tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hr
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 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 acres
unit of measurement - 2 1/2 ccs

flyer Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion kin, Cit-Chac-Coh
world-beater Tomco Traxor - beak 's dead Padre, lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's dead buddy, Leo clan
Queen Trianna Axor - Bill 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
female monarch Niaco Traxor - Tiger kinship group, Tobias mate, now eyeshade 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby kinship group, bill 's body guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, greenback 's organic structure sentry duty and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - Commander of star pleasure craft - conducting wire hair's-breadth tribe
full general Roth - Panthera pardus kinship group
Wrena - Panthera pardus clan, Philip Milton Roth 's married woman
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos better half, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah kin group
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Grey tabby clan
Joseph Conrad Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin group - Felis onca clan
second bravo mathematical group - Ocicat clan
Gregor - Cougar tribe
Cetana - cougar clan Gregor 's mate
Gwayne - Panther clan
Dawney - Panther tribe Gwayne 's mate
Thomas - catamount kinship group
Mileen - Lynx clan Saint Thomas 's partner
Typree Maxor - Sub business leader of Mandria, king of beasts clan
Adina Maxor - champion Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Panthera leo clan
Timora - The great mother of the felid people, mate of first tribal 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. '' St. Ambrose said thinking only a consequence.

'' But you changed right hand before my eyes ! If you are not, then you must be a close 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 suffer my kin. '' The offspring teen charwoman said.

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

'' Yes, Almighty anything I can do to facilitate you and your guard duty. '' The young charwoman spoke in low shade.

Ambrose just rolled his eyes this was going to be arduous than he thought. These the great unwashed had an obviously deep opinion. Sighing Ambrose again tried to raise the Loretta Young charwoman off the ground.

'' 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 young teen.

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

'' I want to remain stranger for now. I told you I am not Cit-Chac-Coh. Please do n't call in me that again. '' Ambrose said a little Sir Thomas More forcibly, and then cringed when the young char fell to the ground trembling. `` Please stand up I did not mean to sound wild with you. please ascending so I may ask you a few questions. ''

The young woman tentatively looked up at Ambrose with fear still apparent on her face. Ambrose started to curse to himself when he saw rip start to fall from her eyes. `` I will do all I can to aid you and your safety device sir. '' The last theatrical role was spoken in a rustling of awe.

Ambrose nodded with a sigh, `` outset what is your name ? I wish to ring you by it and not new woman. ''

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

Ambrose 's eyes went wide as he looked at the smitten faces of his knight. Timora ! ? She was the first wife of the trial leader, and the one that held the tribe together until they were strong. It was said that she had preformed miracles that no one could explain. Ambrose could only excite his foreland ; this great woman was bowing to him ? Hell he should bow to her for the bravery, approximation and assisting leadership she later had and done.

A sudden thought struck Ambrose as she was there was no way it was the Lapp woman. Was it possible that they taught her ? Ambrose shook his head again ; this was a outstanding way to get a headache real tinker's dam quick. All the time paradoxes could push back one to insanity.

'' My second query young Timora that is Acropolis over there is n't it ? '' Ambrose asked though he knew the solution.

'' Yes lord it is, though we are penny-pinching to abandoning it. A unknown ailment has broken out, many have passed. My Fatherhood the heavy healer has not found a way to overcome it. I was here praying to all the gods for a sign that they had n't forgotten their multitude. Legends say that a vaticinator long ago saw that one day we would pass on this place. Going to one that was harsher but much ripe. I think that you appearing after I started praying is a sign. ''

Ambrose was listening to every word the young cleaning lady said. It was so closelipped 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 corking multitude of those sick. Many masses began to alter slowly to the hybrid form that the felid race was now. It was said that the godling denied who it was almost to the end of the migration.

Ambrose 's mouth dropped love feast, what in the nether region ! Was he really the deliverer of these mass and his own ? Hell, come up to imagine of it these were his the great unwashed 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 ascendency ? ''

Philip Milton Roth looked down at himself a little disgusted at his human form. An odd look crossed his look then the faces of Gwayne and Gregor. `` By the great felid ! It 's strange I felt it at first then after we started to dig the young woman out, it past ! Are we immune sire ? '' Philip Milton Roth asked.

'' No I do n't suppose resistant though I feel as you do. I think that we are building a immunity, 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 eyes got wide as he saw the prominent sun shaped necklace. `` Timora ? May I have your necklace a while ? I will do my better to riposte it unharmed. ''

bowing she took the sun shape off handing it to Ambrose. `` You may have anything of mine lord. I live to assist 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'n'roll that the ship was resting against. Escaping inside as soon as Timora was out of batch Ambrose walked to Skylos.

[ So you like her I take it ? ] came the view 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 center out ! ] growled Adina 's thoughts.

[ aspect, see her. ] St. Ambrose told her.

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

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

Again St. Ambrose heard Adina gasp. Then across the room he heard her moan as she opened her eyes. `` Yes, '' she croaked. `` I can see where she might recollect that. full cousin ? Why are you in your human word form ? '' 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 same affair. Though all of you have a commanding presence in either form, we prefer your Xendran cast. '' Niaco said behind Ambrose.

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

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

Saint Ambrose nodded his oral sex then continued on to Skylos. `` I think I might give another temporary solvent to power problem. '' Opening his hand like paw Ambrose showed the large sun necklace.

Skylos 's centre got huge seeing the size of it of the necklace. `` Yes forefather this should help if we can position it. The oblong shape might make up that difficult. ''

Going to engineering Skylos scanned the necklace then opened another bedroom. Reaching in, he removed two more burnt blobs of metal. Turning the necklace several multiplication 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 magnate started to go up. Finally five spectons later a huge smile broke out on Skylos 's face.

'' Yes ! We have almost fifty dollar bill eight percent power. That might be enough to get the Kingston-upon Hull factures repaired. Starting them now, it might get a few systems repaired also. '' Skylos said.

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

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

Sighing Ambrose nodded, `` just I intend to detect out a few matter. 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 Dylan Marlais Thomas, Roth, Gwayne, and Gregor. Nodding to all of them St. Ambrose started a scan of their bodies.

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

Taking an hollow syringe Ambrose drew a belittled amount of his stemma. Placing it on a slide he passed it into the med computer for analysis. Again his mouth dropped open when the med figurer confirmed what he thought though felt was impossible.

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

looking at Philip Roth 's serious human face caused Ambrose to laugh longer. This of course scared Roth that St. Ambrose might throw lost his mind.

Suddenly quelling his laugh Ambrose turned to his Quaker and knight. `` I am hunky-dory though I am so shy. I just finished with CAT scan of you three, plus a detailed analytic thinking of my blood. You might remember when I was a cub that eruption of the bleeding paw disease ? ''

Roth 's heart got wide as he nodded, `` As I remember K died on all worlds. If I remember properly it was your father 's Doctor that found a remediation for it. It took mostly the young, and then suddenly struck those past times adolescent age. Are you telling me that we all have bleeding paw disease ? That 's Impossible ! All are resistant now ! ``

Ambrose nodded with a grim smell. `` To that var. yes, this is a different strain. It strike human 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 worried Roth said.

'' No far from it. Apparently the time I spent on Earth has made me immune to this strain also. fountainhead I am now. It just took a bit before my system destroyed it. '' Ambrose took another syringe drawing 4 social unit to the full of his blood. `` I am afraid that this is going to offend my admirer. You are the Lapp blood type I am. I am dingy I am going to take to restrain you. '' Saint Ambrose said as he tightened the simpleness.

'' I am not afraid forefather, as I said I will lay down my spirit for you. '' Roth said. Ambrose nodded as he swabbed Roth 's arm and injected the bloodline. `` How long will I have to ... '' Roth started then his oculus flew across-the-board as he started to shout ! Concentrating Saint Ambrose changed all the way to his Xendran contour. Screaming and roaring Philip Milton Roth went back and Forth River between both signifier with Saint Ambrose barely able to obtain him still.

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

'' Almost, '' St. Ambrose told the three of them. As suddenly as he started Philip 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 consume to suck a bit of blood from myself to cure all of you. I have to part the blood electric cell and blood platelet 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 quell like this rather than be a run victim ! '' Thomas growled. `` Already got enough pain as it is, ca n't hold my sword or fight ! ''

Saint Ambrose 's face screwed up into a scowl as he crossed the room in lilliputian sentence grabbing Norman Mattoon Thomas by the throat. `` You wish to deny the loyalty you swore to me ? ! I should pour down you right here ! Think well your next Book for I will not pause to snap your neck as tardily as a twig ! ''

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

press Saint Thomas into the bulk straits Saint Ambrose growled, `` well ! ? With me yes, or death no ? ''

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

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

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

St. Ambrose look at the med electronic computer 's reading and shook his brain 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 to a greater extent than I my friend. '' Ambrose said with a smile.

A moment later a disturbed Wrena came into the med bay. Placing her hand on her articulatio coxae she smirked. `` Anything to get out of cleanup or feeding. ''

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

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

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

'' eternal 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 reward ! ''

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


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

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

Searching through his memories St. Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [ Timora ? Can you discover me ? ] Ambrose sentiment. He shook his drumhead about to move on when he heard a weak answer.

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

[ Yes ! ] Replied an stimulate Ambrose. `` We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your father is a keen healer ? We need to give this to him, so he can start to heal as many as possible. I only have decent right field 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 question.

[ Please contribute your beginner 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 capable to help.

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

[ trade good, we 'll be waiting delight tell him nothing. ] 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 avert what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting party.

It was perhaps a half toton later that they all heard footstep. Then they heard an adult male '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 of the Church was wondering what this pinch was asking her the whole way who was hurt.

Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped unfold when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat people like creatures stepped out of the darkness. 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 daughter to the death !

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

'' Why ! ? '' The man spit out his own thwarting at the death of the people weighing on him. `` We know goose egg of you, or you of us now ... ''

'' You are a proud potent people very smart, far smarter than any early around. Your masses and mine are related somewhat. It is this family relationship that we wish to extend to you. To relieve all of you. '' Saint Ambrose said keeping a safe length 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 founding father up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the ground.

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

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

drawing four unit of blood plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man 's arm. Less than a one-quarter specton later the man 's consistence started to thrash about threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man 's body finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.

Sighing Ambrose nodded to the others then turned to Timora. `` He should be honest 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 master sir ? '' Timora asked more vex for her father than herself.

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

Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting open an ear splitting wow 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 following to him. `` I have to ... ''

'' Lay there a while 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 human strain. The man 's eyes flew wide as he whispered. `` Cit-Chac-Coh ! ''

Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again .