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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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By mid-morning the whole area had been scoured.
“Nothing….nobody…” Tygra confirmed.
“Everyone gone?” Lion-O gasped.
“Everyone except us…” he confirmed. “We knew what was going to happen. That bought us a valuable few seconds…
Bengali lay up against a rock. His leg heavily bandaged and splinted.
“You OK?” Lion-O asked him.
“Yeah…great…” he smiled and waved at the lion. Lion-O was confused then saw Pumyra, her face puffed up and raw like a butcher’s tray, rattling some pills.
Lion-O winced when he saw the puma’s injuries. “I hope you’re taking some pain relief too…”
“I am…she said softly…”
“That human did all that?”
Pumyra nodded and was then called over by Sveta.
“Yes, Sveta…how can I help you?” she stroked the lioness’ arm.
“Tranquiliser pills…a few please…”
Pumyra paused and then gave her the whole tub.
“Make it worthwhile, hun…and again…thank you…” she left the lioness as she rolled the pills tub in her hand.
“Will this place work again?” Tygra spoke with Lion-O.
“I don’t know…it took one hell of a hammering…and then there’s this…” he walked to the nearest claw…the damaged third one.
“See?” he asked
“See what? It’s damaged…”
“No...this…” he pointed to a silvery shiny area…”
Tygra bent down and inspected it. “It’s metal…Hmmm…You think the rock is just some kind of casing?”
“More like a disguise…”
“So not damaged at all really…” Tygra sighed.
“Probably not…”
“Maybe we should sent a force back and obliterate this place from space…”
“No. Not our decision to make…Sveta is the Guardian…I shall respect her wishes…Besides, without Schwenk, this place is near enough useless…”
“Now that’s a scary thought…that that rat had such a valuable role!!”
“I know…but if he’s still alive he’s in the other universe with his new Lavinian buddies…good luck to him!!” Lion-O replied
“No! He deserves no luck!!”
Sveta strode over. “There’s a few things I’ve packed up. Relics and pieces of the Claws that will need securely archiving. I’d packed up a few metal cases so we’ll need the ship to come here, if that’s OK?”
“Yes Sveta, of course…Tygra, can you see to that please?” Lion-O asked and the tiger walked off to lay in the course.
“Sveta…I have so much to thank you for…most particularly saving Pumyra’s life. That was a brave, if slightly unorthodox…How can we ever repay you?”
“Repay me? Not necessary…I was doing my job and you helped me complete it successfully. I should be thanking you, Lion-O…” she nodded.
“What now for the Claws?” he asked her.
“Well…I shall ensure they remain safe and unusable. The console was mostly obliterated…the cube? Who knows where…”
“And I made you a promise…” Lion-O continued “that I did not keep…”
“What promise?”
“To handover Gaston Schwenk to you…I was unable to and I know how important that was to you…”
Sveta looked away and sighed. “What is most important is that he got justice and his future will be particularly grim! I also hear that Pumyra gave him one hell of a beating…that is nice to know!” she smiled. “I shall return to the tavern and sleep a lot more soundly now…”
“Is there still a role for a Guardian, now they’re out of action? Maybe you could join us? You exemplify the Thundercat way…” Pumyra added.
“Guardians are needed now more than ever! We know what they can do and they are, technically still operational…Pumyra…come with me, you can help carry my new luggage…”
“Let me come and help you…I have muscles too…” Lion-O added.
“No, no…stay with Bengali and we can have some girly chat…Unless you fancy some girly chat, Lion-O?” Sveta teased.
“Have fun…” he sat down. “I'll be with Ben…” and the two females walked back to the infirmary.
An hour later the ship landed in the large area between the claws.
“Time to haul ass!” Tygra called. Ben was out on board first and then the large metal crates were carefully manoeuvred onto the craft.
“No!! Not that one…erm…only the Guardian can move that one…Sorry…” Sveta anxiously called out to Lion-O as he approached one long, black metal case. He put his hands up.
“OK, I understand...I think…” he carried some other gear.
Sveta dragged the metal box onto the spacecraft.
“OK, I think we’re packed…” Sveta panted.
“Where too, miss?” Tygra called out cheekily.
“Home. The tavern! I'll have thirsty customers!” she smiled. With a loud roar the ship slowly lifted of and left the Claws of Chaos still curled inwards.
“That place gives me the creeps!!” Pumyra shuddered.
“Hmmm…I hope never to need to return…” Sveta agreed.
It was cold and raining when the ship landed in a field close to town. Everything was unpacked and taken to the tavern.
“What are you going to do with all of this stuff??” Tygra looked at the piled crates.
“Well, to begin with they’ll be stored down in my cellar. It’s secure and appropriate. I'll then log everything and then it will be stored in different locations. If any of this rubble is valuable…it will take several lifetimes to find. That suits me very well…Once that is done I shall report to the other Guardians…”
“Others? How many are there?” Lion-O asked.
“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you…” she smirked.
They all laughed in response to this.
“You are welcome to stay here for a while if you like?” Sveta spoke “I kinda like the company…”
“That’s very kind, Sveta, but we’d better get back. No beer to serve, but other stuff to do. But hey, we will keep in touch! Then, if you ever need us again, just call. OK?” Lion-O offered.
“A personal service from the Thundercats…I'll hold you to that offer…” she smiled and then hugged them all.
“Safe journey!!” she waved them away. She and Pumyra exchanged one last look and then Sveta closed the door.
When they were back in space they all sat around the table, including the pained Bengali.
“Well, that was one hell of an adventure…” he admitted.
“You’re lucky you’ve still got both legs…” Pumyra nodded.
“I just feel sorry for the other universe…We gave then Grune!” Tygra sighed.
“Any universe with Pertinax and a few hundred thousand troops has little to fear from one Grune the Destroyer. That universe must be a burnt cinder already…” he replied, sadly.
“Do you think Sveta will be alright? Back on her own?” Bengali asked.
“She’s been alone plenty enough time for her to be used to it…”
“Just because she’s alone doesn’t mean she has to be used to it…It must be a hard role for her. Lion-O, I would like to visit her…Not months and months away...but soon…See how she’s holding up!”
“That’s a lovely idea…maybe we’ll all come…” Lion-O agreed.
“Well….maybe, but to take us all from Thundera is impractical. I’m thinking more of that female connection she alluded to. I would like that, I really connected to her. Turns out we had a lot in common after all.”
“Really? I heard you have one hell of a blazing row on the way to the Claws…” Tygra chuckled.
“A near death experience does wonders to add perspective…” she nodded.
“And what about Schwenk? You were his biggest advocate and then you tried to bite his arm off…” Bengali added. Pumyra took a deep breath.
“You don’t need to answer that…” Lion-O jumped in.
“Yes I do…No, Ben is right…” she nodded gravely. I gave him a chance…he could’ve been saved but…but then I realised that once he had power he changed to who everyone said he was. It was horrible! The things he said. The way he tried to re-arrange my features! He fitted in well with the Lavinians…he had the same blood lust…I don’t suppose he would’ve cared if the human race had have been wiped out, just so long as he survived!!”
“Did his arm taste good?” Bengali chuckled.
“Only because I couldn’t reach his neck!” she winked.
“What happened to him? I never did see? He didn’t get away did he? That bastard has a knack of beating the odds!” Lion-O reflected.
“No! I saw him go into the portal. He’s gone forever!” Pumyra nodded. “But hey, can we change the subject…we should be celebrating victory…not…not discussing some dead parasite!” she growled.
“Correct…Shall we stop at Ponta Kalla? Supply ourselves with decent sparkling wine?”
They all laughed and the new course was entered onto the ship’s navcom.
“My…what a lot of luggage…” she clucked her tongue. “well, it’s not going to unpack itself…mores the pity…” she sighed and then she started humping the crates down into the deep cellar. After nearly two hours everything was downstairs. Everything was neatly stacked against the walls in the cavernous cellar. Sveta sat down on a small stool and caught her breath. She looked around at her handiwork. The long, black box was on a table. Black, but to Sveta it shined brighter than the midsummer sun. She got up and slowly walked up to the box. Sveta ran her fingers over it’s dusty surface. She looked at it lustfully and then, moving the light she unlocked it, unclasped the lid and opened it slowly. She looked in and a feint smiled ran across her lips.
“Hello, goose…Welcome back!” she paused briefly and closed the lid again. Locked it and then went back upstairs, turning the light off with a ‘click’.
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