tinton - 2 1/2 second base
specton - 2 1/2 proceedings
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 twenty-four hour period
daycon - 2 1/2 hebdomad
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inch
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 stat mi
tetson - 2 1/2 Acre
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

visor Axor ( AKA St. Ambrose ) - social lion kin group, Cit-Chac-Coh
baron Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, lion kin
Rex Tobias Traxor - broadsheet 's numb brother, king of beasts kin
Queen Trianna Axor - placard 's dead mother, lion clan of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now Bill 's
Twitty Glax - Grey tabby clan, broadside 's body safety device and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's body sentry duty and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin
Skylos - commanding officer of sensation cabin cruiser - Wire hair clan
general Roth - Leopard kin group
Wrena - Leopard clan, Roth 's wife
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor of the Church
Theta Panadon - chetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of handbill 's Uncles, Charles Grey Tabby tribe
Conrad Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal kin group
Assassin group - Jaguar clan
second assassinator grouping - Ocicat kindred
Gregor - Cougar clan
Cetana - painter kindred Gregor 's partner
Gwayne - jaguar clan
Dawney - mountain lion clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - Lynx kin
Mileen - catamount clan Thomas 's fellow
Typree Maxor - Sub world-beater of Mandria, Lion kindred
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Panthera leo kinship group
Timora - The cracking female parent of the feline people, mate of start tribal leader

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Ambrose could only stare at the Loretta Young woman as she refused to get off the ground. `` 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 center ! If you are not, then you must be a close up helper of his ! I am only paying you the esteem you deserve ; I am sorry that I was here and made you worry. Please do n't offend my family. '' The young teen woman said.

'' I would never bruise your menage. I have a few questions for you. '' Ambrose stated.

'' Yes, lord anything I can do to help you and your guards. '' The young woman spoke in low look.

Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be harder than he thought. These mass had an obviously deep impression. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the young charwoman 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 teenager.

'' 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 stay strange for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call me that again. '' Ambrose said a little more forcibly, and then cringed when the Edward Young womanhood fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not mean to voice tempestuous with you. delight procession so I may ask you a few inquiry. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still plain on her cheek. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw tears start to fall from her middle. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The final stage part was spoken in a whisper of awe.

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman smiled, then spoke lowly, `` I am called Timora, my lord. ''

Saint Ambrose 's heart went wide as he looked at the afflicted faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the foremost 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. Ambrose could only sway his heading ; this neat woman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the courageousness, ideas and assisting leading she later had and done.

A sudden idea struck Saint Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Sami cleaning lady. Was it potential that they taught her ? St. Ambrose shook his head teacher again ; this was a bang-up way to get a worry real damn quick. All the time paradoxes could ram one to insanity.

'' My moment doubtfulness 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 stopping point to abandoning it. A foreign ailment has broken out, many have passed. My father the keen healer has not found a way to vote down it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign that they had n't forgotten their multitude. Legends say that a oracle 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 word the young woman said. It was so fill up to what he 'd learned about the great migration. It happened after the appearance of a godling disguised as a human. The godling preformed many miracles healing a great battalion of those sick. Many mass began to change slowly to the hybrid form that the feline raceway was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Saint Ambrose 's oral fissure dropped agape, what in the pit ! Was he really the savior of these people and his own ? hell on earth, arrive to think of it these were his people also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a unanimous 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 looking at crossed his side then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the with child feline ! It 's strange I felt it at first then after we started to dig the Loretta Young adult female out, it past ! Are we immune bring forth ? '' Roth asked.

'' No I do n't mean immune though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a electric resistance, although I am unsure how. We need to go in and get word why. '' Ambrose started to narrate Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his eyes got wide as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to return it unharmed. ''

bow she took the sun contour off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine Lord. I live to service 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 pocket-size out cropping of rock and roll 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 thoughts of Adina.

[ Of path ! You know who she is do n't you ? ] Saint Ambrose replied.

[ No, as if I care ; although if she touches you, I will claw her center out ! ] growled Adina 's intellection.

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

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

[ I and three of my horse saved her life. ] 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 consider that. Cousin ? Why are you in your homo class ? '' Looking at the three knights then back to Saint Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your man descriptor ? ''

'' Yes I was going to ask you the Saame thing. Though all of you have a dominating presence in either form, we prefer your Xendran conformation. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

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

'' By the great feline ! What is this ! Why ca n't we exchange ? '' They heard a panicked Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his fountainhead then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might let another irregular solution to power problem. '' Opening his bridge player like paw Saint Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's eyes got huge seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes sire this should serve if we can military position it. The oblong contour might make that hard. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another chamber. Reaching in, he removed two Sir Thomas More glow blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several meter he scanned again nodding to St. Ambrose. Closing the chamber he started to jerk a few switches. Nodding again he flipped a few more than watching as the baron started to mount. Finally five spectons later a huge smiling broke out on Skylos 's face.

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

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

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

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` in force I intend to rule out a few thing. Firstly why we ca n't completely change back. ''

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

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

Taking an empty syringe St. Ambrose drew a small quantity of his line of descent. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med computer for analysis. Again his oral fissure dropped undecided when the med figurer confirmed what he thought though felt was out of the question.

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

Looking at Roth 's serious font caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course scared Philip Roth that St. Ambrose might get lost his mind.

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

Roth 's center got all-inclusive as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember right it was your father 's Doctor of the Church that found a curative for it. It took mostly the young, and then suddenly struck those retiring adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's unacceptable ! All are immune now ! ``

Saint Ambrose nodded with a relentless face. `` To that mental strain yes, this is a different song. It work stoppage man 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 immune. Sire are you dying ? '' A now apprehensive Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the clip I spent on earth has made me immune to this strain also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my arrangement destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his rake. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the same line of descent character I am. I am sorry I am going to have to restrain you. '' St. Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

'' I am not afraid forefather, as I said I will lay down my life for you. '' Roth said. St. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the blood. `` How long will I have to ... '' Philip Roth started then his eyes flew all-embracing as he started to scream ! Concentrating Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran form. Screaming and roaring Philip Roth went back and forth between both forms with Ambrose barely able 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 ! '' Norman Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Philip Roth, Saint Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to have to sop up a bit of blood from myself to bring around all of you. I have to separate the blood cells and thrombocyte out. I think that the blood 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 psychometric test victim ! '' Thomas the doubting Apostle growled. `` Already got enough botheration as it is, ca n't apply my brand or fight ! ''

Ambrose 's facial expression screwed up into a frown as he crossed the elbow room in slight metre grabbing Thomas the doubting Apostle by the pharynx. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your next words for I will not hesitate to snap your neck as easy as a twig ! ''

A look of affright crossed Thomas 's face as it did the early two. `` I, '' was all Thomas the doubting Apostle was capable to get out.

pressing Thomas into the bulk headspring St. Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or expiry no ? ''

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

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

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

Ambrose look at the med reckoner 's recital and shook his forefront no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My blood is still destroying the ease of the disease. ''

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

'' No more than I my protagonist. '' Saint Ambrose said with a grinning.

A import later a vex Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her hand on her pelvis she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleansing or eating. ''

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

'' I was worried I would lose you, pair, '' Wrena said. Then her nerve turned sad as she added, `` I am far too old to train another first mate. I think I will fight to keep you ! ''

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

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

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


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

The finisher they got the more Ambrose thought that this direct coming together was bad idea. Stopping the others, Saint Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.

Searching through his memory board Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a washy response.

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

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

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

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

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

[ trade good, we 'll be waiting please tell him nothing. ] St. 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 obviate 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 vocalisation, followed by Timora 's

Timora had brought her Fatherhood the prospicient way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her father was wondering what this emergency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

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

Pulling his tongue the man threatened as he tried to back away. `` I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will maintain my girl to the death !

St. Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. `` We intend neither you nor your people any trauma. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to give it to you, that you might mend them. ''

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own frustration at the Death of the multitude weighing on him. `` We know naught of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud impregnable people very smart, far smarter than any former around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this relationship that we wish to extend to you. To make unnecessary all of you. '' St. Ambrose said keeping a safety distance from the man.

'' As I said I know you not I ... '' The man began then started to collapse, Timora screeching as she tried to hold back her father up. Ambrose was there in a jiffy lowering the man to the soil.

'' NO ! Father ! '' Timora screamed as she looked at Saint Ambrose. `` Please, Maker sir. Please write my male parent. He is all I have left, please ! ''

Ambrose looked at the White River faced man seeing the febrility that was starting to rage through his body. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help hold him down. ''

drawing off four units of plasma St. Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. to a lesser extent than a after part specton later the man 's body started to convulse threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's physical structure finally stilled then the ventilation settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no signs of the sickness. Are you sure Godhead sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her begetter 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 St. Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a to the full two spectons when she started to thrash. Letting loose an ear splitting scream 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. '' Ambrose informed him.

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

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

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .