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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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Schwenk was ungraciously thrown into the brig of the shuttle in cuffs. The shuttle then sped back to New Thundera where Bengali, Tygra and Pumyra had prepared a briefing room. One chair was different from the others, it had leg and arm manacles built in.
Schwenk was glad that the first destination, Ponta Kallan, was only a days travel at top speed. Everybody had their own cabin, even Schwenk, except his was called ‘the brig’, and it wasn’t comfy in the slightest. He was, however, let out for meals and sat at the table with the others, much to Bengali’s disgust. Schwenk had decided the best bet, in the small confines of the ship was to ‘shut the hell up’, and see what tomorrow brought.
A large pot of stew arrived and everybody helped themselves as did the human, who sniffed it suspiciously.
“What’s the matter? I made this myself….” Pumyra asked.
“Just checking it’s cooked, that’s all……” Schwenk replied.
“Yes…..we cook our food, human…..” Bengali grunted.
“Good thing too….” He stopped short.
“Why?” the white tiger growled.
“Erm…..no reason. He smiled and avoided eye contact.
“What do you know of Ponta Kalla?” LionO asked Schwenk, keen to avoid overt confrontation.
“Why do you assume I know anything about Ponta Kalla……” he replied.
“Because you’ve travelled, it’s a port of commerce…need I go on?”
“I do wish you wouldn’t, but that’s another story…….yes, yes….I’ve been there once or twice, what would you like to know?” he moaned
“Anything…….”
“Well……mostly felines live there, not so many Thunderians, but other feline races…..it’s a busy city, has been for hundreds of generations. Impressive architecture….” He looked at Bengali. “That’s big houses to you….” He sniped.
Bengali growled.
“Why would that be the first stop in looking for an ancient Thunderian treasure??” Tygra asked, intrigued.
“Erm….hold on…..” Schwenk rubbed his temples. “Hmm…..the text says…..how the fuck should I know?? Dope! Like I said….all will become clear….eventually….”
“Let me clear these bowls away……” Pumyra quickly changed the subject. Tygra and Bengali left the mess hall. Lion-O remained with Schwenk.
“Time for the brig again….” He cleared his throat and stood. “Possibly for your protection this time……”
“Well……” he sighed “…that was a pretty dumb question…..this isn’t easy for me!” he grumbled in response.
“…and neither will it be easy for me to clear up human blood from the walls and floor….” Lion-O sighed as he gently held Schwenk’s shoulder and led him back to the brig.

The rain poured down and thunder shook the buildings. A very wet black panther crouched amongst the rooftops, his shockingly yellow eyes obscured by a pair of black goggles. Unless someone was on the rooftops looking for a black panther he would have gone very unnoticed. He shivered and shook the water from his fur. He cursed the human, for it was he that he was getting wet for. He knew that within a few hours the Thundercats would arrive….with Schwenk…..and then he would pounce….quite possibly, literally. Once he saw the ship descend, the plan would commence, until that time Jinx wanted to remain unseen, unnoticed….non-existent, it was his way. He had his orders….Schwenk was to remain alive. To Jinx that seemed such a pity……if ever a human was born to have claws and teeth stuck into him, it was the despised, reviled Gaston Schwenk. “Still…..” he thought “….I doubt Grune will give him retirement and a pension plan….” He smirked, white teeth gleaming in the flash of lightening.
Soon….so very soon……..
The Thundercat cruiser drifted through the early morning cloud deck. Ahead, on the horizon lay Ponta Kalla, the white marble of it’s spires and domes gleamed like gold in the morning sun. The ship landed on the outskirts.
“Time to go, Schwenk……” Pumyra opened the brig.
“I thought they’d have the meat and muscle approach to letting me out….” He stretched and approach the door.
“They were going to, but I suggested that sometimes the carrot and stick approach is better with the carrot!” he smiled
“I agree wholeheartedly, but aren’t you afraid of me?”
Pumyra chuckled.
“Oh please……don’t assume my being nice to you is a sign of weakness…..I can snap you like a twig!” she winked. Schwenk just eyed her in something approaching an assessment. He was cuffed by the hands and led out.
“There will come a time…” Lion-O addressed the human “..when you will need to be uncuffed….when that time comes…..please don’t run…..”
“That seems a reasonable request……” he nodded
“If you do……I’ve promised Bengali can be the one to stop you in your tracks……”
“Ah……” the human nodded sagely.
“Please, human…….try and run…..dare you!” Bengali hissed as he walked past, barging him with his shoulder.
“Where in Ponta Kalla?” Lion-O asked.
“Let’s see the text again……..” Schwenk asked. Lion-O duly held the text up. Schwenk scanned it.
“Right……..we need to head to the Temple of Fidelphus…..”
“Where’s that?” Tygra asked.
“You see that massive, big as you like dome? That’s it!” Schwenk indicated to an huge dome bathed in sunlight above the mist covered city. The group headed off.
By the time they had reached the inner city the streets were filling with traders, customers and all sorts of visitors. There were Thunderians, Bengalians, Oncans, mutants and humans.
“Busy place……” Pumyra noted.
“It is…..it stands at a cultural crossroads and there are all sorts here. Lion-O….I really think handcuffs do me a disservice here…….please?”
Lion-O glanced at the others.
“Remember my warning…….” He removed the cuffs.
“Just one thing…….if the group gets separated how will you know I haven’t run away, just got separated??”
Bengali grinned. “I’ll make that decision if you like!”
“I’ll stay with him come what may……” Pumyra offered.
“No…..I think that’ll be my job…..” Lion-O insisted. Schwenk felt a little disappointed.
Whichever street they walked down they saw lots of monks and disciples.
“Who are all these people?”
“There are the Devout Order of Fidelphus…….”
“….and who is Fidelphus?” Bengali asked
“…wait and see…….” Schwenk added to the white tiger’s annoyance.
After a further half an hour they entered a large city square, in the middle was a truly awesome building. Standing alone with columns and porticos. Steps led all the way to the ceremonial doors at the front. “Come on…..let’s go inside…..” they started climbing the steps.
They walked into the main body of the temple, a mighty space it was. The floors were lined in white marble, the columns were made of marble. There was enough space for two thousand devoted disciples to pray. At the business end of the temple, underneath the might cupola was a statue at least a hundred feet high, coated in gold leaf.
“Pretty amazing, huh?” Schwenk spoke quietly.
“So that’s Fidelphus?” Lion-O indicated to the statue.
“Oh no……that’s the statue of Gothris…..three headed. One looks to the past, one looks to the future and the middle one…..stares right into your soul…..” he put on a scary deep voice.
“So who is Fidelphus then?” Pumyra asked
“Fidelphus isn’t a person…..more like….a concept…..to live a pure, humble and holy life……” Schwenk nodded.
“You ought to be a pile of dust by now then!” Bengali added.
“Such irreverence in this holy place…..” Schwenk tutted.
“…and where’s the next clue??” Bengali continued impatiently.
“Over there……there’s pamphlets with the history of the temple in it…….it’s in there……”
“Right…….” Bengali stomped over.
Schwenk stood aghast.
“Is he really…really….that stupid??” Schwenk asked to anyone who wanted to listen.
“Pumyra….” Lion-O spoke quietly “…stand between an angry tiger and the human……”
Schwenk looked on as the tiger flipped through the pamphlet, he then stopped, jaw open. The pamphlet fell to the floor and the tigress walked meaningfully back. He was growling and pointing at the human.
“Uh oh??” Schwenk stuck close to the female puma.
“Ben…..calm down……we shall talk of this later……..”
“Talk??” he replied incredulously “..he made a fool of me…..” he growled, never breaking gaze with Schwenk.
“This is a holy place and we have work to do…….calm down…….” Lion-O said calmly and levelly.
“Fine……” he growled and walked off.
“I swear…..I never thought he’d look……honest……” Schwenk whimpered.

“I suggest you find the next clue……quickly……it may be enough to avoid a large tiger sitting on you later……..”
Schwenk slowly rotated, taking in the whole of the space.
“A place this size the clues can be hidden anywhere……and let’s face it….nobody…….has ever found the Claws of Chaos…..not ever….so no pressure on me then, huh?” then, bizarrely he sat on the marble floor, then lay back.
“Erm…..Schwenk……” Lion-O spoke awkwardly “This is no time for a rest……”
“I’m not resting…..I’m stargazing…….” He replied
Lion-O and the others looked up to the interior of the cupola. The whole dome was inlaid with dark blue jasper and for starts were diamonds and rubies, highlighted with more gold.
“That’s fairly impressive…….” Tygra admitted.
“Come on tiger….you’re a scientist….lay next to me…..” Schwenk patted the floor.
“Well….erm….thanks but…..”
“No seriously……lay down here…….” Lion-O nodded and Tygra reluctantly lay on the floor looked up.
“So….what do you see?” the human asked
“Well……the night sky, the constellations……nothing out of the ordinary…..”
“You sure? Look closely…..”
Tygra sighed and looked again. His brow furrowed.
“Hmmm…..some of the constellations are slightly the wrong shape, the stars are out of position….some more than others…..but all in all….they’re mostly correct…..this is an old chart, so nothing unusual about that……”
“Oh Tygra….you disappoint on so many levels……man of science indeed…..”
“Watch your tongue human!” he snarled
“Precession of the stars…the altering positions takes tens of thousands of years to notice…..this cupola…..about 700 years……”
“What are you saying Schwenk?” Pumyra asked
“The mistakes on this dome…..not mistakes at all…and not precession……”
“So now what?” Lion-O added
“There is an inlaid number at my feet I believe….what does it say?”
They looked down.
“There’s a number here…….2-7-0……two hundred and seventy……”
“Right…..Lion-O…I’m facing north so grab my ankles and spin me around to the west please……..”
The lion shrugged and did as he was asked.
“Right……I need a pencil and paper…….” He clicked his fingers impatiently. Tygra gritted his teeth and gave him the relevant supplies. After ten minutes he stood up.
“Well???” Lion-O asked.
“Well?” he replied. “That floor is hard and cold………”
“You know what I mean……..”
“Let’s go back to the ship, huh?”
In the shadows a figure watched, his prey had got away this time………
The next day the room was occupied.
“I can assure you…all these chains are wholly unnecessary!” Schwenk protested, his observations went ignored. Eventually Lion-O came over with the manuscript, it had been coated in toughened plastic, protecting it.
“Right……translate!” he stated flatly to Schwenk.
“No……not all of it!” he replied.
“What?? I told you….translate it for me….”
“..and I said ‘no’…..I’ll translate the first part for you…enough to get us going…..”
“You’re not coming with us…..”
“I don’t trust any of you…and why should I either…..you have no honour…I could translate the whole lot…..and then you’d probably hang me……”
“….and that is certainly a tempting thought right now….” he growled. Pumyra interceded.
“Let me Lion-O…..” she sat next to Schwenk.
“Your life is in no danger….please…..translate this for us…..all of it….”
Schwenk eyed her suspiciously.
“Not possible…….” he replied.
“You mean you won’t……”
“Yes….but also I can’t……”
“Wha….what do you mean??” she was confused.
“It would appear from a cursory glance that most of these references are relative….in other words…..you need to translate the first part, go there….and then the next part becomes clear……as it is….most of this is gobbledy-gook……” he smiled. “Maybe Lion-O can understand that part…..he talks enough bollocks as it is!”
“Lion-O….let me spend five minutes with him…..he’ll translate it!!” Bengali growled and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the human.
“No Lion-O…I think he’s telling the truth….”
“What? About Lion-O talking bollocks??” Schwenk beamed.
“It is quite likely that this text would not be a straight forward map given the importance of it’s purpose….” Pumyra mused. “Tygra, do you think that’s likely?”
Tygra rubbed his chin and sighed. “It wouldn’t be the first time…….”
“You mean we have to take that with us!?” Bengali gestured at Schwenk and pulled a look of disgust.
“Feelings mutual zebra-butt!” Schwenk sneered.

“Bengali, Tygra, Pumyra…..leave us for five minutes…..” Lion-O ordered, they left as Schwenk began to worry.
Lion-O stood with his back to Schwenk and was silent for a moment.
“I’m a fair person, Schwenk…..I like to believe that there is good in everyone….but with you….I think you’re a soulless bastard with no redeeming features!”
“I won’t wait for a birthday card then, huh?” Schwenk added.
“However…..it seems my hand is forced in this situation…it seems that you have to join us on our mission……” he turned and grabbed Schwenk by the throat and lifted him as far from his chair as the manacles would allow.
“I do hope you’re listening to this part Schwenny…..because it’s a matter of life and death…..I’m tolerant…to a point….Pumyra and Tygra are very controlled and calm….mostly……but Bengali….well…how shall I put this? He hates you at the best of times…and should you piss him off when we’re on the road, it won’t matter how many maps you can translate…..he’ll rip you to pieces, very slowly, very painfully…..understand??”
Schwenk nodded slowly.
“You have no more chances left…….you were a ‘lifer’ when we brought you here….any slip-up…any trying to escape and….well….you’ll be an ex-monkey!” he grinned and squeezed a little tighter and went nose to nose with the human, his eyes burning into Schwenk’s.
“Personally….a small part of me…well no….a large piece of me wants you to fail…because after all those atrocities, after all the wise-mouth running of yours…..I’d love to have your blood on my hands……but shhh…..don’t tell anyone....I have a reputation to maintain!” he winked and dropped Schwenk. He sat there coughing for a few minutes.
“Are you able to tell me where our first destination is?” he asked flatly. Schwenk just about managed a nod.
“Where??”
“Ponta Kalla …….” he croaked.
“Ponta Kalla? Interesting………” he got on his communicator. “Bengali, Tygra…Pumyra….get in here……we’ve got a start!”
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