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I-Jin Kats	By : Daniella Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 1341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAT Kats or any of it charctars or make money off them. They all rightfully belong to Hanna-Barbera American animated series

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Chapter One

“Talking”

‘Thoughts’

Author Note: A other new story and Beta-read by Ulyferal, thanks. Also the song is from the CD .Hack//Sigh original soundtrack 1. It called Yasahii Yoake(Gentle Dawn) it been transiation. Please read & review

The sound of feet echoed off the eggshell colored hallway walls as a strange old tom kat in a silver gray business suit walked down it. His paws were clamped tightly behind his back, his white hair brushed back severely from his face, his fur a mousy brown color and his eyes an eerie red.

His face was set in a scowl as his eyes cast glaring looks at his employees as he passed them. His eyes were cold and unemotional making his employees uncomfortable. Those eyes were as sharp as a hawk and missed nothing much to his employees dismay and fear.

He turned a corner and walked down a dimly illuminated hallway till he reached a pair of metal doors that towered over him. He moved to the side of the doors and entered his master code into the keypad located there.

The doors opened with a whistling noise. He stepped inside of what was a large room that was in darkness except for the light coming in a heavily secured window across from him and leading into another room. He strode in ignoring everything inside as he moved purposely toward the other secured door across the room.

He passed a strange shaped cage with tubes and wires coming in and out of it, a meter of some kind on its front that read zero and one. The cage was shaped like a bell and had solid walls so one could not look into it.

As he reached the other door, he once more entered his code in the keypad and waited till the door slid open before stepping through. This room was a pale-yellow color, smaller, and had three doctors sitting in front of a mainframe computer on a side wall away from the door and the observation window. The Kats startled and looked up as the old Kat approached them. They jumped to their feet hurriedly.

“Dr. Nakamura.” Dr. Miler said he was a light-colored blond tom kat with matching eyes and hair.

Dr. Nakamura grunted at him as he moved closer to the mainframe then looked back at the window. The other two doctors glanced at each other questioningly but said nothing.

“Any change to number one?” The old tom demanded.

“No, sir. Everything’s remained the same.” said a bit nervously. There was just something off about this tom that sent chills down his back.

“Open it.” The tom barked then went back out the open door without waiting for a response to his order, fully expecting it to be obeyed.

Dr. Miler and the others did as they were told quickly typing some instructions into the computer. Moments later, the weird cage began to whine as a line down it’s center began to slowly open a mist flooding out immediately from its interior.

The old Kat was already walking up to the cage and watched dispassionately as the doors opened to reveal a figure laying against the wall with its arms chained to the wall, its legs splayed on the floor where it sat. It’s head lolled down resting on his chest.

Dr. Nakamura slowly strolled into the cage but stopped at a black and yellow line that was painted on the floor. He was no more then eight meters away from the figure.

The figure was that of a male with pale colored skin and short spiked red hair. His ears and tail were the same color as his hair but they did not move even when Dr. Nakamura came in. He had brilliant green eyes that stayed downcast. He shifted his body a little to get more comfortable then went still once more. His pupils were constricted but they held a dark cold look of hatred.

Dr. Nakamura looked the tom over with a dispassionate stare. It had taken his people three years to find this creature since they had learned of his existence.

His life’s work depended on this male. He was a Savannah. A rare and nearly extinct species hiding out among Katkind. Nakamura had plans for these creatures plans that included increasing their numbers. They were dying out and he was determined that wouldn’t happen.

He had his researchers working tirelessly to figure out a way to use Katkind to help save the Savannah race from extinction. Savannahs had bred with Kats over the years and diluted their DNA. Nakamura had his researchers find those Kats with enough Savannah DNA in their genetic strands to use in his experiments to increase the Savannah coding to dominate over its Kat one then find a way to breed that beefed up DNA coding into a new generation to produce pure Savannahs.

It was during his research about Savannahs that it was discovered this species was an evolutionary branch of Katkind. From history, the scientists learned that Savannahs had an inherent need to dominate or kill any race that wasn’t theirs.

It was argued in the learned halls of academy about why this was so. Some advocated it was a part of the Savannah’s personality while others insisted it was due to long term abuse by Katkind, both mentally and physically. In the distant past Katkind was afraid of the Savannahs due to their special telekinetic powers.

They used their telekinetic powers to form mental ‘hands’ which could pass through solid objects, cutting through stone and flesh with equal ease. They were swift and lethal within a certain distance but that could be extended when they used other objects like projectiles to kill at greater distances.

During Nakamura’s experiments with a full Savannah, they determined the species could also form an invisible shield that was capable of stopping and deflecting most standard ammunition. A little side skill of theirs was the ability to detect the location of each other some distances away.

Nakamura felt the Savannah’s were a better choice for this planet then Kats and set about trying to increase their numbers. A strange infection some decades ago had rendered many of them infertile or killed them outright before they could reproduce.

The good news though, was recently he saw signs of them recovering their numbers but at a painfully slow rate. The tom before him was one of those rare males who could breed but females were still few and hard to find. That would change now. What he planned would increase their numbers more rapidly.

“Hello, Number One. I have some good news for you.” Dr. Nakamura rumbled.

Megakat City…11:53

Inside the building of Enforcers Headquarters, a tom kat with dark brown fur, gold eyes and short cut ebony hair. He was tall, towering over nearly all his employees with well developed muscles that rippled under his fur. He sat at a large pedestal desk, hunched over doing piles of paperwork.

He was known as Ulysses Feral the Chief Enforcer of Megakat City’s military force. It had been a rough, hard day at work for the overworked tom. The Pastmaster had shown up earlier today wreaking havoc and disorder and, as usual, Feral and his Enforcers tried to stop the sorcerer while trying to minimize the damage per Mayor Manx’s idiotic orders. And, of course, it was the SWAT Kats who not only stopped the Pastmaster but caused the damage the Mayor had not wanted, leaving him to do the clean up and paperwork in the aftermath.

Feral paused in his writing to scowl as he remembered how Mayor Manx, Deputy Mayor Briggs and his own niece thanked the SWAT Kats then turned on him. The Mayor and Deputy accused Felina and him of not doing their jobs.

Ulysses would love to snap a perfect retort at that pompous windbag of a Mayor about cutting his enforcer budget almost constantly to fund his own expensive and worthless projects. But as always he choked on his anger, kept his mouth shut, and went on to clean up the mess and do the paperwork.

Felina was off duty now and was no doubt in the company of her lover, Chance Furlong, aka T-Bone just as he was certain, Ms. Briggs was with her lover, Jake Clawson, aka Razor

They were most likely talking about him and not in a nice way. Sighing and dropping his pen on the desk, Feral pushed his chair away from the desk. He stood up stretching a moment to relieve tight muscles caused by sitting in the chair for to long before turning and walking over to the large windows that allowed him to over look the city.

As Ulysses stared out the window where dusk was falling his mind drifted to those two troublesome vigilantes. He knew that none of the four was aware he knew just who the SWAT Kats were and who their lovers were. He snorted in derision. They always underestimated him. Their heads were so swelled by the city’s idolizing of them that they were insufferable and cocky. They did save the city with their fancy jet and high tech weapons but it only made their egos even larger.

It was that one of many reasons he had booted those two out of the enforcers. They were just too full of themselves, thinking they were immortal or something. They thought they were above the rules the rest of their teammates and coworkers had to follow. They didn’t realize how much their reckless behavior endangered others.

It wasn’t the first time or the last that Feral had seen such cocky attitudes. That very mindset had caused some rookies to find themselves seriously hurt or dead. The way Furlong and Clawson were going, it was only a matter of time before their lucky streak ended though there was no doubt they would receive a heroes burial.

What made it worst was the two she-kats that thought what the two males were doing was right and egged them on. Callie did it because it made her feel she had control over something that would save the city without the Mayor stopping and questioning her. His niece, Felina, was doing it for the thrill she got going outside the rules making her an enemy of her uncle. She also loved the knowledge that she knew something no one but Briggs knew about the SWAT Kats.

Feral snorted again at that thought. “As if I wouldn’t find out.”

This seeming betrayal was hard on him. He didn’t think Felina was really trying to spite him, she was just having too much fun. But it still hurt. He was Chief Enforcer for a reason. He’d earned his spot the hard way, with hard work and honesty. He never resorted to blackmailing or kissing ass like a certain lieutenant commander.

He was a highly trained observer something no one seemed to know about him. He never missed a detail no matter how small. He knew how to closely observe people’s abilities. After closely monitoring the SWAT Kats fighting style, piloting skills and marksmanship, making note of how a pair of down and out toms could get their paws on the right parts to build a jet much less the weapons without anyone knowing it he had made the leap to who they were.

Many seemed to forget or not take note the SWAT Kats kind of flying was only done in the enforcers and only an enforcer could have flown a jet the way T-Bone did and shoot the way Razor does without the training gotten in the enforcer academy. Then there was the timeline from when Furlong and Clawson were taken off the force to when the SWAT Kats showed up. It was nothing more then logical deduction.

Though he knew he could arrest them, Feral wouldn’t do so. Not because they saved the city, anyone could do that really as long as they had access to the unique weapons and jet Jake had built. But because the Katizens of the city would rebel and protest any charges Feral could press against them because they saw them as heroes. So to save himself all that grief and having Callie and Felina do what they could to warn or save them, he did nothing.

“Heroes…my ass.” Feral said aloud before closing his eyes and clearing his mind for just for a couple of moments allowing his mind to go blank. Then he heard it...a soft barely heard vocal sound as if someone was trying to talk to him in his mind but they were too far away for him to make out what they were trying to say.

Since his kittenhood, when he was around seven years old and had gotten into a fight with an older kitten, he’d heard this strange voice in his mind. At that time the voice was loud and he understood it easily and knew what it wanted but after a time, it grew more distant and muffled enough that he could no longer understand it.

Because it wasn’t understandable, Feral would just ignore it except for times like now when he was trying to seek a calmness then it would make itself known but still too distant to understand. No matter how hard he tried to shove it out of his mind, it was always there.

Sighing Feral shook his head and opened his eyes to turn to his desk and walk back to it. He picked up his work papers separating finished ones from unfinished ones. As he was doing this he began to sing softly one of the many songs his mother would sing to him before she had passed on.

“Searching for eternity, you are a frivolous dreamer
Holding fast to unreliable dreams. Where are you going?

Searching for the key to open twilight, with the moon’s shadow
Out of reach, I cry. Where am I going?

Even though secrets are lost in our eyes.
We will never break our embrace.

Pale January moon, hide the morning’s glow.
The gentle dawn of night that should not end.

With the weight of a painfully close love,
My separated heart cried out for freedom.

When there was light only in a dark place,
I stared out the small window into the distance.

Pale January moon, sinking into the horizon,
The gentle dawn of a love that should not end.”

Feral’s deep rich and beautiful voice came to an end just as he finished putting all his paperwork away and secured them in locking drawer of his desk till tomorrow. He got up and stepped down from his desk and grabbed his coat from the coat tree and pulled it on. He was buttoning it up as he walked out the door and locked it behind him.

He walked down the quiet hallway to the elevator. Pushing the button, he waited for it to arrive. It pinged and the doors slid open, Feral stepped in and pressed the button for the lobby.

The elevator was empty and at this time of night, didn’t stop as it made its way to the lobby. He rested and tried to go blank again but there was that muffled voice once more. This time he tried to make out what it was saying but the results were the same as always. Sometimes, he wondered what would happen if he could finally hear what the voice was saying and what he'd do. The ping of the elevator interrupted his introspection. The doors swished open and he stepped into the quiet lobby.

He nodded and waved goodnight to the evening shift as he made for the doors and out to the private parking lot used by the workers.

Nothing seemed odd or out of place to Feral as he walked across the lot to his car. He stopped to unlock it, opening the door and shutting it as he got in. Door closed, he started up the engine only to hear a hissing sound then yellow smoke beginning to fill the car. He fumbled with the handle of the car door trying to open it and get out while holding his breath. But the gas was already beginning to have its effect on him. He immediately began to feel drowsy and sluggish as his eyes became heavy and he lost consciousness.

Five shadowy figures that had been hiding among the parked cars in the lot, slipped up to the car while watching for anyone seeing them. One of their number quickly opened the car door and caught the unconscious Chief Enforcer before he hit the ground.

Moving fast, because the Enforcer Headquarters was never unbusy, they hustled their limp cargo to a van parked not too far away. The van door slid open as they approached and the one inside quickly helped pulled the body in.

Feral was laid beside seven other enforcers laying unconscious near him. The door closed and the driver started the engine. The van drove at a sedate speed out of the lot, calling no attention to itself as it pulled out into the light evening traffic and disappearing into the night.

A soft humming sound slowly brought Feral to awareness. He could feel he was laying down on his back and that his body felt soaked for some reason but he could not feel the heavy texture of his clothes from being wet. Feral eyes snapped opened only to have them fill with water. Blinking furiously, he finally got them used to being under water enough that he could see he was in a strange tank filled with water and six Kats clothed in doctor’s uniforms stood over him, looking down.

Horrified, he began to panic for a moment wondering how he could be underwater and still be breathing until his mind sharply made him stop struggling and look and that was when he realized he was wearing an oxygen mask.

Next, he tried to sit up but found his paws and feet and mid-section bound to the floor of the tank. It was then he realized he was completely naked. Anguished humiliation set in. They were seeing him as no one had except for his doctor and his parents. He’d always been ashamed of his body. He’d not been born the same as other males and despite his mother attempts to tell him it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, he just couldn’t accept the fact he didn’t look right. While he was undeniably male in many ways there was one area he most definitely was not.

His hips were a bit too wide for a male but no one would note that but a doctor and only an x-ray could reveal the pelvis was not a male. But what truly gave away the wrongness of his body was the lack of male equipment. There was no way of hiding a female's genitalia, though he spent his entire life doing so.

Furious and bitterly upset, he began to struggle violently to get free. He’d hidden this part of himself for years, not wanting anyone to know, to point and stare, make comments about him. He couldn’t bear this.....their stares......his secret known......horror at what others would think now.....all he wanted was out of here......but it was no use, he was bound tight. Still he fought.

“Sir, Number 17 is fighting.” A female doctor said, with a frown, looking down at Feral as she took notes.

“They all do that at first. Begin the test.” Came the gruff response from a male beside her without looking up.

“Yes, sir.”

Feral tried to rein in his rampant emotions and try to see what was going on around him. He scanned the area wildly as a roaring sound filled his ears, a rumble was felt beneath him and air bubbles began to obscure his vision. Suddenly he felt something sharp, three actually, touch him, one at his neck, back and the base of his tail. The sharpness pierced him at those three points going through his skin and muscles till it reach his spine.

Feral screamed violently as excruciating pain blasted through him. Something raced through every fiber, every nerve in his body, feeling as if his bones were on fire while his fur and skin felt as if they were being melted off. His organs too felt as if they were on fire while his mind felt as if it was beginning to shred into tiny pieces.

The pain seemed to go on and on until Feral could no longer take it and passed out. It was hours later before he stirred again. This time, however, as he slowly regained consciousness, he could feel something was very different. He was sitting down as he could feel his butt sitting on a cold floor. His arms were stretched to the sides and locked to a wall he felt at his back.

He was still naked. Snapping his head up wildly, he looked around but as he jerked his head around a flash of something crossed his vision. He halted and looked to the side as well as he could and saw a long lock of black hair...his hair.

He froze in shock then slowly looked down his body. He was furless! Except for his tail that is. His fur had been dark brown but now he had dark brown skin instead. Something else looked wrong as well. Horror made him choke and stare in shock.

“Wh…What the hell happened to me?!” He finally asked aloud, only to be caught off guard at hearing a soft, low female voice rather then his normal deep male one.

Feral jerked backward as much as the wall allowed and felt her new assets bounce on her chest. “Oh God, I’m completely female now.” She moaned in shock.

She looked around and saw she was in a huge off-white room. On a wall some feet away from her was a window that was about nineteen feet high. Standing behind the window were the same doctors that had stood over the tank that had injected her with whatever kind of drug that caused her change.

“What are they going to do to me?” Feral whispered to herself, fear lacing her new voice.
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