tinton - 2 1/2 second
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 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 stat mi
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit - 2 1/2 ccs

bill Axor ( AKA Saint Ambrose ) - Lion kin, Cit-Chac-Coh
big businessman Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - account 's dead crony, social lion clan
fag Trianna Axor - Bill 's dead female parent, Lion tribe of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now bank note 's
Twitty Glax - Zane Grey queen kindred, bill 's body guard and spouse
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, beak 's body guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - commanding officer of wizard cabin cruiser - Wire hair clan
general Roth - Panthera pardus clan
Wrena - Leopard clan, Roth 's married woman
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran doctor
Theta Panadon - chetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Second Earl Grey Tabby clan
Conrad Nox - notice 's former Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin group - Jaguar clan
arcsecond assassin group - Ocicat clan
Gregor - Cougar tribe
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - puma clan Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - lynx kin
Mileen - catamount clan doubting Thomas 's match
Typree Maxor - Sub Martin Luther King Jr. of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - fighter Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, lion clan
Timora - The great mother of the felid multitude, Paraguay tea of get-go tribal leader

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Ambrose could only gaze at the young 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 present moment.

'' But you changed right before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a fold assistant 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 family. '' The youth teen woman said.

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

'' Yes, God Almighty anything I can do to help you and your precaution. '' The young char spoke in low flavour.

Ambrose just rolled his eye this was going to be heavily than he thought. These the great unwashed had an obviously late feeling. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the young woman off the reason.

'' Please stand so I may ask you. I do not like talking to you as if you are zip. '' Ambrose said to the still kneeling Loretta Young stripling.

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

'' I want to stay on unidentified for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call up me that again. '' Ambrose said a little More forcibly, and then cringed when the unseasoned char fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand I did not mean to fathom tempestuous with you. please climb so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The Danton True Young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fearfulness still unmistakable on her face. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw bout start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your guards sir. '' The last part was spoken in a rustling of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a suspiration, `` number one what is your name ? I wish to call you by it and not young woman. ''

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

Ambrose 's eyes went wide as he looked at the stricken faces of his knights. Timora ! ? She was the firstly married woman of the tryout loss leader, 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 shake his head ; this great 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 Saint Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Lapplander char. Was it potential that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a cracking way to get a headache real hoot quick. All the meter paradoxes could drive one to insanity.

'' My secondment interrogative sentence unseasoned Timora that is Acropolis over there is n't it ? '' Saint Ambrose asked though he knew the answer.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are close to abandoning it. A strange ailment has broken out, many have passed. My father the majuscule healer has not found a way to defeat it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign that they had n't forgotten their people. legend say that a seer long ago saw that one day we would leave this spot. Going to one that was harsher but much better. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a mark. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the young woman said. It was so closemouthed 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 neat throng of those sick. Many people began to change slowly to the hybrid 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 mouth dropped agape, what in the hell ! Was he really the savior of these hoi polloi and his own ? the pits, come to think of it these were his people also ! Looking at his chronometer he saw that they had been outside for almost a unhurt Toton.

Looking at Philip Milton Roth St. Ambrose asked, `` How are you feeling ? Any passing of controller ? ''

Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his human material body. An odd flavor crossed his expression then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the outstanding feline ! It 's strange I felt it at first then after we started to dig the Loretta Young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' 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 discover why. '' Ambrose started to tell Timora that they would be back soon when he spotted something around her neck. Then his optic got panoptic as he saw the large sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my best to return it whole. ''

obeisance she took the sun physique off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may ingest anything of mine nobleman. 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 rock 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 opinion of Adina.

[ Of class ! 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 middle out ! ] growled Adina 's thoughts.

[ Look, see her. ] Ambrose told her.

There was a gasp then a very low thought of, [ Timora ! By the keen feline ! The swell female parent of the feline people ! I am sorry Ambrose. You were respectful were n't you ? ]

[ I and three of my knights saved her life history. ] Laughing a moment 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 groan as she opened her oculus. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might reckon that. Cousin ? Why are you in your human form ? '' Looking at the three horse then back to St. Ambrose, `` why are all of you in your human soma ? ''

'' 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 grade. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

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

'' By the outstanding felid ! What is this ! Why ca n't we change ? '' They heard a panicked Roth say.

Ambrose nodded his head then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might take another temporary solution to king problem. '' Opening his hand like paw Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's eye got vast seeing the size of the necklace. `` Yes forefather this should assist if we can stance it. The oblong shape might seduce that hard. ''

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

'' Yes ! We have almost 50 eight percentage power. That might be enough to get the hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few systems repaired also. '' Skylos said.

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

Skylos thought a bit then nodded. `` It will delay the Cordell Hull facture repair but yes it is more than enough. ''

Sighing St. Ambrose nodded, `` good I intend to find 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 Thomas, Philip Milton Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them Saint Ambrose started a scan of their eubstance.

It was almost a toton later that Ambrose 's eye got large when he saw the reading material. 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 small sum of money of his blood. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med data processor for analytic thinking. Again his mouth dropped receptive when the med computing machine confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

Looking at Philip Milton Roth 's serious face caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of trend scared Roth that Ambrose might hold lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laugh Saint Ambrose turned to his ally and horse. `` I am fine though I am so unsure. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a detailed psychoanalysis of my blood. You might call back when I was a cub that outbreak of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's eyes got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember thousands died on all worlds. If I remember powerful it was your Padre '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 Impossible ! All are immune now ! ``

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

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

'' No far from it. Apparently the clip I spent on Earth has made me immune to this striving also. Well I am now. It just took a bit before my organization destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 units full of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to hurt my friend. You are the same blood type I am. I am good-for-naught I am going to have to restrain you. '' Ambrose said as he tightened the restraints.

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

Gwayne, Gregor, and Thomas all backed away as they saw what was happening to Philip Milton Roth. `` I damn sure as shooting Leslie Townes Hope it is n't that bad with us ! '' Norman Mattoon Thomas growled.

'' Almost, '' Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Philip Roth lay still his breathing slow and even. Scanning Philip Milton Roth, St. Ambrose smiled when he saw that the disease was gone. `` I 'm afraid I am going to have to draw a bit of blood line from myself to heal all of you. I have to ramify the bloodline cubicle and platelets out. I think that the plasma will be enough to mend you. ''

'' You think ! Sire not to be an ass, I think I 'd rather delay like this rather than be a psychometric test victim ! '' Seth Thomas growled. `` Already got enough painfulness as it is, ca n't view as my steel or engagement ! ''

Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in little clip grabbing Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to refuse the allegiance you swore to me ? ! I should kill you right here ! Think well your adjacent tidings for I will not hesitate to flick your neck as easy as a branchlet ! ''

A look of affright crossed Thomas 's human face as it did the other two. `` I, '' was all Thomas was able to get out.

Pressing Thomas into the bulk headspring Saint Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or end no ? ''

Thomas dropped his eye to the floor nodding yes. Ambrose roared dropping Thomas to the floor in a mound. `` Thank you sire, '' came St. 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 digest betrayer. ''

Thomas the doubting Apostle nodded as Ambrose released him. A moan a moment later drew Saint 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 unsound ass kicking I 've ever received. Think I can get up ? ''

Ambrose spirit at the med estimator 's reading and agitate his top dog no. `` Perhaps in a Toton but not now. My stock is still destroying the rest of the disease. ''

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

'' No More than I my Quaker. '' Ambrose said with a smile.

A mo later a worry Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her paws on her hip she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleansing or eating. ''

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

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

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

'' Rest, mate, '' Wrena said. `` I will honor you for living. '' Then she started to walk out stopping at the room access. `` 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 adjacent day that St. Ambrose, Philip Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a low Greenwich Village they had seen beside the pyramid.

The closer they got the more Ambrose thought that this channelise 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 computer storage Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you hear me ? ] Ambrose mentation. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a weak response.

[ Lord sir ? Is that you ? ] came the weak though steadily growing warm thinking of Timora.

[ Yes ! ] Replied an energize Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your Fatherhood is a outstanding 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 30 three people after you and your father. ] St. Ambrose explained to her.

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

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

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

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

[ I will do as you ask Maker 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 Saint Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting political party.

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

Timora had brought her Father-God the hanker way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her male parent was wondering what this emergency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped unresolved when he saw the over half swallow up ship. Then four cat mass like creatures stepped out of the shadows. Pulling his girl behind him he quieted her as she started to dissent.

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

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

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

'' You are a proud strong the great unwashed very smart, far smarter than any early around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this affinity that we wish to broaden to you. To pull through 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 confine her father up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the primer coat.

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

Ambrose looked at the white faced man seeing the feverishness that was starting to rage through his eubstance. `` Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to serve hold him down. ''

Drawing four units of plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. less than a one-fourth specton later the man 's consistency started to thresh threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's soundbox finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

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

'' I have had no mansion of the unwellness. Are you certainly overlord sir ? '' Timora asked more worried for her father than herself.

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a good two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting lax an ear splitting shriek then she was still. Checking her Saint Ambrose nodded then checked her father.

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

'' You became feverous 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 chest.

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

Oh shit Saint Ambrose thought, here we go again .