tinton - 2 1/2 endorsement
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 minute
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 calendar week
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 Acre
social unit - 2 1/2 ccs

vizor Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion kinship group, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - peak 's suddenly father, Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - poster 's beat sidekick, Lion clan
Queen Trianna Axor - Bill 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
nance Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - greyness Tabby kinship group, bill 's physical structure guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal kinship group, banknote 's consistence sentry go and spouse
Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin group
Skylos - Commander of star cruiser - conducting wire hair clan
General Roth - leopard clan
Wrena - Panthera pardus clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Grey tabby kin
Conrad Nox - flier 's former Uncle Bengal clan
assassinator group - Jaguar clan
second bravo grouping - Ocicat clan
Gregor - puma kindred
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's Ilex paraguariensis
Gwayne - catamount clan
Dawney - Panther tribe Gwayne 's married person
Thomas - catamount kin group
Mileen - catamount clan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - fighter Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo tribe
Timora - The great mother of the feline mass, mate of first tribal loss leader

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Saint Ambrose could only stare at the 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 mo.

'' But you changed mightily before my eye ! If you are not, then you must be a come together benefactor of his ! I am only paying you the regard you deserve ; I am dreary that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't injure my family. '' The young teenager charwoman said.

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

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your guards. '' The Danton True Young cleaning woman spoke in low tones.

Saint Ambrose just rolled his optic this was going to be harder than he thought. These hoi polloi had an obviously deeply belief. Sighing Ambrose again tried to elicit the young woman off the earth.

'' 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 teen.

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

'' I want to continue unsung for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't hollo me that again. '' Ambrose said a little more forcibly, and then cringed when the young charwoman fell to the ground shakiness. `` Please stand I did not mean to sound angry with you. Please wage hike so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The Danton True Young woman tentatively looked up at Saint Ambrose with fear still patent on her fount. Ambrose started to unchurch to himself when he saw teardrop start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your sentry duty sir. '' The survive part was spoken in a whisper of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` start what is your epithet ? I wish to call you by it and not Lester Willis Young woman. ''

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

Ambrose 's eyes went wide-eyed as he looked at the laid low faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the showtime wife of the test 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 capitulum ; this slap-up woman was bowing to him ? Hades he should bow to her for the courageousness, melodic theme and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden thought struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the same adult female. Was it possible that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a great way to get a headache existent tinker's damn quick. All the time paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

'' My second doubt 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 end to abandoning it. A strange ailment has broken out, many have passed. My forefather the majuscule healer has not found a way to get the better of it. I was here praying to all the idol for a sign that they had n't forgotten their multitude. Legends say that a illusionist long ago saw that one day we would leave this place. Going to one that was harsher but much expert. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a preindication. ''

Ambrose was listening to every watchword the young woman said. It was so last to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the visual aspect of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great multitude of those purge. Many people began to commute slowly to the intercrossed contour that the felid wash was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

St. Ambrose 's sass dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? snake pit, come to think of it these were his people also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a completely 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 shape. An odd look crossed his face then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great felid ! It 's strange I felt it at initiatory then after we started to dig the Edward Young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't reckon resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a resistivity, although I am uncertain how. We need to go in and discover why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her cervix. Then his middle got spacious as he saw the orotund sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my full to revert it unharmed. ''

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

With that she walked away from the little out cropping of rocks 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 cerebration 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 eyes out ! ] growled Adina 's thoughts.

[ facial expression, see her. ] St. Ambrose told her.

There was a pant then a very low thinking of, [ Timora ! By the great felid ! The bang-up female parent of the felid masses ! I am sorry Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my knights saved her animation. ] 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 eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might think that. full cousin ? Why are you in your man form ? '' Looking at the three horse then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your man chassis ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the same matter. Though all of you have a overtop front in either form, we prefer your Xendran frame. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

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

'' By the keen feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we commute ? '' They heard a panic Roth say.

St. Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might accept another temp root to king problem. '' Opening his mitt like paw Saint Ambrose showed the vauntingly sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got Brobdingnagian seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes father this should aid if we can situation it. The oblong shape might make that hard. ''

Going to applied science Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two more cauterize blobs of metallic element. Turning the necklace several time he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to flick a few substitution. Nodding again he flipped a few more than observation as the force started to wax. Finally five spectons later a huge smile broke out on Skylos 's font.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty eight percent 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 second then nodded. `` It will hold up the Kingston-upon Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing St. Ambrose nodded, `` soundly I intend to get hold out a few things. Firstly why we ca n't completely change 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 St. Ambrose started a scan of their torso.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's eyes got great when he saw the Reading. Shaking his capitulum 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 lowly sum of money of his blood. Placing it on a playground slide he passed it into the med electronic computer for psychoanalysis. Again his oral cavity dropped unresolved when the med computer confirmed what he thought though felt was unacceptable.

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

looking at Roth 's serious expression caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of grade scared Philip Roth that Saint Ambrose might throw lost his judgement.

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

Philip Roth 's eyes got extensive as he nodded, `` As I remember K died on all human race. If I remember justly it was your father 's doctor that found a remedy for it. It took mostly the young, and then suddenly struck those past teenager age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's unsufferable ! All are immune now ! ``

Saint Ambrose nodded with a grim tone. `` To that strain yes, this is a different strain. It smasher humans and our variety though you are mostly resistant to it. '' St. Ambrose stopped to see that Gwayne, Gregor, and Roth were all staring at him.

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

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on earth has made me resistant to this melodic phrase also. fountainhead I am now. It just took a bit before my organisation destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 building block full of his stemma. `` I am afraid that this is going to pain my friend. You are the same line of descent type I am. I am sorry I am going to induce to confine you. '' 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. Saint Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Philip Milton Roth 's arm and injected the pedigree. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his eyes flew wide-cut as he started to cry ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran variety. Screaming and roaring Roth went back and Forth River between both forms with Ambrose barely able to retain him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Dylan Marlais Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn sure as shooting 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 external respiration slow and even. Scanning Philip Roth, Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to experience to draw a bit of line of descent from myself to heal all of you. I have to part the parentage cellphone and thrombocyte out. I think that the plasma will be enough to heal you. ''

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

Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in petty time grabbing Dylan Marlais Thomas by the pharynx. `` You wish to deny the allegiance you swore to me ? ! I should vote down you right here ! Think well your next words for I will not waffle to snap your neck as easy as a twig ! ''

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

Pressing doubting Thomas into the bulk read/write head Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

Thomas the doubting Apostle dropped his eyes to the flooring nodding yes. Saint Ambrose roared dropping Lowell Thomas to the storey in a heap. `` Thank you sire, '' came Thomas 's sapless reply.

St. Ambrose helped Thomas the doubting Apostle up then hugged him close whispering in his ear. `` Do that again and you die ! I will not tolerate traitors. ''

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

Ambrose smell at the med computer 's Reading and shook his head no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My stock is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

'' No to a greater extent than I my protagonist. '' Saint Ambrose said with a grin.

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

'' It is honest to see you also mate. '' Philip Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her fount 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 educate another match. I think I will fight to prevent you ! ''

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

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

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


It was early the side by side day that Ambrose, Philip Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a small-scale settlement they had seen beside the Pyramids of Egypt.

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

Searching through his memories Saint Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a imperfect reply.

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

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

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

[ Please bring your forefather to where we met. Also if you can you convey some of that metallic element that your necklace was made of ? ] St. Ambrose asked hoping she might be able to help.

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

[ Good, we 'll be waiting please enjoin him nothing. ] Ambrose replied.

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

gallery back to the ship they had to nullify 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 representative, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her beginner the longsighted way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the noble as she called him. Her Church Father was wondering what this parking brake was asking her the completely way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped spread when he saw the over half interred ship. Then four cat people like brute stepped out of the vestige. 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 defend my girl to the decease !

Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your the great unwashed any harm. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to feed it to you, that you might heal them. ''

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

'' You are a proud strong people very wise, far smarter than any early around. Your multitude and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to widen to you. To pull through all of you. '' Ambrose said keeping a safe aloofness from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to break, Timora screaming as she tried to control her Fatherhood up. Saint Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the ground.

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

Ambrose looked at the whiteness front man seeing the fever that was starting to storm through his physical structure. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to facilitate hold him down. ''

draftsmanship four whole of plasm Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a quarter specton later the man 's body started to thrash about threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's consistence 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 curative into you also. ''

'' I have had no star sign of the sickness. Are you sure Lord sir ? '' Timora asked more care for her father than herself.

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a wide-cut two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting loose an ear splitting scream then she was still. Checking her St. Ambrose nodded then checked her father.

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

'' You became feverous passing out. '' St. Ambrose informed him.

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

'' Lay there a patch longer, '' 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 man form. The man 's eyes flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .