Original SWAT Kats Story


By Sage

  • 6 Chapters
  • 10,304 Words

Chapter 6 up! Alternate Universe – He had watched helplessly as his friend walked away from everything they’d both stood for. Now, he was on a mission to get him back. (6 Chapters – Work In-Progress)

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Date Started: 1/11/2016
Date Finished: 1/31/2016

Chapter 3

“We’re not sitting around. Not while this planet needs our help.”

“With what resources, Commander? It’s not like we can walk to the nearest space port and ask for supplies.”

“We improvise, of course. Commander T-Bone, if I may?”

“Make it quick, Captain. We’ve got a limited time before our supplies, and quite possibly our oxygen, run out.”

“Very well. I suggest we all stop breathing.”

“Ignoring that. I’m pretty sure we can salvage the parts off the ship. Sure, it’ll be smaller, but it’ll hold out until we get to Novakata.”

“Tell me we’ll all fit, Captain.”

“Eh, I’m pretty sure a couple can get out and push, then just ride on the roof. Leave it to me, Commander. I’ll have us back in the skies in no time.”

– Kat Kommandos – Issue 45 –

A soft hum and a slight vibration near his fingertips told Jake that he had fallen asleep in the middle of… What was he building again? The last thing he remembered was something akin to a weapons gauntlet. Had he and Greenbox even finished? His phone vibrated again, demanding attention. Sleepily, he reached for it and glanced at the time.

At least, that’s what he would have seen had it not been for the coffee emoticon dancing on the smartphone’s screen, followed by a cheerful message.


/Good Morning, Mr. Clawson.\\

“Oh. Zed, right?” He sat up and stretched, for the first time seeing that he had fallen asleep at his work station. It then hit him that he was actually listening to the A.I. “Wait… you’re talking?”

/Professor Greenbox decided it would be easiest if we communicated this way. He installed the audio software before he left this morning. He will be returning soon.\\

Jake nodded to himself, remembering Greenbox saying something about having to “torture” his students with a midterm exam and that he’d be back later that afternoon. Hopefully, after he got some sleep too.

“How long was I out, Zed?”

The words transferred themselves to the main computer console, then echoed across the hangar. /Four hours, nineteen minutes and thirty-two seconds. On average, you should be getting at least eight hours of sleep.\\

“So I’ve been told a million times.”

/A million times doesn’t sound accurate. Of course, if you had been told a million times, one would assume that you’d listen.\\

‘Don’t argue with the highly intelligent, annoyingly sarcastic computer, Jake,’ the tom told himself. Instead, he forced himself to smile. “Is there any coffee?”

/There is some brewing as we speak. Also, would you like a rundown of your projects for today?\\


“I’m actually surprised that you were willing to do this, Lieutenant Feral.”

Lieutenant Felina Feral watched the road in contemplation, a fist holding up her face against the window. “It’s not out of spite, Deputy Mayor. It’s more due to the fact that my uncle just won’t listen.”

“I’m sure Commander Feral is doing what he can to stop these attacks.”

Felina chuckled. “He is, and that’s the problem. That jet Dark Kat keeps sending out is faster than any of ours, and I’m pretty sure whatever missiles it has stockpiled came from the weapons facilities Dark Kat robbed. But, again, my uncle won’t listen to reason. Rather than attacking that jet head on, we should be looking for weak spots. If this friend of yours can do that, well, you’ve got my attention.”

“This friend knows the pilot personally.”

The lieutenant arched a brow. “Oh, it gets even better.”

“All I ask is that you hear him out before you leap to any conclusions. At least see what he’s been working on.”

“Isn’t it kind of a step backwards that you’re telling me all this if you didn’t want military involvement?”

Callie smiled as they got out of the car once she parked in the salvage yard. “And, that’s how I know that you won’t say a word.”

/While I am aware that you are experiencing higher volumes of adrenaline, Mr. Clawson, my research has indicated that coffee must be consumed, and not expelled via one’s nostrils.\\

“Jake? Please breathe.” Callie was by a gasping Jake’s side in seconds, leaving a befuddled Felina standing next to the computer console.

It took a while, but Jake finally managed to point in the lieutenant’s direction while still gasping for air. “Said… no military ‘volvement… she here…”

“She’s here to help,” Callie returned calmly, helping him sit in the nearest chair.

“Help? How?” Mopping his face, Jake eyed Felina with some scrutiny. “No offense, Lieutenant Feral, but your uncle and I aren’t exactly on good terms right now.”

“So I’ve gathered,” Felina retorted. “And, I can promise, Clawson, that I don’t always agree with my uncle’s methods.”

“Really? Any chance you can put in a good word for me and get my discharge reversed?”

“I could.” Felina leaned against the console. “But, I have a feeling that’s the complete opposite of what you really want.”

Jake pushed himself off the chair. “More than anything, I want Dark Kat behind bars. He’s basically the whole reason all of this started.”

“Good. Then, we’re on the same level. Deputy Mayor Briggs told me that you know the pilot personally.”

The tom didn’t make eye contact. Instead, he busied himself with one of the gadgets sitting on his work station. “Chance Furlong. He was my partner back in the Enforcers.”

Felina’s eyes widened considerably, exchanging a look with Callie, who merely nodded. “Furlong?! He was one of the best pilots we had!” She stopped, her eyes now narrowing. “Of course. It’s all starting to make sense. That jet he’s piloting is impossible to catch up with, and I’ve seen you guys pull off crazy stunts before… well, you know.”

“So, now that you know, what’s stopping you from running back to headquarters and telling the Commander everything you’ve learned and seen here?” Jake finally looked up. “I don’t mean to be rude, Lieutenant, but your methods aren’t stopping Dark Kat.”

“Clawson, I could put up signs in neon colors and my uncle would still stick to Enforcer protocol. Regardless of my last name, I’m willing to break a few rules. You want to get your partner back?” She pointed a thumb towards her chest. “You’re looking at someone who can hold her own in a dogfight and I’ll have the information you need to track him down. The question now is if you’re willing to trust me.”

Jake threw his hands up. “At this point, I’m willing to try anything. If Callie trusts you, then I trust you. Alright, Lieutenant,” he stuck out a hand, “I accept your help.” As Felina reached to give his hand a firm shake, he looked to the computer console. “Zed?”

/Yes, Mr. Clawson. Shall I bring up project number T-K47?\\

“Do that, and see if you can’t contact Professor Greenbox. I think it’s time to get that one off the ground.”


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1 comment on “Mayday”

  1. MoDaD says:

    Regarding Chapter 1: You know, now that I think about it after this, picturing Callie as a crime boss doesn’t seem so far-fetched an idea (whichever universe).

    And, a great follow-up, which reminds me I need to re-read some things as it’s been awhile since I last did. Looking forward to the additions you’ve got planned 🙂

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