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Claws of Chaos	By : Collip99 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 4779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lion-O sighed heavily as he read the report.
“If this is true….” Pumyra added “then we have a lot to worry about…..”
“I know……I knew it was too good to be true, where did this report come from?”
“From an off-world operative…..very experienced, I have no reason to doubt it’s accuracy….”
“Then we should get him back here for a full debrief…..”
Pumyra looked awkward for a moment, then her shoulders sagged and she handed him a second piece of paper.
“That brings me to the second report……”
Lion-O’s eyes scanned from side to side and his brow furrowed.
“Dead?”
“I’m afraid so my Lord, it would appear that we are not the only people to employ field operatives…..”
“This shall not stand…..he was murdered whilst doing our work…..that calls for the severest penalty…..”
“Lion-O…..” Pumyra tried to calm him down. “…you know who we’re talking about here……I truly doubt that he cares about your laws…what we need to do is work out what he is planning……”
“We need to call a full meeting, to decide what happens next…..by the way….what is that symbol there??” Lion-O pointed to a small, smudged sigil at the based of the report from his operative.
“I’m not sure Lion-O……I will get it looked into……” she took the report from Lion-O.
“I’m calling a full meeting for two hours time……”
“I’m sure that will be enough time for the computers to resolve this sign…….” She nodded and left Lion-O’s private chamber.
Lion-O stood and walked across to the window and looked out a tiny part of his vast domain. The weather was clear and sunny, it was mid-summer and the nearby town was full of music and bunting as the festival season was in full-swing. All of his subjects were singing, dancing and having fun, but he wondered for how much longer. The report matter weighed heavily in his heart, but the death of the operative hurt him even more. If nothing else it proved that his fears were quite founded and that the peace, calm and stability was nothing more than a big, tempting target for those who wished him ill. He wanted to mobilise his army, his security forces…..everything…but mobilise them where? And when? And how?? He sighed again, he knew that he’d have to wage another war…more people would be killed in his name. Sometimes, just sometimes he hated being in charge.

Meanwhile...
Thunder rumbled overhead, perfect weather for the mood. A figure sat on the stone throne, he threw some recently chewed on bones into the fire. A smaller figure approached the throned figure and got on one knee.
“You summoned me sire?” he spoke softly.
“Indeed I did……..” the figure stood. “You have served me well….you have removed that troublesome insider from the court of Lion-O, it will take many days before a new victim can be installed to report back!” he ushered the kneeling figure to stand. “I have a new mission for you…one that requires your….unique….talents….”
“I am honoured Sire!” he spoke softly and bowed.
“Here……here is who I want….he is to be brought to me without injury….well…..not dead anyway…..” he grinned and narrowed his eyes. The shorter figure read and re-read, he then look confused.
“My Lord…..are you sure? Alive you say?”
“That is correct…..”
“Until you eat him…maybe?”
The larger figure laughed, a sound which echoed around the stone walls.
“Not yet…….he has his uses…..”
The smaller figure raised his eyebrows. “I shall not fail you, Sire…..” he bowed.
“See that you don’t!” he sat back on his throne.

The time for the meeting drew near, Lion-O got washed and dressed and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. Every inch a mighty ruler. Trusted. Loved. Respected by his people. They all knew that Lion-O would protect them from all manner of evil, no ill would befall his subjects. Then the doubt appeared again, and the breeze carried the sound of festival and music through his window. The sounds of good, the sounds of light. The sound of the approaching storm? For he knew that for every hot sunny day, a storm would surely follow. This time his storm had a name, it was a name to be feared a name that would cease the music, happiness and light. The name was…..Grune……and he was back!
Gaston Schwenk sat in his small cell, bouncing a small rubber ball of the wall opposite where he sat. He did this for hours at a time, well…..there was very little else to do whilst in solitary confinement. Schwenk had been in solitary for almost a year now, and he preferred his own company. It wasn’t difficult to prefer. Garan-Corda was a maximum security installation and most of the other prisoners were Thunderian, and most had an axe to grind against the little human, both metaphorically and literally. In his humble opinion the only thing he had to thank Lion-O for was signing that little piece of paper which put Schwenk into solitary. Had it not been for that Schwenk would have been a stain nearly a year ago. Such was his popularity than on three separate occasions inmates had actually tried to break in to solitary, something that was previously unheard of. That piece of paper aside, Schwenk had nothing to thank Lion-O for. He cast his mind back…….
“It what you might call….’rough justice’ Schwenk…..” Lion-O smirked.
“Rough jus…..you know I wasn’t even there that night….you have evidence!!” he shot back.
“Unfortunately that evidence was….lost……” he folded his arms.
“You son-of-a-bitch……this is a cheap, rotten setup!” Schwenk went to stand, but was forced back into his chair by two burly guards who stood behind him.
“Aww, come on Schwenk…..so you might not have had anything to do with this explosion in the marketplace…..but think of all the times you’ve gotten away with murder……it’s just cosmic balance….” he smirked again.
“but what about justice? I thought that was a prime motivator…..” he reasoned.
“Don’t talk to me about justice!” Lion-O’s eyes narrowed. “I should have let Bengali rip your head from your shoulders when he was going to….save all this trial nonsense…..”
“Trial nonsense? Oh Lion-O…you really have changed haven’t you?” this time Schwenk smirked. “What has fuelled this healthy cynicism?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, human……you’re just a fly to be swatted away!” Lion-O growled.
“So how many thunderian lives has this fly ended? Oh, mighty leader” he smiled.
“Enough of this….you will be found guilty and you will be sent to prison for the rest of your life!!”
“I’ll escape…..you know I always do……” he chewed his nail idlely.
“That’s because you’ve always been sent to the wrong prison. Garan-Corda is a lot harder to escape from……”
“What??? That’s a Thunderian prison…not for humans!”
“Until now…..goodbye Schwenk….see you in court!” he turned and left Schwenk to his ranting and raging.
Schwenk was tired of his rubber ball. He stood and looked out the cell window into the night sky, seeing if he knew which direction New Thundera was….where Lion-O was.

The council chamber was full and they all sat waiting for Lion-O to explain why they were there at such short notice.
“Friends…..I have come into receipt of a disturbing report from an off-world operative….a recently murdered operative. It would seem that the waiting is over. It appears as if Grune has escaped the astral prison he was in.”
There were groans and gasps from around the table.
“At this moment in time we’re not sure what his plans are, but I’m hoping that Pumyra can enlighten us some……” he sat down and Pumyra stood.
“Thank you Lion-O. At the bottom of the report we received there was a small symbol written. We assumed it’d be an important clue, and so it has turned out to be. The computer has deciphered the symbol as representing the Claws of Chaos…..”
“But….that’s just a legend!” Panthro snorted.
“Not so much a legend…more of a mystery….” Tygra replied. “The Claws of Chaos are, in theory, just as real as the Eye of Thundera itself. The main difference is that nobody knows what happened to the Claws of Chaos……” he finished.
“Are we to assume that Grune is somehow trying to locate the Claws of Chaos?” Cheetara asked Pumyra.
“That remains a possibility…….” she replied.
“How will he be able to find them??” Panthro asked.
“Well….that’s a good question….” Pumyra continued. “Millennia ago, when the true destructive power of the Claws of Chaos became known, they were hidden and all Thunderian records were destroyed, to prevent research being used by the forces of evil….”
“So…there now remains no record!” Lion-O said keenly.
“Not exactly……I did some searching and found this….” She pulled out yellowed, torn and tatty parchment. “It seems that despite the best efforts of the elders in destroying the thunderian scripts…this remained hidden in plain view…..” she passed it to Tygra for closer scrutiny.
“I assume this is the same symbol…..” he pointed out with his claw.
“Yes…….”
“I’ve never seen the like before…..it’s not a language I recognise……how well did the computer translate it?”
“It didn’t…….” she sighed. “It’s an ancient language called Lavinian, there hasn’t been a native speaker for hundreds of years. I believe the secrets hidden within this manuscript would foil any attempt at the computer using ‘guesswork logic’…..”
“So if we cannot translate it….neither could Grune….” Bengali asked, hopefully.
“That is correct…….”
“So assuming neither he or us pull out that needle in a galactic sized haystack….we’re safe…..” Lion-O asked.
“Well……” she looked uncertain.
“What’s wrong?” Panthro asked.
“Our records do confirm that there is at least one person who has enough knowledge of the Lavinian language to translate this…….”
“..and that’s bad?” Lion-O was confused.
“Yes…..because the one person who could help us find the Claws of Chaos is currently sitting in a small cell in Garan-Corda!”
“Great Jaga….no!” Lion-O stood.
“I’m afraid so…….Gaston Schwenk can at least read Lavinian….that much is certain…..” she sat down and sighed.
The Lord of the Thundercats sat in his private study and he was joined by Tygra, Panthro and Pumyra. The discussion had been frank and at times heated.
“I really see no other way……” Pumyra shrugged.
“There has to be…….” Panthro growled.
“What if I can modify the computer to try and break this code……” Tygra offered again.
“Like I’ve already said…this isn’t a code….it’s a language…a long dead language. Sure the computer will give an estimation……but do you really want to risk a guess?”
Tygra looked awkwardly at Lion-O.
With a determined look Lion-O stood. “Very well……let’s put this in perspective……..he’s one human…..we’ve caught him once…..he knows his place….we’re Thundercats, people…..not scaredy cats!”
“I agree…..” replied Tygra.
“Panthro? Pumrya?” Lion-O asked.
“Well…….” Panthro took a deep breath. “one wrong move…..”
“And he’s history…..I promise you!” Lion-O added quickly.
Pumyra nodded in accord.
“We need to get the Claws of Chaos before Grune does…….” Tygra spoke.
“..and we need to get Schwenk before Grune does too…..” Pumyra added.
“I need to prepare a shuttle…..I’m taking a trip to Garan-Corda!” Lion-O smiled.
Twenty hours later……..
A larger hand grabbed Schwenk’s shirtfront and lifted him from his slumbers.
“Come on monkey……you have a visitor!” the guard growled.
“Monkey? Monkey?? Yesterday I was ‘sleeping beauty’……what a difference a day makes! Visitor? Who??” he yawned.
“You’ll see…….” two other guards arrived and Schwenk was double-cuffed and he shuffled down the corridors to an empty interview room. He was shoved onto a small wooden stool and he leaned on a creaky table. What happened next made him fall off his stool.
“YOU!!” he spat and lunged headfirst at the lion, he was quickly subdued by the guards and placed back on his stool.
“I was in the neighbourhood…thought I’d drop in and say ‘hi’….” he beckoned for the guards to leave them.
“But…sire…..he is dangerous……..” one guard chirped up.
“Yes…..but he’s cuffed and I’ve buffed up my nails…..if you hear screaming….it’ll be him….not me…..” he replied confidently. Lion-O sat as the guards left and locked the door. Schwenk remained deeply unimpressed by his visitor.
“So tell me Schwenk….how is prison? I bet it’s a little quieter now you’re in solitary…..”
“I don’t have to talk to you…..” he said quietly. Lion-O got out a small fragment of paper and slid it over to Schwenk.
“Love notes? How touching!” Schwenk snorted.
“Read it…..if you can!”
That piqued his curiosity. He glanced at the paper.
“Pretty shapes……how nice….” Came the simple response.
“What does it say?” Lion-O was getting anxious.
“How should I know??” came the response.
“Enough with the games Schwenk…….” Lion-O growled softly.
“Is this a game? Or….could it be that you…..mighty Lord Lion-O….need my help??”
He was flustered for a minute.
“Can you read it!?”
Schwenk just shrugged in response, the lion’s blood reached simmering point.
“I didn’t think you could…….Tygra bet me you could and I said you couldn’t…..lion wins again…..” he smirked and put the paper in his pocket and stood. “Nice seeing you monkey…..” he went for the door.
“So…what are the Claws of Chaos then?” Schwenk quickly spoke. In his mind Lion-O punched the air.
“I can cut you a deal Schwenk……translate a whole text of this language I can see a way to....I don’t know…..making your life easier around here……”
“Life is easy enough thanks…..no deal…..”
Lion-O gritted his teeth slightly.
“OK….I need you to join me on a little….trip…….”
“No…sorry, not interested…….” He smirked, the lion’s eyes narrowed.
“Then you leave me no choice…….” He pulled out a green slip of paper. “You know what this is??”
“No….should I?”
“This is a slip that keeps you in solitary…….” He ripped it in half. “Ooopsy…….oh well….plenty of room on the main wing for you….”
“But….but….they’ll kill me…You know they will!!” Lion-O hammered on the door, a guard opened it.
“I’m done here……Mr Schwenk is to be taken to the main block….no more solitary for him…….” The guard beamed at this news. “Yes sire…..straight away……..”
“NO!!! Lion-O wait……wait……” he blurted. Lion-O spun on his heel and looked at the panicked human. “Yes? You want something human??”
“I’ll do it! I’ll go with you!!!”
Lion-O paused and rubbed his chin. He watched as the human got more and more anxious. After what seemed like an eternity he spoke to the guard. “Prepare for him to leave with me in twenty minutes……..”
“Yes sire…..” the guard was dejected.
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