terminal figure

tinton - 2 1/2 minute

specton - 2 1/2 arcminute

Toton - 2 1/2 time of day

minton - 2 1/2 solar day

daycon - 2 1/2 weeks

Malant - 2 1/2 months

quant - 2 1/2 years

galant - 2 1/2 century

Metson - 2 1/2 inches

maclon - 2 1/2 invertebrate foot

heckson - 2 1/2 Swedish mile

tetson - 2 1/2 acres

unit - 2 1/2 ccs

Tac - 2 1/2 pound sterling

Mayan footing

nohchil - Chief

Ahau - King

k'aat - claim

k'iimil - decease

taak'in - gold

Characters

flier Axor ( AKA Ambrose ) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh

king Tomco Traxor - posting 's beat father, Lion kin group

business leader Tobias Traxor - banker's bill 's utterly brother, Lion clan

world-beater Trianna Axor - Bill 's dead mother, social lion kin group of Mandria

world-beater Niaco Traxor - Panthera tigris kin group, Tobias Ilex paraguariensis, now Bill 's

Twitty Glax - Charles Grey Tabby kin group, greenback 's body guard and fellow

Glenna Nox - Bengal kinship group, Bill 's body guard and mate

Mikos Glac - Chartreux kin

Skylos - Commander of star crusier - telegram tomentum clan

Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos Paraguay tea, Xendran Doctor

Theta Panadon - Cheetah kinship group

Cornelius Glax - one of Bill 's Uncles, Grey tabby clan

Conrad Nox - vizor 's other Uncle Bengal kinship group

Assassin mathematical group - Jaguar kin group

moment bravo group - Ocicat clan

Typree Maxor - Sub world-beater of Mandria, Panthera leo kinship group

Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Leo the Lion clan

Timora - The majuscule female parent of the feline multitude, first mate of beginning tribal leader

Hippacamp - Timora 's father, father of Modern Xendran doctor

horse

superior general Roth - Leopard tribe

Gregor - painter kindred

Gwayne - panther tribe

Norman Mattoon Thomas - Lynx clan

Paladins - Female Knights

Wrena - Panthera pardus kindred, Roth 's checkmate

Cetana - Cougar kindred, Gregor 's mate

Dawney - Panthera onca kin, Gwayne 's fellow

Mileen - Lynx clan, Lowell Jackson Thomas 's teammate

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Ambrose could hear Skylos as he was rushing around the deck. He was about to try and help then shook his chief, no all he would do was get in the way. A second later Twitty came flying by on her way to the statement deck. Slowing, she suddenly fell gasping just past St. Ambrose.

Skylos appeared with a third base masque as he hurriedly tried to get the mask on the struggling to suspire Twitty. Clawing at the air Twitty knocked Skylos off his feet. Rushing to Skylos, Ambrose grabbed the mask then pulling Twitty up put it over her typeface.

Gasping in a huge lungful of air she smiled up weakly at St. Ambrose. `` I 'm am proud to be your fellow, sire ! ''

Still struggling to get up Ambrose held her there a here and now. `` Rest a moment you need to get your potency before you go at it again. ''

'' sire ! We have to keep the engine going or we are dead in space. Ugh ! Then help oneself me sire. '' Twitty said as they both walked to Skylos who was just getting off the deck.

'' I 'm going to the engine room. I need you to monitor the shapes I put in with luck we can get sufficiency power to the one working to restart the former. '' Skylos told Twitty as she nodded heading for the command deck of cards.

Saint Ambrose sat after they went in diametrical directions. [ Cousin ? ] Ambrose heard. [ Cousin ? Can you here me ? ]

Shocked a moment Ambrose thinking, [ I am here cousin. Skylos is trying to keep the ship going. We 've lost nigh of our power. He and female monarch Twitty are attempting to repair it right now. ]

[ We will not result 'til we know you are able to set ashore. Just tell me, and we 'll be there in less than a specton. ] Typree thought back.

[ No ! ] St. Ambrose almost shouted in his thoughts. [ I do n't need to endanger your ships along with ours. base by I 'm sure Skylos will have us going soon. ]

Just then he heard Skylos cursing as there was a modest burst. Rushing to the locomotive engine room Ambrose saw that Skylos was laying on the deck gasping for breath his masque across the way. Grabbing it Saint Ambrose struggled to get it on Skylos.

Taking a immense breathing spell Skylos eyes went large as he started to gasp again. bull ! St. Ambrose thought as he saw the crack all the way across the mask. Taking a Brobdingnagian hint he ripped his off securing it over Skylos 's typeface. `` father NO ! '' Skylos yelled then jumped up rushing to a storage console. Searching through the contents he reappeared with another mask.

St. Ambrose nodded as he donned the one Skylos handed him. Donning it quickly Ambrose took a vast lungful of air. Standing up Ambrose nodded to Skylos as they both started to attract several favorable piece of music from the container.

'' Alright Queen Twitty we are starting to locate the art object. '' Skylos stated. `` Slowly sire 'til we have a good match. ''

For the next eight spectons all that could be heard was Twitty going no, no, not even close. Then suddenly, `` terminate ! That one it seems to have the optimum shape. ''

Skylos nodded as St. Ambrose slowly placed the small-arm within the chamber. Quickly closing it Skylos pressed several button as the lights came half way back on.

'' I have the showtime locomotive stabilizing now. I 'm still getting no response from the endorse. '' Twitty called back.

'' right though we are still stagnant in outer space if we ca n't restart the second. We 'd cauterise up long before we crashed. '' Skylos told Twitty and St. Ambrose.

'' I 've started to go through what we have looking for a comparable shape. So far not much luck size or shape ... '' St. Ambrose stopped as he felt a rather large round of drinks frame deeper in the container. Yanking it out Skylos 's eyes went large as he opened the declamatory chamber.

'' Careful forefather if this works it might play everything halfway back up. '' Skylos said as Ambrose very slowly began to place the rather orotund man. `` A little Thomas More father. '' Skylos had a strange looking couplet of glasses out as he started to point Ambrose to slowly shift the slice 'til he was sure it was as close to hone as he could see.

Breathing a suspiration of succour both Ambrose and Skylos smiled. `` You think this will crop ? '' St. Ambrose asked.

'' This is the heavy muscularity bedroom. If we can get this one going then we have a hoot ripe chance. Alright Queen Twitty I am going to contribute the largest chamber online slowly. When it is at L percent, try to re-ignite the 2d locomotive. '' Skylos was telling Twitty.

'' Alright got my eyes on the power output now. '' Twitty replied as Skylos nodded then close the bedchamber.

Nodding to Ambrose Skylos pushed several buttons then grasp a lever as he started to slide it upwards. `` Here we go ! '' Skylos said as he started to push the power mellow.

'' Looking good so far, chamber holding power almost to twenty percent. Now at xx five steadily rising, thirty still climbing, thirty five air circulation has started. '' Nodding to St. Ambrose Skylos lifted his masque taking a mystifying breath.

Ambrose took his off also taking a rich breath then nodding back to Skylos. `` How are the stabiliser ? '' Skylos asked.

'' Power at twoscore percent, I have minimal stabilizer. Still attempting to right our path. XL five pct ! '' Twitty shouted frantic.

'' Sire try to find another like the flesh of the last I 'm going to command to help her re-ignite the railway locomotive. I just hope it does n't take that long to get it going again. '' Skylos said as he moved past Ambrose toward command.

St. Ambrose shook his pass as he started to go through the container. Hope we can determine a few more he thought. Not really wanting to die out here in blank.

Still searching through the container Saint Ambrose felt the ship lurch as Skylos and Twitty again attempted to resume the railway locomotive.

Then Ambrose was hearing cursing coming from the command deck. Then Skylos came flying back to where St. Ambrose was.

Panting a bit Skylos looked at the five or six pieces that Saint Ambrose had found. Holding up one of them Skylos smiled as he opened another chamber gingerly place the opus inside. `` THAT should really aid ! '' Skylos said as he ran for the command deck.

Again the ship lurched then there was a roar as the second railway locomotive came up. Breathing a sigh of relief St. Ambrose was about to leave when Skylos appeared again. `` We have power at lxx five percentage sire. '' Looking at what Saint Ambrose was holding Skylos 's eyes got big as he took four Sir Thomas More from him opening another four panel.

Five spectons later Twitty called back. `` We 're at ninety nine percent, magnate has almost completely stabilized. I 'm heading for solid ground. ''

Skylos nodded as he thanked Ambrose then ran for the instruction deck again. Thankfully they had control as they entered the atmosphere then landed. As he expected, they were met by all his Knights and fighter. Plus the fact that Glenna was scowling at him was n't making affair well-situated either.

'' Mate ! '' She shouted as they ran to him checking out every bit of him.

Smirking Glenna finally looked at St. Ambrose. `` Mate if you were so dying to die then you should take stayed here. ''

Ambrose could only sigh as Twitty was soon in Glenna 's ear telling her all that had transpired. Turning Glenna told all the residuum of Saint Ambrose 's Knights and his Paladins. Philip Milton Roth face twisted into a masque of anger as he stared at Saint Ambrose.

'' Really sire ! If you continue to brush off us protecting you, then I and the others may own to retire from your detail. '' Philip Milton Roth told Ambrose whose cheek suddenly showed great shock.

'' I am sorry Philip Milton Roth ; this takes precedence over even me. If we do n't get these people moved then there will be no realm. '' Ambrose told all of them.

Roth was nodding then stated, `` That is all well and true sire. Remember though, without you not many of these people would go either. So as you see it is a doubled edge brand. Therefore I might counsel that you take both of your mates to uh ... uh hum smooth matter over. I have learned the hard way Sire, an tempestuous first mate can make for many angry, tense moments in your lifetime with them. ''

Ambrose was nodding as he listened to Roth apprize him. Sighing he was new to this the idea of having three mates, it was alien to him, let alone having one. `` I will endeavor to remember what you have said old friend. '' Looking over at a scowling Glenna he leaned over whispering to Philip Roth. `` Any advise for this situation ? ''

Roth 's eyes went with child as he also peeked a tone at an apparently upset Glenna. `` Hmmm, you might justify. Yes, I know but believe me sire, an apology to one 's mate can go VERY far towards repairing the office. ''

Saint Ambrose thought a here and now then nodded his concord. Sighing Ambrose started to move past as Roth wished him destiny. Glenna growled slightly as St. Ambrose approached then bowed his forefront to her. For several tense spectons they all heard the low murmur of St. Ambrose. Then just as suddenly Glenna smiled throwing her implements of war and mitt around Ambrose kissing his face.

Pulling back from him Glenna stated, `` I will call up all of this, let us hope you do also ! ''

St. Ambrose nodded as he moved toward Skylos and Twitty, Glenna following close behind. Skylos was cursing at himself as he was moving at an speed up pep pill. rear and forth between the two engines muttering about respective thing. Finally ten spectons later with all of them watching him he sighed then nodded.

'' So, '' Ambrose said startling Skylos. `` Will we be able to go soon ? ''

'' I 'm afraid we need to await a bit before we go again. I also need to correspond the other ships engines before we even think of setting out again. Afraid it will be two or three totons before the fixing systems will give the ship ready sire. '' Skylos informed Ambrose.

Sighing Saint Ambrose nodded. `` I was afraid that we were pushing far harder than the ships could take. Alright get hold of your clock time get them as set up as you can. '' Turning toward Roth and the other knights, the paladin and both his mates he stated. `` I think it 's about fourth dimension that Cit-Chac-Coh paid a visit to the opposing United States Army. ''

Both his mates started to resist as Ambrose held up his paw. Still Glenna continued, `` Ilex paraguariensis ! We do n't think that is a good motion. They could over power you ! ''

Ambrose smirked at all of them, `` You seem to give birth forgotten about the skill all of you posse, plus the power that I wield. No I think that they will take heed as the younker that I let go said. ''

'' Sire, '' Roth said a moment later rubbing his Kuki-Chin. `` Might I suggest that when we do this that we all go in fully armed ? I also suggest that we hold a standard engagement shape. Everyone in mate covering all that they can get to. ''

Ambrose was nodding it was a sound strategy, `` We might also not go all the way in. Having to belt down various thousand might make matter far more unmanageable at the end. The city has to fall THAT is a fact of history. ''

Philip Roth and several of the others were smiling bigger. Not having to fight through as many if necessary was a hell of a lot better !

'' So, '' Glenna said as she drew her sword. `` When do we leave behind ? ''

Ambrose considered a second then spoke, `` I was thinking about right now. As all know there is no considerably meter than the represent. ''

All of them nodded as they all started to load up all of their arm. Ambrose sighed hoping that this did n't turn into a blood bath. Though he had been itching for a conflict as he was indisputable his partner, knights, and paladins were he hoped this worked.

As they moved out of the city toward the long line of warriors Ambrose could see that the Tikal warriors were seriously out numbered. There had to be one C of thousands of opposing warriors against what Saint Ambrose could see were only a few thousand of the Tikal warriors. Ambrose could see that they were all lofty to die for their urban center and for him.

fillet Ambrose talked to the Tikal magnate explaining what he was going to do. Though the King was n't happy about what Ambrose 's group was going to do, who was he to argue with the deity ? St. Ambrose 's grouping moved past drawing closer to the enemy lines. A few moments later there was a great shouting as the ranks parted to permit the man looking company in.

Again stopping Ambrose spoke to the obvious loss leader of the warriors there. The man was shaking, bowed to the ground as Ambrose requested that the man send for the kings of the two cities. `` I know that Calakmul and Caracol are both here. '' Ambrose said shocking the man.

Very slowly the man nodded as he started to shout out edict. Moving a little further forward all of Ambrose 's party stood inside a tent like structure to await the Martin Luther King Jr.. Yuknoom Ch'een II was the first to arrive with a huge amount of soldiers. Nodding to Ambrose he sat on one side of meat of the Brobdingnagian social system.

A mere specton later Yajaw Te'K'inich II appeared at the opening eyeing the male monarch of Calakmul. Then his regard settled on Ambrose as he fell to the flooring. `` Forgive me noble Cit-Chac-Coh ! The messenger did not say that I was summoned by a god ! ''

Yuknoom Ch'een II scoffed as he stared at Yajaw Te'K'inich II, `` a god I see no ... '' he started then was quickly quieted by the tip of Roth 's sword at his pharynx. The thing is no one had actually see Roth move. Then he saw that St. Ambrose was in his feline form.

'' I suggest, '' Roth said a low growl in his throat. `` That you rethink your succeeding news. I have no job opening your throat as wide as I can for your insults ! '' The king nodded as he looked at the sword at his throat.

Ambrose sighed as he put a hand on Philip Roth effectively stopping him from killing the business leader. Shaking his head he thought it 's never easygoing.

Yuknoom Ch'een II swallowed hard as Philip Milton Roth eased the press off his brand at the king's throat. `` Forgive me Lord Cit-Chac-Coh ! Your guise pelt you so well we did not know. Are you here to quit us from taking this city ? We were told that it was the clip to attack. ''

'' No, I am not here to stop you. I am only here to puddle sure enough you do n't assail for another four of your daylight. After that fourth dimension I must return then you can have the city. Until that clock time I would observe it displeasing to have you even enter the city. I trust I can depend on you not attacking 'til then ? '' St. Ambrose said smiling showing all of his teeth.

Both big businessman were rapidly nodding their promontory, `` it will be as you say Lord Cit-Chac-Coh ! We will not aggress 'til then. '' Yajaw Te'K'inich II said as he went prostrate before Ambrose.

Like wise Yuknoom Ch'een II was beside him also prostrate, `` you will have no trouble with my warriors either noble ! ''

'' skilful ! I 'd hate to give birth you take the urban center with one-half as many of your warriors. '' Ambrose said a low smile on his face.

Both men looked at each former with a grimace. `` We will not forget nobleman ! '' Both men climbed to their feet standing before Ambrose hesitant to allow for.

'' You both may go. '' St. Ambrose said a soft growl issuing from his throat. Both Men bowed then scrambled out as they started to call lodge to all those there.

'' Well, '' Ambrose told the residual of them. `` That went far better than I hoped for. ''

'' Well, '' Twitty said as she and Glenna took up positions beside him. `` You do have a commanding comportment Paraguay tea. That plus being as handsome as you are. ''

Ambrose just grunted at her commentary, he thought he was far less handsome than she thought. Moving toward the fringe of the camp, Ambrose was surprised when an old soldier stood in his way.

'' I for one do not conceive the stories I have heard. Stand fast that I may have it off the truth ! '' The older soldier said.

Ambrose held his paw out to hold the others back. Smiling, he slowly drew his steel. A bit of practice would be secure he thought !

Ten spectons later he was still smiling. The soldier was good, though not as unspoiled as Philip Roth, still very commodity. Finally Roth sighed shaking his caput, `` Really bring forth, we have n't the metre for this ! simply end it ! ''

The soldier 's eyes got prominent as Ambrose nodded then increased his speed, then twice as a great deal. Pressing he soon had the soldier backing up only able to parry all of Saint Ambrose 's thrusts. Finally feigning high the going low Ambrose twisted the sword from the soldier 's script.

Falling to the ground the man bowed his head. `` I concede defeat, you must be Cit-Chac-Coh ! Only a god could have defeated me. My living is yours Godhead. ''

'' Arise warrior ! '' St. Ambrose said. `` your fourth dimension is not over yet. Though I do suggest you get better, One never knows when the gods might want another sparring sitting. '' With that Saint Ambrose and the others moved off leaving the stunned man staring after them.

The man stood bowing his head again, thankful that he had the skill he had. Plus he thought he was glad that his actions had not angered the god Cit-Chac-Coh !

Roth was shaking his caput as they finally left the enemy clique. `` You were playing with him the unharmed time were n't you beget ? ''

Ambrose nodded as he turned to Roth, `` Any practice I get helps Roth. Perhaps one day I can move more like you, and then I might not necessitate the tycoon as much. ''

Roth smiled as he also nodded, `` that would be a wondrous day indeed as you still go slowly sire. Then again you are a new fencer. '' Ambrose narrowed his oculus then started to laugh he really was after all .