Warnings: Violence, some disturbing imagery, some profanity.
Author’s Notes: Yes, you’re not seeing things. It’s a SMALL update (and I do mean small!) as I’m trying to get my Swat Kat wings back. Not sure if these two OC’s are going to be around for a while; still trying to flesh them out and see how they progress.
Again, all my thanks to everyone sticking around. You guys are the greatest!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Swat Kats, but if I did, oh yea… we’d have box sets – with tons of interviews with the voice actors.. and creator.. and.. well, you get the idea.
Unaware of the shocking revelation outside, Dave Wiskas and Chad Litterbin (yes, third cousin to THAT Litterbin) found themselves more than occupied by the wave of Creeplings pouring in through the smoking hole in the wall that had just appeared less than a minute ago.
Which, as a geologist, had Dave’s mind racing on how that was possible since on the other side of that wall was a literal mountain!
As his sidearm spoke for him in high-pitched energy blasts, Chad let his head-of-security training kick in as he surveyed the situation. Even though he had washed out of being an Enforcer due to a minor heart condition, the tan Kat with black stripes retained all he learned and found himself hard-pressed to call the situation anything else but ‘grim’.
Okay, somehow those bastard Creeplings just tunneled their way through a frigging mountain and are coming into the lower parts of the complex, bypassing the Enforcers and our guys upstairs. How they got in can wait; what can’t is how we keep these things from getting out into the main labs and to the anti matter gen…
The burly Kat’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw a Creepling fast approaching the two civilians who hadn’t been lucky enough to escape with the rest of the lab personnel before Dark Kat arrived.
“Dave, look out!” he cried, raising his blaster but he knew there was no way he could hit the creature in time!
Hearing the urgency in his best friend’s voice, the pale silver (almost white in the right light) Kat turned, his way-too-thin form attempting to shield the third member of this little party. Even if just a geologist, Dave had found himself in many odd scrapes though the years; just from hanging out with Chad more than anything else. Thanks to one bar fight too many, the thin scientist had developed a rather stunning right cross, and the Creepling staggered under the unexpected blow.
“Get down, young one!” shouted Professor Hackle as he added his own blow – a rather powerful swing of his cane – and the Creepling went falling back into his fellows.
Now! Thought Chad and his blaster rang out, the energy beam on-target for the creature’s face. It was at the last second much was revealed as the monstrosity turned slightly and the blast hit a small, gold collar around its neck. The covering shattered, and the Creepling began to scream in terror, its claws trying desperately to get the collar off as its fellows begin screaming in fear and ran away from the one Chad had hit.
What in the name of…
“Both of you, take cover now!” yelled the elder scientist as he dove for an overturned lab table (the ones with the thick, black tops still used in high schools and colleges all across MegaKat City) as Chad and Dave did the same, neither one willing to ignore the elder Kat’s advice as he was a living legend in the scientific community.
The three landed behind the sturdy table, and, a second later, an explosion sent then to a fetal position to protect their bodies. The table buckled and wobbled, but the heavy construction kept the trio safe from the heat and concussive force. However, ichor and pieces of shredded Creepling rained down upon the trio for a few seconds before a heavy lull settled over the room.
“What the hell was that?” asked Chad as he used the back of his paw to wipe crap-he-really-didn’t-want-to-know-what-it-was from his eyes as he checked his blaster’s energy charge in the clip.
“Many countries use those collars for controlling prisoners…” explained Hackle, wiping the gore from his own face. But, more than anything, it was clear his current disgust came from his explanation rather than the refuse on and around him. “They are barbaric institutions whose controllers’ take pride in wielding life and death over the inmates, and, apparently, Dark Kat sees them as a means of controlling his Creeplings!”
“And, that’s not all!” added in Dave as he looked up at the other two Kats, stark realization on his face.
The pair looked at him, not sure where he was going with that bit of information.
“Don’t you see?! How else could he have tunneled through a mountain?!” the Kat exclaimed, watching with sadness as the other two realized what he was shooting for.
“Bud…” began Chad slowly, “…you mean he used his own troops as sacrificial lambs to blow his way into the complex?!”
Hackle sighed in agreement. “It would seem so, my young friends. The maniac knows no limits of indecency.”
The chattering of Creepling voices brought the trio from behind their barrier, and each looked at the bloody carcasses strewn across the floor of the lab. Carefully, they made their way towards the breach in the wall and looked down into a huge limestone cavern.
Looking back at them were at least two hundred Creeplings – and none of them had the explosive collars on.
“Well, there goes my plan of using the collars to take them all out at once…” noted Chad as he looked at the duo across from him.
Hackle’s face was one of quiet contemplation while Dave’s was one of suppressed worry.
Hackle’s voice broke the silence. “…There is something else to consider, my young friends…” he began, face darkening as he looked at each of them. “If Dark Kat is committing this many of his forces to an attack from below, why is he hovering overhead in a giant airship fighting the Enforcers? Why risk himself and those troops?” he proposed, looking directly at Chad as he knew the security guard would get the ramification immediately.
Chad’s face went slack, whiskers drooping, as he realized what Hackle was saying. “By the Goddess..” he whispered, looking down at the horde of Creeplings then back at his friends. “…It’s a diversion!” he snarled. “All that carnage and loss of life, and it’s a damned diversion!”
To be continued…
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