Original SWAT Kats Story

Blurry

By Cosmic Castaway

  • 8 Chapters
  • 26,883 Words

(Unfinished) Your memories are your most cherished thing you can own. But, what if you lost them? When this happens to one of the Swat Kats, whom will they trust and who will become their enemy?

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Title: Blurry
Author: Cosmic Castaway
E-Mail: Bosco_Gurl@hotmail.com
Rating: T
Warning: Haven’t seen any yet 😉
Disclaimer: Still not mine, still don’t own them. SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.
Author Note: I really would like to thank those that have been encouraging me to keep up with this story. I really do want to apologize for my tardiness in updating this story. To explain myself a little, I just turned 21 and I have now gone to College. So, hahah, we can blame it on that ;). Sorry again. Thank you all again for your wonderful comments, and hope you like the latest chapter!

Chapter 5

Not the Homecoming Expected

Weeks had gone by with no clue or sign of T-Bone. Sleep had become something of an enemy for Jake instead of something he could escape to. For him it wasted more time looking for his missing partner, and not only that, the nightmares that tormented him. It seemed, when he did get sleep, which would be from his body finally collapsing with exhaustion, it wouldn’t last for very long. It would start off like any dream, him going down a hallway looking drastically for Chance and at the end it was a different death every time and that’s what would awake Jake, as he tumbled to the ground screaming the tabby’s name.

Life continued though and even though Jake Clawson wanted to pretend it didn’t because his world had come to a halt, the rest of the world continued going. Threatening phone calls were beginning to be left on their answering machine about cars not being repaired on the due date it was suppose to. He was starting to have a hard time balancing work with his real identity and his alter ego looking for Chance and making sure nobody got any bright ideas. Plus trying to get the Turbokat back up in the air. Razor would do most of his rounds on the cyclotron, hoping that with his presence nobody would try taking over the city, and he had been lucky because nobody was trying anything. Which also concerned him; no activity always meant somebody was about to unleash something, for a plan had been set in motion. He only could pray and hope that he could handle it by himself if somebody were to attack the city.

As the engines died down and Razor sat on the cyclotron seat, staring at the lockers that held both his and Chance’s uniform; it was always a constant reminder that his buddy was out there still missing. For hours it seemed he’d just sit there thinking about everything, going on every little possible detail and never coming up with a solution. He was a scientist; that’s what he was born to do, solve things and not being able to fix this problem that had been thrust in his face was driving him insane.

Knowing if he didn’t get off the bike anytime soon he’d be there a lot longer, so climbing off of it he walked towards the locker. His eyes kept down to the floor and when he finally glanced up he looked right at his and his alone. The metal on metal was contestably quiet, but that all changed when Razor now as Jake Clawson brought back his fist and hit his locker. The metal underneath caved in, and as his arm went back to his side there was a small imprint of where he had used his lethal punch.

Stepping back a few he looked at his hand dumbfounded. He had never lost his temper like that before; always found ways to go about solving it without having to bring his fists in. Being an Enforcer and even a Swat Kat there was a reason to use force, but this was completely different matter. Jake, for one split second didn’t think, just let loose with blinding rage and anger. All because Jake’s eyes had traveled up, looking at the next locker, the marking of TB.

Closing his eyes for a second trying to stop his scrambling brain, he then turned around slowly and made his way towards the ladder. If he stood there too long, he’d finally lose it and in a burst of adrenaline and torment pick up the locker and throw it.

For Jake Clawson it felt like eternity that he got up all the way to the actual part of the house, for his feet felt like cement blocks. Then again, anybody would feel like that since his sleep was interrupted every few hours. He was just walking into the bathroom to try and wake himself up by splashing some water on his face when he heard a very familiar voice ring through the house.

“Hello?”

He stood there contemplating if he should just go hide and not answer back. But, he had no excuse; in his stupidity he actually forgot to close the garage. Anybody could have walked in and found things they were not meant to find. Mentally kicking himself, Jake then went towards the voice to see Felina Feral standing there in full uniform.

“Good afternoon, Lt. What can I do for you?” He walked over to one of the cars and put the hood up. Looking down at the hood, it felt like it was in a million pieces and there was no way he could contemplate them right now.

“Well, I left a few voice messages on your answering machine about my car. But, I never heard anything back, so I thought I’d come down and check on how things were going.”

Jake’s hand went behind his head scratching the back of it as his mind quickly tried to go over all the possibilities why it would take him so long to fix her car. Chance and Jake had made a good name for themselves; they didn’t over charge and fixed your car pretty quickly. ‘Why don’t you just say, well, Felina, I’ve been looking for Chance as, you know, T-Bone thus putting real life on a hold, forgive me.’

“Well, the reason I haven’t gotten to your car is Chance had a family emergency and had to go out of town, leaving me with a bunch of cars. So, kind of left me with all these cars to try and fix all by myself.” Jake looked at her to see if she was buying it, but Felina had the cold expressionless stare going on that it was hard to guess at anytime what she was thinking.

“What I can do for you is call another one of the mechanics in town get that set up for you because you shouldn’t have to wait.” Again, he watched for something, any type of clue, but the only thing he caught was a twitch of her tail and a shift in her stance.

She then shook her head. “No that’s okay I’ll check back in a few days…. I understand how it can feel to be overwhelmed.”

Just as quickly as she showed, Lt. Felina Feral left, leaving Jake Clawson to stand there and wonder if he should be worried or just go about his day. Felina was somebody you had to watch out; she was a very clever shekat and just enough clues Jake feared and she would figure him and Chance out.
Felina Feral was walking towards the squad car looking over at her own car that was still sitting there, waiting like the rest of the vehicles to be worked on. She took one more glance back at the G\garage before climbing in and closing the door. She then threw it into drive, and the dust kicked up as she left the Salvage Yard.

A small suspicion had begun to grow in her mind, and Jake had somewhat confirmed it. When she had talked to Chance in the tow truck those few weeks ago, she brought his and Jake’s folders up. In it, Jake Clawson had the usual upbringing, good income family, but Chance on the other hand was a completely different story. His father, who was an Enforcer, was killed in the line of duty, and his mother seemed to be the average bar fly. So, for Chance, Jake was his family and the question was, if Chance really didn’t have a family, why would he be having a family emergency?

Her mind just kept rolling over the fact that maybe it really was an emergency and she was just over thinking it, but then the other part of her was saying she wasn’t. She really felt she had something, but this was something she wasn’t going to share to anyone whatever she found out.

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(Unknown Location)

Dark Kat sat at his desk that seemed to take over the room, with one of his creeplings grunting and making sounds to try and get its master’s attention. But, his focus was on something else in front of him. It was on his sworn enemy, one of the two he devoted his every being of destroying standing before him as one of his allies. He never thought for a moment for when he set his plan in motion he’d end up with an injured Swat Kat who couldn’t remember who they were. No way was he going to pass this opportunity up; it just wouldn’t be him if he did.

It was a win, win situation in Dark Kat’s eyes. He could use T-Bone to lure the other one, Razor, and have them both be destroyed or milk it for all it was worth and ruin T-Bone’s reputation. The looks on people’s faces… he would love to be there for each and every one of them, but alas he couldn’t be.

“You know your mission; get it done.”

T-Bone didn’t say a word just walked out, leaving Dark Kat to watch his back as he disappeared into the shadows.

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Mayor Manx, the greatest kat of them all, the one that stood between enemies from taking over Megakat City the one that kept everybody motivated was… who are we kidding? He was fast asleep. This wasn’t something new to the office, especially Miss Briggs. Around mid afternoon, the Mayor would slip into a nap after having his lunch. Then, he would awaken to realize he needed to go golf before the sun went down, leaving Callie to do everything.

Most of the kats around always asked Callie why she let Mayor Manx get away with it, because she could report him and take his place. When they would inquire, she would simply smile and shrug her shoulders. Not giving them any type of answer, but secretly she knew why. She felt very sure that when the Mayor would finally retire she would take his place, and all the paper he pushed onto her was getting her ready for the much larger job, taking care of the city and who was to say she didn’t already. But, that was something she kept very secret to herself.

Holding a large stack of papers that she needed Mayor Manx to sign, she was just putting her hand on the door when a large crash emerged from his office. She halted and almost lost the stack of papers in the process as she waited and listened. Years of experience told her to wait, that it could be some kind of hostage take over, and it wouldn’t do her or Mayor Manx any good if she came barging in there and became a hostage herself as well.

She dropped the papers when something heavy hit the door to the office and that was enough for her to turn around and begin running down the hallway. She had to get help and get it fast. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Manx’s door open up and loud footsteps could be heard thundering after her. Pushing her legs even harder, she threw the door open to her office hard enough to make it hit the wall and slam shut again. She grabbed her purse and hit the pager to contact the only kat that could save her tail.

The door was thrown open, and she spun around to face her assailant but found out it was the last person she expected. Her eyes grew wide and her hand went to her mouth as she saw the big burly pilot of the Swat Kats standing in front of her. But, the clothes he was wearing, they were all wrong. He didn’t look like the warm-hearted tomkat she had grown to trust and rely on in dire situations. T-Bone looked like one of the criminals locked up in Alkatraz for doing a felony.

He didn’t say a word as he walked up to her and just glared down at her, making the hair on her back of her neck stand up on end. She looked into his eyes, and Callie only saw hate in his glare. She jerked when he grabbed for her and then threw her over his shoulders. She then began squirming and kicking, trying to get him to let go, but she knew it wasn’t doing any damage. As he carried her out of her office, she threw her communicator into one of the plants, hoping Razor would come soon.

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It didn’t take Razor very long to get to City Hall. He had been out flying the Turbokat and testing her to see how she was handling. It almost pained him to be sitting in the cockpit; it just didn’t feel right to be in the front of the Turbokat; this wasn’t his seat. Not only did he not feel comfortable but also Razor was not the pilot, T-Bone was, sure Razor could do the basic stuff if needed to, but it just seemed that Turbokat responded better to the burly pilot. Razor knew the machine in and out, but T-Bone seemed almost connected to the jet, knowing if she was going to pull through or not.

His thoughts were interrupted as he did the final checks before landing on one of the larger buildings next to City Hall. He jumped out of the cockpit and used the grappling hook to get across the gap between the skyscrapers. Razor quickly made his way through the offices, not really coming across anybody. Then it occurred to him it was near 5 o’clock and people would be leaving to get home and start dinner. Looking at his glovatrix, he followed the beacon that led him to where Callie could be. But, as he bust in ready to kick some tail, he found there was nobody in there. He did find the communicator in the plants, which he did find a bit peculiar. Deciding he better check Mayor Manx’s office, he quickly ran there to find papers were scattered in front of his door, and it was now or never; he entered.

There in front of him was Mayor Manx and Callie Briggs tied up facing the door. Manx was shivering and he did look like he got knocked around a few, Callie was shaking her head, yelling into her gag. He looked around but saw nobody, and, knowing it was a trap, he didn’t have much choice, so he ran up to Callie first and undid the tape on her mouth.

“RAZOR LOOK OUT!”

Not even hesitating, he rolled to his left and came up in a stance ready to take on anything that came at him. But, his fists soon dropped when he saw his partner standing in front of him.

“T-Bone?”

This couldn’t be possible; this was another nightmare he was having, Razor decided. Any second he was going to wake up once again screaming on his couch and that would be that. But, this wasn’t a dream; T-Bone was standing in front of him, but this wasn’t his partner. His partner was a fun loving kat who had a brassy personality, but this being in front of him looked like one of the Dark Swat Kats they had encountered earlier that year. In fact, Razor looking T-Bone up and down he had the same uniform with the green skull logo.

“What happened to you?”

T-Bone just began walking up slowly and right at the last moment grabbed Razor by the shirt collar and pulled him in close. Razor could feel T-Bone’s hot sticky breath in his face as he spoke.

“All you need to know is, you have a new enemy.”

Razor then saw movement out of the corner of his eye. T-Bone had brought back his fist to hit him and natural instincts kicked in for the smaller brown kat. Without missing a beat, Razor reversed his stance and threw the tabby over him, making T-Bone land hard on the ground. Razor turned around as his partner got up from the floor and glared at him, looking more pissed, if that was possible.

“This isn’t over.”

With a flick of his hand, T-Bone threw something on the ground, and a blast of smoke and light hit the Mayor, Callie, and Razor. Razor could barely see for a second from the blast of the light, and as his vision did begin to clear, all he saw was the smoke from whatever T-Bone had set off. He walked over to the windows and opened them up, the smoke quickly leaving the room. Razor then undid Callie and then the Mayor, who was making pitiful sounds as though somebody had stolen his pacifier and wasn’t giving it back. He saw the window that obviously T-Bone had come through, and he then walked over to it and looked down.

Callie was making sure the Mayor truly was all right. She then got up and came up to Razor, looking out the window. T-Bone being their enemy; this was a mean trick by the fates, to take the tabby away then return him but not as himself.

“What’s going to happen?”

Razor just shook his head. “I don’t know, Callie. I don’t know.”

TBC…

Sorry it took me again so long, and hopefully the next one will come much sooner 😉 Till next time PEACE!

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