It's Good to be the King | By : The_God_Mandalord Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Great Swamp. Homeland to the lizards, and it has been under the steel hand of the Empire since the dark times. But ever since Mumm-ra's return and the raise of his Dominion, things had begun to change more and more. The lizards began to raise their sword against the cats, yet again.
Lion-O, who acts as the stand-in King while his father is back in the homeland, and Ko'va Slithe returning from the Shifting Sands, both declare themselves the rightful rulers of this land neither will yield to each other. The Great Swamps was once again engulfed in the chaos of war. The Great Swamp's midlands - the only area that was stable enough for farmland - near the border of Medica and Korava, looked bleakly peaceful. Only the disposed remains of lizards and cat alike lay within the fields. Burnt ciders of former farm houses scattered in the wind as Lion-O and his ThunderCats moved the rendezvous area. The way he had it figured, if he ever came back here it would be the death of him. His right leg creaked and tensed just at the sight of this land. They were getting close. They had to go through a small refugee encampment, built for Empire loyalists. This was supposed to be a place of refuge, where these lizards could rest and be healed by their allies. But instead they faced thievery, rape, and prejudice from the same cats who swore to protect them. "Oh wow," Lion-O's young Sergeant Major, WilyKat, said as he rode alongside him. "Things are worse here than I imagined, your highness." They passed through a row a pikes, each displaying a head of a Mumm-ra supporter. "To think that Medica, once the crown jewel of the Great Swamp's midland, would be turned into this... pitiful state. It'll be a while until we change it back into the paradise it once was." "WilyKat, don't speak like we are the lord and savior of this land." Lion-O said. "The ones who reduced this prosperous state is us." He then turned his head to the side. "What is that?" WilyKat looked to where Lion-O was looking. Several companies of the White Tigers were setting up a base of operation, and enjoying the many spoils of battle. "Those are troops you ordered to pull back." "No, that's not what I meant. What are they doing?" "Uh... they are pillaging sir," WilyKat said. "And looking for good girls to spend the night with or sell as slaves." "That is outlawed." Lion-O said abruptly. No hesitation or hint of emotion. "I want those soldiers to demoted three ranks. If any refuse, then they are to be beheaded and strung up on their own pikes along the road as punishment and example." "Sire, that is kind of harsh. I mean, taking spoils of wars is as old as war itself. To have that outlawed is..." "We cannot go around acting like the greater of two evils. If we do, then this war will never end." Lion-O said. "I shall say it again, demote them. If they refuse, kill them." WilyKat was hesitant at first, but followed his commander's order. "Yes, sire." As WilyKat ordered his soldiers, Lion-O looked over to the camouflaged tents; seeing an old friend and his staff planning out the next campaign. "I am honored that you made the journey all the way out here, your highness." General of the armies, Panthro, gave a small nod to Lion-O. That was as far as he was going to bow. "Panthro," Lion-O pounded his fist with Panthro's large metallic fists. "It is good to see you again. I'm actually shocked to see you're still drawing breath." "Grune keeps trying, I can tell you that much. How is your leg feeling, any nostalgia?" "Any time I breathe or look around," Lion-O chuckled. "How are the arrangements?" "It is all ready, sire." Panthro said. "We are still waiting for Tygra's word. But I don't think this is going to work as you plan. Might scare them a bit, but not completely surrender." "No, no." Lion-O said. "Since I'm here to inspect the battle, I should make sure that my plan works." "Haj-Ei of Medica is a timid lizard," Panthro said. "You should not worry about him." "A man's character and value as a pawn are two completely different things." Lion-O said. "I shall go and decide for myself. And also, there is another reason why I came all the way out here." "Speaking of which..." There was a low, growing rumbling noise coming across the midland like thunder rolling. This was then followed by someone yelling out, "LIIOONN-OOOO!" Tygra was charging leagues ahead of his lieutenants, and did not care one way or another that he was about to address his commander and chief... or how many innocent civilians were in his way. Either way, he was **. "Tygra must first be calmed down," Lion said as he dismounted from his ride. "He and his men can be quite the baggage." "Agreed." Panthro sighed. Tygra jumped off his ride and allowed it to keep charging through the camps. He had better things to do. "You little shithead!" he spat at his adoptive brother. "How 'bout I greet you with my fists." "Tygra, you looked like hammered **." Lion-O said, quite calmly when compared to his brother. "WHY YOU... YOU... GAHHARAL!" He could not put his frustration and tension into words. Just a loud roar. "I hate being stopped in the middle of the fight! I hate it even more then retreating!" His own lieutenants had now caught up to him, and were keeping their captain from attack the stand-in king. "Medica has called for a truce." Lion-O explained. "The outcome of our battle here has already been decided." "YOU IDIOT!" Tygra yelled. "A battle is something that will not... no should not end, not until the enemy commander's head has been taken! A little more and would have had Haj-Ei's head!" "Don't be concerned over such petty matters. Haj-Ei is merely the lord of Medica. You must open your eyes. There is someone much greater that you have to defeat." "I don't care about that! I just want to finish what I started!" "In the East, Grune's son, Graves, has shown signs of suspicious movements." Panthro explained. "Your assistance is needed for the upcoming battle in the eastern front. Tygra, your overwhelming prowess in battle is needed elsewhere." "I decide who and where I fight my battles, you gods-damned greyskin!" Tygra then turned back to his brother. "Lion-O! You haven't forgotten, what I said back then, have you? What you're gonna do from now on, and who you're gonna become. I'm gonna see with my two eyes. You still haven't accomplished anything. A greenhorn that hasn't even become the emperor of Thundera yet." His temper seemed to cool a bit, but he still chastised Lion-O. "You can't keep avoiding your battles, little brother. The road that lies ahead of us can only be crossed in iron, bullets and a whole lot of blood." He then noticed that his men where still holding on to him. So he started to throw them off. "Just how long are you gonna hold onto me for? Get off!" As he started to walk away, Tygra said, "I'll go easy on you today and walk away. But I'll warn you little brother, do something like this again and there will not be a second time." "You have to admit, you brother has gotten quite brash as of lately." Panthra whispered to Lion-O. "His impudence might get him in trouble." "No, he gave me some good advice." Lion-O said. "He is a man that has nothing to hide. "How pleasant would life be if we could live like him." Panthro was just at a lost for words. "Hey, Tygra! Is there anything you want me to tell Cheetara?" "No. Just that I'll be home as soon father croaks." "That's rather dark." Lion-O remounted his animal and took off. "Let's go visit Haj-Ei, shall we?" The inside of Haj-Ei's helm glowed like the sun in mid day. Mountains of gold ignots. Flawless cut diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, garnets, and amethysts embedded into expert artisan made jewelry. Chests over flowing with coins. Deeds to land. Ivory tusks of great fallen beasts. Headdresses decorated with the Ebony weapons and glass-smithed armor from days of old. Fine rugs and clothes imported from half way from across the world. And most importantly, barrels filled with aged, spiced liquor; one of the lizard's luxurious exports. All of this laid at the feet of Lion-O, Panthro and WilyKat. Panthro was unimpressed. Lion-O kept his gaze focused straight ahead. WilyKat could not help but look down. Kaj-Ei and his kin stood next to it. "This is all I have." Haj-Ei said, clearly not proud of what he has to do to guarantee peace. "This should be worth around eighty-thousand pounds of gold. This is my offering. This shall be all yours if you agree to pull your troops from Medica. This should not be a bad deal at all." "In other words, a danegeld, Haj-Ei." "What is your reply, Lion-O?" Lion-O picked up a jewel encrusted necklace. A silver laced amulet this several strands of diamond, rubies and emeralds. The main jewel was a blood red diamond, crafted into a fang. Lion slip it into his pocket. "This is much too cheap." the lion said with a twisted smile. He then climbed up the small hill of fortune and glitter until he stood dead center, and all eyes were on him. "Let me get this straight. You wish for me to accept this payment and quietly leave Medica. Is that right, Haj-Ei?" "Yes. But it's eighty thousand pounds!" Haj-Ei explained. "There's no way this would be enough for a danegeld!" "It's still not enough." Lion-O said. "You would realize that if you only thought about what you were doing." Lion-O looked down on the lizard with the kind of cold look that would freeze moving water. "In essence, you have asked me, the king of Thundera, to leave land that already belongs to him. And yet you still think this meager amount excuses you to commit an act of such disrespect to the king himself?" Haj-Ei was at a lost of words with so much hatred and resentment towards his former leader. "I am your king!" Lion-O said. "And your king has come personally to this land to quell the rebellion." "Silence!" Haj-Ei's eldest son, Kam-Ei, spoke what his father was truly thinking. "Our true king is lord Slithi of the Great Marsh, not you!" "Quiet!" Haj-Ei hissed. "But father!" "I said quiet! Now is not the time for such talk!" "Certainly, you have pointed that out, already," Lion-O spoke in the lizard's native tongue. "There is another man calling himself the rulers of the Great Marsh. But what of him? Was it he who allowed you to make this offer?" Both Haj-Ei and Kam-Ei glared at Lion-O. "No, but even if he knew, I'm sure our Ko'va would understand my clans actions." "Hm... how generous he is..." Lion-O chuckled a bit. "Slithi would actually allow one of his governors to withdraw from the battle for the sake of their territory?" "I forgot how malicious Lion-O can be during these talks." WilyKat thought and backed away. His body armor was weighted more with riches.Author's Notes
Hello people, if you made it past the summary and first chapter, you can kind of tell that I do not like Tygra. He just reminds me too much of Scar the Lion King. Minus the fascism. I chose to make Lion-O a little less passive. I figure that if he is going to be King, and then Emperor, he might as well know how to... um... negotiate. Now if you excuses me, I have to go mop up Fuuko... Later.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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