The tension was getting to Chance. He went down to the hangar alone and began pacing again. He knew what he had to do but was afraid what would happen. Would his life be changed completely? Of course it would! He wasn’t what he appeared to be and trying to run from that fact was hurting his adoptive world.
He had to do it, he finally decided. ‘But, I better have Jake monitor me,’ he thought, moving to the stairs to go back to his partner.
But, before he could put his foot on the first rung of the ladder, the alarm went off. Groaning, he hurried to the phone.
“Yes Ms. Briggs?”
“T-Bone! That monster is back and so is the portal in Megakat Park. Feral is on scene but isn’t having any better luck taking it out than the last time. Better get over here and see if you can help,” Callie said hurriedly. It sounded like she was in her car.
“We’ll try, Ms. Briggs!” he told her then hung up.
Jake was already at his side, and they both went to change clothes.
Soon, T-Bone was flying over the park again. “Here we go again, Razor,” he said as they hovered over the portal.
“None of my weapons work on that thing, T-Bone. I have no clue what to do. Do you have any suggestions?” Razor asked in frustration and hoped T-Bone had picked up some information on this thing below them by now.
T-Bone didn’t answer as he studied the creature. He knew it alright. It was the same creature that had chased his mother that night he had been abandoned. A cold fury built within him.
“Fire a flash bulb missile at him, but warn Feral first!” he ordered.
Blinking in bewilderment, Razor nonetheless did as he was told. “Feral, all of you turn your heads away and cover your eyes, quick!” He waited a minute or two then, “Flash bulb missile away!” he called out.
Below, Feral’s enforcers had formed the same ring of containment they’d done the first time around the creature but kept their distance since they knew nothing they had could effect the creature. Feral watched as the Turbokat arrived then startled as he received a blunt warning. He had only moments to order his troops to protect their eyes before a missile screamed toward them.
The light was still bright enough for he and his men to cry out, but at least they weren’t blinded. The creature, however, roared in pain. Feral sighed in relief; it seemed the SWAT Kats had managed to harm the thing after all.
“Wha…… it worked! That thing’s screaming in pain and covering its eyes,” Razor whooped.
“They don’t like sunlight; it kills them, but your flash just hurts him. Only keeping it out until daylight will destroy it,” T-Bone said flatly as he watched the creature scream with cold satisfaction.
“Oh, so how do we keep it in sight for a whole night until dawn?” Razor asked with a snort. Evening had only just begun. That was a long time to keep something that could vanish easily in view that long, much less make it stay in plain sight for the sun to kill it.
“There is another way!” T-Bone growled then switched frequencies to reach Feral. “Feral!
“What, SWAT Kat?” Feral barked in his radio, looking up at them.
“Use all the bright lights you can find and circle that thing to contain it. I have to get something that will get rid of this thing permanently. We’ll be right back,” the tabby said.
“What?” Feral asked, curiously.
“Just watch the thing. Be back soon!” T-Bone growled, cutting the connection. He took the Turbokat from hover to forward motion and shot off toward the south of the city.
“T-Bone! Where are we going?” Razor asked in confusion.
“The museum. I need something there,” his partner said flatly, his tone indicating he wasn’t interested in talking.
Puzzled, Razor kept silent. They reached the museum in minutes. T-Bone placed the jet in hover mode above a section of roof covered in glass.
“Stay here with the jet! I’ll be back!” T-Bone said as he opened the canopy. “We don’t want to land the jet and have a Fremlin get at it again.”
“Right!” Razor agreed. He had been about to object until T-Bone had added that excellent reason for one of them remaining behind and above the ground.
T-Bone rappelled down, popped a skylight open then rappelled the rest of the way to the floor. Running on silent feet, he crossed through the aircraft exhibit and made for the corridor outside that would take him to Dr. Sinian’s office.
He found her at her desk pouring through another book.
“Oh, T-Bone…. what…..” she started to ask, but he cut her off.
“I need a sword made of iron. Have you got one?” he asked hurriedly.
She blinked at him in surprise but didn’t ask why he needed it; she could see he was in a hurry. “Yes, in the medieval room. Come with me,” she said then led him through the museum until they reached the dark ages exhibit. She made for a cabinet to one side of the room. In it were dozens of different types of swords and knives. She used her key to open the case.
T-Bone studied the weapons then reached for one. His eyes seemed to glow behind his mask briefly as he hefted a thick sword with engravings on it.
“This will do. I need to borrow this, but I’m not certain I’ll be able to give it back to you, doc,” T-Bone said grimly.
“If it’s to save our city, then it will have served a good cause, T-Bone. Take it and good luck to you,” she said solemnly.
He nodded and quickly left her, running full out, until he reached the aircraft room once more and rappelled back up to the waiting jet. He carefully placed the sword at his side then took back control of the jet and sent it rocketing back to the park.
The scene was still the same when they got back except for the ring of spotlights, Feral had circled their prey with. The creature stood screaming angrily with an arm covering its eyes.
T-Bone landed the jet nearby on the street and jumped out with the sword in his paw as if he’d been born knowing how to use it.
Razor had jumped down after him and was nervously following his partner. He had no idea what T-Bone was going to do, but it had him scared.
The tabby stalked up to the circle of enforcers, coming up beside Feral, who stood just behind one of the lights.
“Turn off all but four of these lights,” he commanded.
Feral startled and eyed the SWAT Kat in surprise. His eyes narrowed as he stared at T-Bone. Something about the SWAT Kat was odd, making his fur rise and forcing him to take a step back from the Kat with the naked sword in his paw. There was a set look of determination and coldness on his masked face. Not certain why, but Feral felt it wise to obey rather than try to get answers.
He barked out to several of his enforcers and several lights blinked out, leaving a dimmer circle of light on the creature.
It roared and hissed but lowered its arm a little to see what was going on. T-Bone stepped past the light, moving into the circle holding the thing in place.
Suddenly, it growled with a harsh laugh. It sent chills up the spines of all those within hearing distance.
“So, the princeling has sought me. Fool! You have delivered yourself into the arms of he who is the right arm of the King, and I will be praised for your return,” he ground out in triumph, huge, nasty teeth gleaming in the light, his voice sounding like rocks being ground together.
“Don’t count your reward until it’s taken, Hoblin!” T-Bone hissed, holding his sword up.
The creature halted as he noted the sword. He growled furiously and went on the defensive. From no where they could see, the Hoblin drew its own sword. It was huge and resembled a broadsword. It was as big as one of the creature’s arms and could easily reach T-Bone with no effort.
Then something incredible happened. T-Bone began to glow. It started faintly so that one couldn’t be sure they were seeing it until it was bright enough to encompass his whole body. It reached a level no one could look at him, and the Hoblin screeched in pain.
Then just as suddenly as it had appeared, the glow vanished but so did the one known as T-Bone. In his place was a creature who had a powerful body dressed in some kind of two piece tight fitting outfit, long hair that looked like spun gold reaching down his back, very silky looking golden fur, a face with no mask that was nearly too beautiful to behold with tri-colored green eyes. But, what riveted everyone’s gaze were the huge golden wings that opened and closed in the night air.
The creature looked too delicate to be able to fight such a dark creature, but there was a feeling of deadly power emanating from the winged figure. Its aura warned this was not easy prey but a deadly force to be reckoned with.
Suddenly, the creature lunged forward, making the first cut in the Hoblin’s arm. It roared in fury and the battle was engaged. The one that had been T-Bone used his wings to good advantage as he swooped out of reach of his enemy’s sword then swooped back in to deliver a blow of his own.
The deadly duel went on in near silence and held the crowd spell bound in fear and wonder. Finally, the golden creature got past the Hoblin’s guard and delivered a killing blow. The creature screamed and fell through the portal that snapped closed behind it.
With the enemy vanquished and the battle over, the creature stood trembling for a long moment then it glowed brightly once more to be replaced with T-Bone again. The SWAT Kat moaned then swooned to the ground in a dead faint.
Razor ran up to his friend in fear and worry. Feral pushed past his troops and came to his side as well.
“T-Bone!” Razor called out, shaking and tapping his friend’s face gently.
“Here!” Feral said, handing Razor a bottle of water he’d produced from somewhere.
Razor gave him a grateful look then poured some water on his partner’s face. He was rewarded by a splutter of annoyance and confusion.
“What the heck! Razor, wha……” T-Bone gasped as he jerked to a sitting position. “What the heck happened?”
“You don’t remember?” Razor asked, shocked.
“Uh, no not really,” his friend said, frowning and scratching his head. He moved to stand up and was surprised when Feral caught hold of his arm and helped him.
He looked around at the circle of enforcers, the lights and noted the portal with the creature was gone.
“What happened to the creep and the portal?” he asked in confusion.
“T-Bone, you defeated the thing with a sword and killed it. It fell through the portal and it closed behind it,” Razor explained.
“But, that felt more like a dream! You mean it was real?” T-Bone blurted out, gaping at his friend, but then he noticed he was holding a sword with black stuff dripping off it. He blinked at it stupidly.
“Not only that – you changed,” his friend said in a hushed voice.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have believed it if we all hadn’t seen it ourselves,” Feral said gruffly, still shaken by what T-Bone had become.
Afraid now, T-Bone swallowed and asked nervously. “Then it was real!”
“Oh yeah! It definitely was that alright,” Razor said solemnly.
T-Bone couldn’t say a word. All he could do was gape at everyone.
“Well, now I know who Dr. Sinian was protecting,” Feral rumbled, shaking his head in consternation. “I hope she was right. That you know how to save us from these things.”
“I….. I don’t know if I can,” T-Bone stuttered.
“Oh swell! Then how did you do what you did?” Feral demanded.
“I…. don’t know….. everything is hazy…. like I said, everything felt like a dream, like someone else was doing those things and I was just watching,” the tabby tried to explain something he didn’t understand himself.
“It’s got to be the medallion, T-Bone. It’s the key to everything! I’m sure of it!” Razor exclaimed.
“Medallion? What are you talking about?” Feral asked, curious now.
“T-Bone?” Razor asked. He didn’t want to tell Feral anything, his friend didn’t want to share.
His partner shook his head. He was reeling from all that had happened.
“I think we’d better go see Dr. Sinian, and I’ll explain there,” he finally said. “I have to return this anyway. I’m guessing that’s where I got it.”
“Yeah, you did,” Razor nodded.
“Fine. I’ll meet you two there,” Feral said, ready to get some answers at last.
Still very shaken, T-Bone walked toward the jet and set the blade next to him again. Razor jumped into his seat, and soon they were off again.
‘This is going to be a long night, I think,’ T-Bone thought gloomily as he took them back to the museum.
Navigate This Author's Stories
Disclaimer: SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron is copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons Inc. All Rights Reserved. © 1995. All other characters and material within this page are the property of their respective creators.