Title: Feral’s Choice
Author: Razor’s Halo
E-Mail: Twistedhalo6@aol.com Rating: PG
Warnings: Some violence and descriptions of blood.
Disclaimer: “SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron,” its characters and concepts are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.
T-bone took the jet into a nosedive, fighting the urge to throw up as the g-forces came into play.
Dark Kat’s missiles speed downward; he couldn’t dodge. “Razor!” he yelled “Shoot the missiles! I can’t keep descending!”
The caramel-colored kat in the back of the monstrous jet watched the screen closely. As the missiles neared, numbers and lights began popping up on the screen. The kat’s eyes watched the screen intently, his chestnut gaze never leaving the blinking missile bleeping across the screen.
“C’mon, buddy, we are cutting it close even for me,” the burly striped kat called back, still watching the ground in front of him rapidly closing.
Commander Feral lay back in his chair, sinking into the soft upholstery. He stretched and checked the clock. 5:00 pm. He hated paper work. And, he had forms galore. Feral shook out his writers cramp and continued writing. About 15 minutes later, the phone rang, the sound startling Feral into abrupt alertness. Picking up, he identified the voice on the other line as Felina, his niece.
“Commander, we have a situation!” panted Felina, obviously exhausted. “Dark Kat has penetrated the outer forces!”
“Why wasn’t I informed of this attack earlier!?” spat out Feral.
“Lieutenant Commander Steele thought we could handle it,” came the lieutenant’s annoyed reply.
“I’ll be right over.” Feral hung up the phone and began to stomp up the stairs to the chopper landing. When he stepped outside, he drew his coat around him as the cooling evening air stirred up his coat tails, flapping them in the wind. He jumped into the chopper and took off to the air fight.
“Missiles deployed!” the caramel kat shouted as two missiles shot out of the jet, hitting their mark and causing a shower of fire to half blind the kats as T-bone pulled up just in time to see Dark Kat’s ship speed away.
“Crud,” growled T-bone for just as he was about to give chase the canopy was sliced through with a piece of debris from an Enforcer chopper shot down by Dark Kat. The jet spiraled out of his control. Controls started to spark thanks to the mangled chopper pieces that began to fall through the openings in the jet.
In the back, Razor was struggling to inch backward from the sparking weapon’s panel. More scrap fell through the canopy, slicing it the rest of the way and peeling back the metal like a can of sardines. T-bone jerked around as Razor screamed, but before he could see what had happened, a piece of metal dropped down rendering him unconscious.
Feral shielded his eyes from the explosions from the fight going on. He looked around, observing the scene, when he noticed to his surprise and pleasure that the vigilantes known as the Swat Kats were no where to be seen. Suddenly, Felina radioed in.
“Commander! The Swat Kats have been shot down!”
Coldly, Feral replied, “Felina, how are the Enforcers involved in this? Bring in reinforcements and continue fire. The Swat Kats are no concern to us.”
Felina’s voice wavered on the other line. “Uncle..”
“Continue fire – we will continue this conversation later,” replied Feral.
The Commander ended the transmission and sighed. He was snapped into awareness by a yell of surprise and joy coming from a small fleet of Enforcer jets.
“We did it, Commander! Dark Kat has been shot. We got the ship and I think it took out the main control area. We think he is dead!
Commander Feral stared blankly out at the fear ship, its smoking form hovered in the air as Enforcers boarded. He squinted in the darkening sky as he thought he saw a light escape into the night, but when he looked again, it was gone. Shaking his head, he listened to the rest of the transmission.
“The ship is a wreck, Commander. We can’t find a body, but who on earth could survive it?”
The Commander brought his chopper close and boarded the ship, its sleek form scratched and dented. He gagged as he stepped inside. The air smelled of burning flesh. Creeplings littered the ground, some still smoking.
T-bone moaned softly as he awoke his head throbbed and his eyes were having trouble adjusting to the darkness around him. From the crickets he heard he guessed the jet had fallen somewhere on the outskirts of Megakat City. Tugging on his restraints, he freed himself from the Turbokat. Rubbing his head, he winced as he felt a wet spot, blood. Suddenly, he remembered the scream he had heard before the crash.
“Oh my god, Razor!” T-bone raced as fast as his throbbing head would let him to the back of the jet. He pulled back in horror when he got there. Razor wasn’t there. The restrains were sliced through and the seat was stained with blood.
A loud crackle snapped him out of his trance as the weapons panel began to spark even more catching fire to the grass below. T-bone backed up and started in a painful sprint away from the burning jet. He ducked and covered, hitting the ground hard as what he expected was weapon panel exploded.
Razor awoke. His head hurt and blood was pooling under him.
Why am I bleeding? He thought foggily. Where am I?
The caramel kat shakily stood up, cringing as his body protested. He felt groggy, and he couldn’t remember where he had been. Where was home? Razor did the only thing he could think to do, walk. He moved slowly and jerkily, his injuries slowing him down and blood loss making him faint.
At about 6:00 am, he stumbled into Megakat City. The mile walk had taken hours and the time was taking its toll.
Razor tripped and resisted the urge to stay down. He wasn’t sure why he kept walking or if he had anything to walk for. He couldn’t remember. Right before he could get up, a newspaper blew into his face. The picture on the cover was of a tall kat, dark brown in color, his face stern. The subtitle read: Commander Feral’s Enforcers take out Dark Kat.
Razor turned his head to the side, sending the gray sidewalk spinning. Something was familiar about that name, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. That was his last thought before the sidewalk stopped spinning and darkness took over.
Commander Feral walked down the sidewalk to the Enforcer Headquarters to retreive his car, a smile stretched across his face. Dark Kat was assumed dead and the Swat Kats had nothing to do with it. He stopped abruptly when he felt his shoes slosh into a puddle. He rolled his eyes. Just great he thought disgustedly. Now he was wet. He sighed with dismay as he felt his boot soak through. When Feral looked down, his expression of disgust turned to sickness as he saw not water pooled around his black boots but blood, blood emanating from a Swat Kat lying sprawled across the pavement.
For a moment, Feral wanted to scream, then curiosity took over. Now was his chance. He could unmask the vigilante. The thought was tempting and, as he leaned closer, he noticed the blood caked on the mask. The kat’s tightly shut eyes began to flicker as if noticing the Commander.
“Umm…. Rrrrr.” The Swat Kat known as Razor struggled to form the words. Razor’s cracked voice was barely a whisper. “C.. Commander Feral….help.”
All thought of exposing the kat was postponed; it could wait. The Swat Kat needed help. To be continued…. How’d you like it? It was my first story ever and I will continue it soon. If u want to give me feed back, e-mail me at Twistedhalo6@aol.com
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