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Love and Redemption	By : Jackalman Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 3132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I quit

The battle ground was an old mutant stronghold built on Thundera from way back when there was a brief mutant occupation in ancient times. The mutants had stolen a key piece of the treasure of Thundera called the Mystic Eye of Thundera. The Thundercats broke into the stronghold and cornered the mutants in the galley, where Jackalman was wearing an apron and oven mitts.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! We're not together!" Jackalman pleaded to Lion-O as he was about to blast the mutants collectively with the Sword of Omens.

"If you don't want to fight Jackalman, you better leave," said Lion-O.

"Yeah, great, listen, can you guys go battle out in the hall or something?" said Jackalman, "This is my kitchen and I don't want my pots getting dented."

"Jackalman, what are you going on about?" asked Lion-O, "We're fighting over that fate of the Mystic Eye of Thundera."

Jackalman looked indifferently at the mutants and pointed to them with his thumb.

"So you're saying they'll be late for dinner?"

Lion-O yelled ho, and Jackalman grabbed his pots and ran for cover. The mutants were late for dinner. His strange behavior was pretty much the same every time they ran into him. He just wouldn't fight. "I'm taking a personal day," he would say when Panthro accused him of being a coward. The next climatic battle that involved a temporary union with some pirates they found Jackalman sitting in the mutant camp reading a newspaper.

"If you're looking for Mummra he went that-a-way," he said as he didn't even look up from reading an article.

Another time he was playing cards with a bunch of lowly locals. He actually invited Panthro to ante-up if he felt lucky. Panthro was a good gambler and was genuinely tempted to shake Jackalman down, but duty called him away to fight the other mutants.
During an investigation to see if the mutants were trying to infiltrate the new Thundarian city Cheetarah pleaded with the Thundercats to ignore Jackalman, who occasionally showed up to go shopping while dressed in odd civilian clothes. He wore a loud colored short sleeve shirt, cut off pants, and a fishing hat with hooks in it. Most of the time he carried a basket he took groceries home with, paid for with odd trinkets of gold the mutants usually found while hunting for the treasure of Thundera.

"Jackalman may be involved in some sort of covert action," Lion-O speculated as he sat at the head of the seat of the Thundercat council inside Thundera's Cat's Lair.

"Lion-O, I don't think we have to pay attention to Jackalman anymore, he's sort of retired," said Cheetarah.

"What makes you say that?" asked Lion-O.

"I saw Slythe take him off active duty," said Cheetarah, "I think he's... dying."

"Dying?" asked Lion-O, "He looks fine to me."

"I saw his hands up close, he has palsy," said Cheetarah.

"Palsy is a condition, not a disease," said Lion-O, "What's he dying of?"

"I have no idea," said Cheetarah.

"Do you think it could be a contagious disease?" asked Lion-O.

"I doubt it, the other mutants would throw him out of their camp if it was something like that," said Cheetarah, "And they would be far more likely to catch something from him thanwoulwould. They don't seem concerned at all by keeping him around. He said what he has is related to his age, like he's getting old."

"Still, I'd feel better if we knew what was really up with him," said Lion-O, "I want you to find out discretely and confirm what Jackalman’s condition really is and how bad he's truly deteriorating. I refuse to believe Jackalman is simply getting too old."

Panthro was listening to Lion-O and wanted to offer a theory of his own, "I don't mean to interrupt, Lion-O, but have you ever seen an old mutant?"

The Thunderteens were listening and Willy-Kit said, "Rataro was alive back in the days when Jagga was still around. He has to be pretty old."

"Yes, but he's from the rat mutant race," said Panthro, "I mean the Jackal mutant race. Has anybody here ever seen an elderly Jackalman?"

Everyone shook their heads no.

"What I'm getting to is this might be their natural aging process," said Panthro, "I've seen all sorts of mutants who've lived just as long as Thunderians, but it just occurred to me I've never seen an old Jackalman."

"But do you consider 34 years to be old?" asked Cheetarah, "That just doesn't seem right to me."

"How do you know how old Jackalman is?" asked Panthro.

"I overheard Jackalman say it to Slythe," said Cheetarah.

"Was it his birthday?" asked Willy-Kat.

"I don't think they celebrate-"

"Why don't we just ask?" interrupted Willy-Kit.

Everyone looked to Willy-Kit.

"What's the big deal?" asked Willy-Kit as she pointed out the window, "There he is right now in fruit market buying oranges. Why not just ask?"

Cheetarah just shrugged and said she'd give it a try. There was a market right next to the spaceport in front of Cat's Lair. Jackalman wore his floppy fisherman's hat over his ears trying to keep a low profile as he examined some tomatoes.

"You look silly in that hat," said Cheetarah.

Jackalman smiled and said, "I like my hat, it keeps the sun out of my eyes."

As Jackalman took some plastic wrappers off a roll to put his tomatoes in Cheetarah tried to ask him a question.

"Jackalman, umm, the Thundercats and I have kind have noticed certain... changes about you."

"You don't say," said Jackalman as he sealed up his tomatoes in the bag and moved onto some romaine lettuce.

"Well, yeah," said Cheetarah, "What you said about having palsy and not being able to fight anymore. It seems like you really meant that. You're acting so odd these days, for a mutant, anyway. How serious is your condition?"

"You want to know am I dying?" asked Jackalman.

"Er,.. yes"

Jackalman smirked a little frown and said, "I hope not, but if my condition doesn't change I will probably... die, a little over a year from now."

"Is it some kind of disease?" said Cheetarah.

"No, no disease," said Jackalman, "It's a hereditary condition indigenous of my people."

"Do many die at your age?" asked Cheetarah.

"Oh, no. They often live for more than a hundred years," said Jackalman.

"Then what's wrong with you?" Cheetarah asked boldly.

Jackalman became withdrawn and said, "I can't say. It would do you no good to know. It's... personal."

"Can we help?" asked Cheetarah, knowing that was never part of the plan but couldn't help but to ask.

Jackalman looked to her for a moment, as though shocked to hear the offer. Cheetarah could tell he wanted to say something but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

"No. I'm pretty sure there's nothing you can do," said Jackalman.

"Why are you so sure? We have some pretty advanced medicines-"

"My condition isn't treated with medicine," said Jackalman.

"Then how?"

"Like I said," continued Jackalman, "It's personal. It just wouldn't help if you knew."

The weight of Jackalman's basket caused his hand to start trembling and threatened to drop. Cheetarah took Jackalman's basket and lifted the handle up to be held around his bent elbow so he could carry it more easily.

"Will you at least think about it?" asked Cheetarah.

Jackalman lowered his head and shuffled his feet a bit, "Okay. But I better go. Slythe would have kittens if he knew I was talking like this to you."

"Doesn't it bother him that you shop here?"

"Not as long as I make a mean kamitz stew," said Jackalman, and he smiled and walked away.

That evening Jackalman had packed his things in the mutant stronghold and left a letter taped to the door of the galley. The other mutants would find it when they got up and expected to find breakfast. It was almost identical to a note he wrote once before the day he turned 30 years old, except for one thing, he said he was sorry.
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