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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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The group marched towards the setting sun and towards their final destination. The point on the map had given little away other than the destination was in a group of mountains that had been poorly and incompletely mapped.
“We should arrive just before sundown…” Lion-O said as they reviewed the map again.
“Then we attack?” Bengali asked
“Depends on what we find, but no, it’s unlikely we’ll march ten clicks then straight into battle…” he sighed. “Can you not find a peaceful hobby? Take the edge off of you wanting a fight all the time?” he added.
“I am what I am…”
“Too aggressive and violent at times…” Pumyra added.
“Had you let me be aggressive and violent with Schwenk this expedition would be over and Grune would be left without any way of decoding the Claws of Chaos information…” he remarked. This brought no immediate reply, because everyone accepted that there was truth in this. Sveta said very little as she walked alongside Pumyra.
“How close were you to Oswyn?” Pumyra asked.
“Whilst my mother was Guardian, my father died…he was a miner and there was an explosion. We were devastated and Oswyn, bless his soul…he helped us out. He could barely make ends meet for himself, but somehow helped us with the funeral and food, clothing. This was before we had the tavern. Father’s income was the only thing that kept us above water. Then the ferryman came to us and kept us above water permanently…” she smiled. “He was a dear man, wouldn’t hurt a fly…” she clenched her jaw. “Had I been aware of what Schwenk had done when I had him trapped in the room…there would have been nothing left of him. Not even an unpleasant stain!” she growled.
“I know that, sometimes, I stick up for Schwenk…But please don’t interpret that the wrong way. He has been a victim of some injustice, and I hoped that deep down there was a nugget of goodness that had been smothered by bitterness and revenge…” Pumyra explained.
“When I rip him apart…muscle fibre by muscle fibre I'll keep an eye out for that nugget…If I find it...I’ll let you know…OK?” Sveta replied grimly.
“Hmmm…” Pumyra had no idea how to respond to that. “You…you are sure it was him…Schwenk…that killed Oswyn?”
“That’s what your buddies told me…” she jerked her head to Lion-O. “Hey! Lion-O…remind me again…How did Oswyn pass?”
“I’m afraid he was garrotted…” Lion-O lied.
“You see, Pumyra? Jinx wouldn’t bother with a garrotte…he has teeth, claws and strength…Cats do not garrotte…”
“I see…” Pumyra replied quietly. “I’m sorry for your loss…”
“Your human will be sorry!”
“Sveta. He is not my human…I did just explain that…” Sveta looked at the puma.
“You did. I apologise…I…I guess I’m just a bit…well…overwhelmed at the moment with it all…”
“Can I get you something for that? Medication, something to take the edge off, maybe?” Pumyra offered.
“No! I need this edge! Especially now…” she replied sharply.
“OK, OK…well...if you change your mind…you know where I am…”
“I do, yes…thank you for the offer…maybe once the job is done and I can start grieving…”
They all continued walking toward the karsts that loomed up on the westward horizon.
Gaston Schwenk held the cube and looked around.
“What are you looking for now?” Ayos asked the human.
“We know what the Claws are…we need to know how to activate them…”
“It’s a machine?”
“I sincerely hope so…if not we’re standing at the next big thing in galactic tourism and nothing else…” Schwenk replied, absent-mindedly. Ayos took a step towards him.
“What I mean to say is can you help look for some kind of…hmmm…panel? Something that maybe this cube can fit into?”
“Any more of your tongue and I'll ensure it fits perfectly up your arsehole!!” he warned. He then called Grune’s men to start sweeping the area. Schwenk look up and around and then to the large limestone slab. He closed his eyes and tried to visualise. He opened his eyes again.
“Pertinax…this slab…it’s a ramp…For things to move up and down…”
“I know…”
“You know?? Well…why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s irrelevant to your purpose…” was the simple answer.
“Right. Yes…OK…” he took a step back and walked to the slab. Above him and in front of the slab were four of the might limestone karsts…the claws. He turned around, to his right and behind him was the fifth. He turned his back on the slab and started pacing away from it.
“Hey!!” Ayos snarled. “Where are you going??”
“Following a hunch!”
“Best not be trying to escape!” Ayos warned. Schwenk stopped and looked at him.
“Seriously…when did an escape involving slowly pacing away??”
The jaguar walked towards him.
“I think the control panel is over here…” Schwenk told Ayos, but Ayos kept walking and grabbed the human by the throat.
“Really? That direction is it?” he snarled viciously.
“Y-Yes…” he squeaked.
“Well…let me help you…” and he threw the human all of twenty feet away from the slab. He landed with a thump onto clumps of thick, tufted grass. He right knee, however ‘thwacked’ on something considerably harder.
“Fuck!! My knee…” he grabbed it and nursed it. He regarded the offending rock and, with a heavy heart realised it was the corner of a large, flat slab.
“Find it?” Ayos loomed above him, arms crossed.
“Yes. I think so…” he replied sourly.
“I’m happy to help…I hope I can help you again very soon…” he grinned a toothy grin.
“I'll need some help…It’s partially buried and it will need to be cleaned up, somewhat…And by that I don’t mean you can use me as a shovel…” he rubbed his knee. Ayos bellowed at three close warriors and they started digging.
“We’ll need some water to wash the slab, so I can read the inscriptions…
Ayos unzippered his trousers.
“No!” Schwenk yelped. “This is the biggest, most powerful machine in history…I have no idea whether jaguar piss would end life as we know it! Although…by the smell of it…no, I'll stop there…” but it was too late. Ayos stomped on Schwenk’s chest, felling him to the floor. Before he could move he was given a dousing of hot jaguar urine.
“Aaargh!! Stop!! Blechhh…it’s in my eyes….my nose…No!” he coughed and heaved.
“When will you learn...pathetic human…You’d best get another uniform now…” he laughed loudly, as did Grune’s men.
“Go get a bowser of water…This slab needs careful cleaning!” Ayos ordered whilst a hot, soggy human got up off of the floor.
After half an hour the sun touched the horizon and the sky glowed a fiery orange-red. The panel slab was clean and Schwenk noted that there was indeed a cubic slot vacant.
“The light is going…We will need portable lights here so I can see what I’m doing…” Schwenk asked Pertinax. Pertinax gave the appropriate orders and then marched off to do other business. Grune stood in his place.
“So…what’s the deal with Pertinax? I thought Grune the Destroyer was the galaxy’s number one bad guy…”
“I am…he is not from here…
“Saran? The galaxy? Well, where is he from then?”
“The other universe…”
“The other…what? How did he get here…and I’m presuming Ayos as well…”
“They found me…Using the same method that brought you from the bridge to me…Each one took a day to cross using that method…”
“Even so…a day to travel between universes…not bad, really…”
“It’s too slow and inefficient for his needs and mine…”
Schwenk thought on this for a moment.
“Ahh…now I understand…so you want to use the Claws of Chaos to bring some more of them over?”
“Not more…all…”
“And how many is ‘all’?”
“I am told he has six hundred thousand troops…”
“Holy fuck!! Six hundred thousand of those!!?” he gasped. “This place will get full very quickly…”
“That’s why we work together…I have access to troop carrier ships…I just do not have many troops…”
“Riiiiight…and how long will it be before Pertinax decides he can just be in charge and does away with Grune the Destroyer?” Grune turned and looked down on the human.
“That shall not happen!” he rumbled.
“Well…it’s a big plan and I’m not sure that’s what the Lavinians had in mind for this. This creates a portal…to travel between two place…not to act as a beachhead for invasion…”
“..and how do you know what the Lavinians designed this for?” Pertinax growled from somewhere behind the human.
“Because…erm…I’m intelligent…mostly…”
“Well…you’re wrong! This was created as a bridge between two universes…after all, one is SO small…” he laughed.
“What makes you think you know what the Lavinians had in mind??”
“Because we ARE Lavinians…oh might, intelligent human!”
Schwenk gulped. “But…but…”
“We were wiped out by the Thunderians?? Well, mostly but a few troops were sucked back into the portal and into a new universe. From there we did quite well and our numbers increased…now it’s time to come back and take what is rightly ours…”
“That doesn’t make sense??” Schwenk frowned.
“Why not?!” Pertinax responded aggressively.
“Well…you said this was created as a bridge between two universes…but...it was created before the troops were sucked into a new universe, accidentally. So…Why create this in the first place? It was not designed as a bridge…”
“I am Lavinian…I should know!”
“You weren’t here then…how could you know it’s purpose?” he argued.
“Be warned, human…you are on thin ice!!” the Lavinian commander growled.
“OK, OK...it’s a bridge…” he gave up. He held the cube up to Pertinax. “would you like to insert this…” he smiled innocently.
“No…you do it…in case it explodes or something…Bring those lights here…” he barked. Lights were set up, illuminating the complex panel. With a gulp and a slow intake of breath Schwenk inserted the cube into the slot. Immediately the whole panel vibrated and all of the sign, sigils and icons glowed a brilliant blue.
“Whoa…I guess we do not need the lights…” and and that moment the bulbs exploded in showers of spark. Everywhere in the camp all electronic equipment that was running exploded. Troops ran for cover and Schwenk felt his hair stood on end. He loomed up and noted that each claw now started to glow faintly blue.
“How pretty…” Schwenk muttered to himself, in awe. He turned to Pertinax. “If this is the energy that’s given just by turning it on, a re you sure you want to start it running a full power?”
“Yes! Do it….now!” he commanded. So Schwenk started reading the complex instructions, then a thought occurred to him.
“You’re Lavinian?”
“Yes, what of it?”
“Why can’t you read this? Why do you need me to read your language?”
Pertinax chewed his lip. “We cannot…through the generations in the other universe the language evolved into something different…This is unreadable to us now…”
“So the mighty Lavinian Empire needs a human to help them….now that ‘s irony!”
“Please just go about your business before we have the need to renegotiate our agreement. My understanding is that Jinx is more than willing to encourage your assistance!”
Schwenk studied the board once more. “OK, here goes nothing. Step one!” he pressed his finger on the first sigil. There was a massive ‘whumph’ and all five claws glowed a brilliant electric cyan. Schwenk was thrown ten feet onto a pre-prepared crash mat. “Ow!!” he groaned. The electricity was palpable in the atmosphere and the smell of ozone was prevalent. Schwenk got up and used the board as support.
“OK...going to phase two…”
From five kilometres away the group saw a massive surge of blue light from the mountains ahead. This was followed by the sound which rumbled like thunder.
“I have no idea what that is…but…we need to get there…NOW!” Sveta shot off at a full run.
“Come on…we need to stick together!” Lion-O bellowed and the whole group ran towards the spontaneous electrical storm.
Steps two, three, four and five were an anti-climax. Sigils were pressed and there was seemingly no effect.
“What’s happening…What’s wrong?” Pertinax placed a huge clawed hand on Schwenk shoulder.
“Probably nothing…it’s like a computer…just because you press a button and see nothing doesn’t mean it’s not working behind the scenes…”
“Go to the next step then…” he urged.
“Very well…” he replied. He pressed the next sigil was pressed and this time there was an effect. At first there was a slight vibration and then, over the next thirty seconds, the ground rumbled and heaved. Tents collapsed and warriors held on to each other for support. Then the mountains started crumbling and the sound was deafening. A huge windstorm whipped around the ‘palm’ of the claws.
“LOOK!! THEY’RE MOVING!!” Schwenk shouted loudly at Pertinax and was just about heard. The mountains were indeed moving. Like fingers each ‘digit’ was folding halfway up and the claws moved inwards. At about forty-five degrees they stopped. The rumbling stopped and the wind stopped. Everything fell silent.
Pertinax’s clawed hand squeezed Schwenk’s shoulder slightly.
“Well done…now continue…” he started pressing buttons into a small green box.
“What’s that?”
“A nano-band transmitter…I’m preparing the troops…Continue…” he urged.
Schwenk paused, worried about whether he was doing the right thing. He knew that his chances of survival were far greater with Pertinax than Lion-O…or Grune for that matter. He pressed the central sigil and instinctively ducked when the sound of thunder boomed. Each claw glowed a blinding blue-white and streams of energy flowed from each tip to a central place close the ramp. A warrior who was standing close to the ramp was vaporised in a flash. This was then followed by a turbulent wind which screamed deafeningly. Everyone held their ears and cowered as the energy streams converged and a small dimensional tear was seen.
“IT’S WORKING!!!”! Pertinax mouthed to everyone that was looking.
Unseen, by the perimeter, Sveta was being physically restrained by Lion-O and Tygra.
“I have to stop them!!” she screamed.
“NO!! NOT YET!!” Lion-O shouted. “We need a plan!”
“We need to stop them before it goes too far and we cannot stop them!! Let me go before I hurt you…Do not obstruct a Guardian in her mission!!” she warned loudly.
“We have to wait! It’s too noisy and chaotic!! We need to be organised, ready and able to see and hear each other!!” Tygra reasoned. Still she bucked and thrashed.
“Sveta….We will not allow failure…You must trust us…please…” Pumyra urged gently.
“This is MY mission!” she roared.
“Yes…and we will back you up…but rushing in a getting killed is no good!! Oswyn won’t be wanting your company this soon…will he?”
Sveta looked at Pumyra and stopped struggling. “No…” she said softly. Sadly.
The portal grew in size and after ten minutes stabilised. The wind calmed and the only noise was the ‘thrumming’ of the energy streams. Grune, Pertinax and Ayos looked on in awe.
“Amazing!” said one.
“Beautiful…” agreed another.
“Is it ready?” came the third.
That question was answered when a rank of huge, red armour clad cats marched down the ramp. Followed by another, another and another. Fifty soldiers cam through and stood in rank and file. Pertinax went and inspected his troops.
“I trust the crossing was stable…”
“Yes, my Lord…Progress in troop movement is proceeding well…”
“Excellent news!!” he beamed. “Move your squad over to that area, to allow more troops through…Grune! Radio the troop ships to come and collect…”
Grune stomped over to the radiocomms.. He picked up the hand held and was about to speak when a large rock smashed the unit to beyond repair.
“What the fuck?!!” he swung around.
“Hold it right there, Grune…and the rest of you…This goes no further…” Lion-O appeared.
“YOU!!” Grune growled. “MEN!!!” he called to his troops who immediately gathered themselves up. They ran towards the lion but scattered when they came under fire from Bengali and Tygra. Pertinax saw the commotion and smiled. “Troops…playtime!!” he pointed at the three cats. The whole squad moved towards the three Thundercats. Schwenk also saw what was developing.
“Crap!” he stayed close to the console.
Pumyra and Sveta moved unseen around the perimeter, to get into position…
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