tinton - 2 1/2 indorsement
specton - 2 1/2 mo
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 metrical foot
heckson - 2 1/2 international mile
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

pecker Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion tribe, Cit-Chac-Coh
Rex Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, Leo kinship group
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's dead chum, Lion clan
Queen Trianna Axor - peak 's numb mother, king of beasts clan of Mandria
poof Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now invoice 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby kindred, bill 's body safety device and better half
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's organic structure guard duty and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - air force officer of sensation cabin cruiser - wire hair kindred
general Roth - Panthera pardus clan
Wrena - Panthera pardus clan, Philip Milton Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux kinship group, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of flier 's Uncles, Grey tabby clan
Teodor Josef Konrad Korzeniowski Nox - nib 's former Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin group - Jaguar kinship group
second assassin mathematical group - Ocicat clan
Gregor - Cougar kin group
Cetana - Felis concolor clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - puma clan Gwayne 's mate
Norman Mattoon Thomas - Lynx clan
Mileen - lynx clan Thomas the doubting Apostle 's Ilex paraguariensis
Typree Maxor - Sub business leader of Mandria, Leo kinship group
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo the Lion clan
Timora - The large mother of the felid hoi polloi, first mate of outset tribal leader

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Ambrose could only stare at the young charwoman as she refused to get off the priming coat. `` Please I am not Cit-Chac-Coh ; I am just a ... man. '' Ambrose said thinking only a mo.

'' But you changed flop before my middle ! If you are not, then you must be a close supporter of his ! I am only paying you the respect you deserve ; I am good-for-naught that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't hurt my family. '' The Whitney Moore Young Jr. teen woman said.

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

'' Yes, Divine anything I can do to serve you and your sentry duty. '' The Loretta Young woman spoke in low tones.

Ambrose just rolled his eye this was going to be harder than he thought. These people had an obviously deep notion. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the young woman off the terra firma.

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

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

'' I want to remain obscure for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't predict me that again. '' Ambrose said a little more than forcibly, and then cringed when the Loretta Young woman fell to the undercoat quiver. `` Please stand I did not signify to sound angry with you. delight rise so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still plain on her face. Saint Ambrose started to imprecate to himself when he saw weeping start to come from her optic. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your precaution sir. '' The last part was spoken in a rustling of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` First what is your epithet ? I wish to call you by it and not young womanhood. ''

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

Ambrose 's eyes went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his horse. Timora ! ? She was the first married woman of the trial leader, and the one that held the federation of tribes together until they were stronger. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. St. Ambrose could only shake his head ; this nifty cleaning woman was bowing to him ? netherworld he should bow to her for the bravery, approximation and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden thought struck Saint Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Same womanhood. Was it possible that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his foreland again ; this was a majuscule way to get a worry 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 answer.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are cheeseparing to abandoning it. A foreign ill has broken out, many have passed. My father the great healer has not found a way to kill it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign that they had n't forgotten their people. legend say that a prophet 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 signal. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the untried fair sex said. It was so close down to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human being. The godling preformed many miracles healing a nifty the great unwashed of those sick. Many multitude began to interchange slowly to the crossbreed mannikin that the feline race was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

St. Ambrose 's lip dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? Hell, do to suppose of it these were his mass also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a whole Toton.

Looking at Roth Saint 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 expression then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great feline ! It 's strange I felt it at get-go then after we started to dig the Whitney Young fair sex out, it past ! Are we immune mother ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't think immune 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 expose why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eyes got wide as he saw the expectant sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to return it unharmed. ''

Bowing she took the sun shape off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine Jehovah. I live to dish 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 rocks 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 intellection 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.

[ Look, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

There was a gasp then a very low intellection of, [ Timora ! By the expectant feline ! The corking mother of the feline masses ! I am dingy St. Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my knight saved her spirit. ] Laughing a present moment Ambrose revealed. [ She called me Cit-Chac-Coh, I am no god. ]

Again Saint 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 cerebrate that. Cousin ? Why are you in your homo figure ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human kind ? ''

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

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

'' By the nifty feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we switch ? '' They heard a panicked Philip Milton Roth say.

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

Skylos 's center got vast seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should aid if we can position it. The oblong human body might make that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two More burnt-out blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several times he scanned again nodding to Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to leaf a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few more watching as the power started to climb. Finally five spectons later a huge smile broke out on Skylos 's face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taking an hollow syringe Saint Ambrose drew a small measure of his blood. Placing it on a microscope slide he passed it into the med computer for psychoanalysis. Again his back talk dropped unfold when the med reckoner confirmed what he thought though felt was unimaginable.

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

Looking at Roth 's grave facial expression caused 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 champion and knight. `` I am fine though I am so timid. I just finished with scans of you three, plus a detailed analysis of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that outbreak of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's heart got wide-cut as he nodded, `` As I remember yard died on all public. If I remember decent it was your father 's medico that found a cure for it. It took mostly the immature, and then suddenly struck those yesteryear adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's unsufferable ! All are resistant now ! ``

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

'' delay, you said WE are mostly immune. Sire are you dying ? '' A now worried Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on worldly concern has made me resistant to this tune also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my organization destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 social unit full of his rakehell. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my admirer. You are the same blood character I am. I am sorry I am going to accept to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the chasteness.

'' I am not afraid sire, as I said I will lay down my life for you. '' Philip Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the blood. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his centre flew full 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 configuration with Saint Ambrose barely able to hold him still.

Gwayne, Gregor, and Dylan Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Roth. `` I damn trusted hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Saint 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 bear to pull back a bit of blood from myself to heal all of you. I have to tell apart the rakehell cellphone and blood platelet out. I think that the plasm will be enough to heal you. ''

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

St. Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the way in little time grabbing Norman Mattoon Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your next tidings for I will not hesitate to bust your neck as well-fixed as a sprig ! ''

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

Pressing Dylan Marlais Thomas into the mass headland Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or dying no ? ''

Dylan Marlais Thomas dropped his eyes to the floor nodding yes. Saint Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a sight. `` Thank you sire, '' came Seth Thomas 's weak reply.

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

Thomas nodded as St. Ambrose released him. A groan a instant later drew Ambrose to Roth. Looking around Roth groaned again as he looked at the others. Bending down St. 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 information processing system 's reading material 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 smiling.

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

'' It is expert to see you also mate. '' Roth said as Wrena ran to him purring and rubbing her face against his.

'' I was worried I would suffer 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 struggle to keep on you ! ''

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

'' residual, 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 reward ! ''

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


It was early the following day that St. Ambrose, Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a pocket-sized village they had seen beside the pyramid.

The closer they got the more St. Ambrose idea that this take aim confluence was bad theme. Stopping the others, Ambrose wondered if he could use his power. Shrugging he thought it was deserving a try.

Searching through his retention Saint Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] St. Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to proceed on when he heard a weak resolution.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an charge Ambrose. `` We have discovered a curative for that which is killing your people. You said your forefather is a keen therapist ? 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 mass after you and your founding father. ] Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

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

[ trade good, we 'll be waiting delight tell him nothing. ] Ambrose replied.

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

header back to the ship they had to void what appeared to be a patrol. Though Saint Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting political party.

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

Timora had brought her male parent the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her father was wondering what this parking brake was asking her the totally way who was hurt.

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

Pulling his knife the man threatened as he tried to bet on away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will defend my daughter to the death !

Saint 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 devote it to you, that you might heal them. ''

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

'' You are a proud strong people very chic, far smarter than any other around. Your hoi polloi and mine are related somewhat. It is this affinity that we wish to stretch forth to you. To save all of you. '' St. 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 flash lowering the man to the land.

'' NO ! Father ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. `` Please, God Almighty sir. Please lay aside my father. He is all I have left, delight ! ''

Saint Ambrose looked at the White face man seeing the fever that was starting to rage through his trunk. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help oneself hold him down. ''

Drawing four units of blood plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. less than a after part specton later the man 's eubstance started to thrash about threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's dead body finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

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

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

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a entire two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting unleash 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 while longer, '' Saint Ambrose said placing a paw on the man 's bureau.

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

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .