no house of the sickness. Are you sure Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more distressed for her founding 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 Saint Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting at large an ear splitting screeching then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her father.

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 succeeding to him. `` I have to ... ''

'' Lay there a while 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 eyes flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Saint Ambrose thought, here we go again .