Title: A MEDIEVAL NIGHTMARE
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By some fluke of space and time, they arrived at night. The moon shone through the canopy as T-Bone guided the Turbokat back down from the stratosphere they had arrived in. As they came in close enough to see the city, they were appalled.
The Pastmaster had finally succeeded in changing the city in the week they had been gone.
“What do we do now, buddy?” T-Bone said tightly.
“First thing, go back up high before the Pastmaster sees us,” Razor said tensely.
“Right!” T-Bone said and quickly sent the jet back up to the stratosphere.
“Alright, now let’s head for the mountains,” Razor ordered grimly.
“Our backup base? But, what if it’s gone too?” he said as he sent the jet toward their newly constructed but unfinished base.
“We have to hope that he changed only the city and didn’t bother to do anything about the outlying areas. He probably put a magical barrier around the city to keep other countries from coming in as well. Hopefully, he extended it far enough we can reach our base or we’re screwed,” Razor said heavily.
They flew for some fifteen minutes and were relieved when they weren’t halted before they reached the hidden base.
As T-Bone hovered in front of the disguising waterfall, Razor depressed a control on his glovatrix and held his breath. A sigh of relief escaped him when the water parted like magic, revealing a hidden entranceway for the jet.
T-Bone flew them in and carefully landed. As the jet settled, the nose gear held for just a moment before crumbling forward jarring the pair forward in their seats.
“Ouch! Crud!” T-Bone cursed.
“Well, at least it let us land before collapsing, buddy, and our base is intact. These are good things,” Razor said pragmatically.
“Okay, now we have another problem… Feral…” T-Bone said as he shut down the jet.
“Hey! He’s in the same boat as us, you know, and he didn’t see where we are. We’ll make sure he doesn’t see when we leave. It can’t be helped that he’ll see the base in the first place, but he’ll be helpful when we repair the Turbokat, and he is a pretty good strategist, buddy. So, let’s get going. There’s no telling what’s happened to everyone we know, and we have a lot of work to do before we can help them,” Razor said as he jumped down into the cargo hold.
T-Bone sighed and joined him. They blinked when they saw Feral uncover himself. “Hey, smart idea, Commander. Made it through okay… no injuries?” T-Bone asked.
“No, I’m fine. Where are we?” he asked.
Razor told him what they had seen on arrival and where they were now. He also explained what they had to do and for him to think of ways they could defeat Pastmaster. Feral growled unhappily about the situation but was, surprisingly, not angry with their decisions. Razor opened the cargo doors, and they walked into their unfinished base.
“Impressive!” Feral commented as he looked around. “So, we want to get started repairing the jet. Do you have what you need here?” Feral asked briskly as he removed his coat and tie and got ready to work.
T-Bone stared at the big kat in surprise, but Razor accepted his willingness to help them easily and answered.
“Yeah, fortunately, I do have some things here, thankfully. So let’s get busy!” he said.
Over the next several hours, they worked tirelessly, repairing the jet and loading weapons on board as well. It was a few hours past dawn when they finally finished.
“I suggest we get some much needed rest and eat. When we get up, we hold a strategy meeting on how to take back our city,” Feral said.
“Good idea! We have some canned stuff here and small sleeping quarters. I have a pad I can put on the floor for you, Commander. There’s a shower too,” Razor agreed. T-Bone just nodded tiredly and followed Razor to their quarters.
After taking turns showering, T-Bone lent Feral a pair of coveralls, they made a hasty meal and laid down.
An hour after dusk, they were eating a meal and discussing plans.
“We can’t be seen in the jet, but we do need to get close to find out what’s going on,” Feral said in concern.
“Not a problem. We’ll go in as close as we dare then hide the jet and take the hoverkat. It’s nearly soundless. The cyclotrons are way too noisy even if they would get us there faster,” Razor told him.
“Good! Then all we need now is disguises. We certainly can’t walk around like this. Since he changed the city into the dark ages, he may have kats wearing the appropriate clothing. I suggest we wear cloaks, that seemed to be common wear around Callista’s castle,” Feral said thoughtfully.
“Yeah! You’re probably right. But, we’re going to have to steal some because I don’t have anything here that will work,” Razor said.
“So, we slip into the city, steal some cloaks, then try to find out where everyone is, especially Pastmaster, right?” T-Bone recapped.
“Yes, and we should wait till full dark but before the moon comes up,” Feral said firmly.
The SWAT Kats nodded in agreement. They discussed what else they should take with them and cobbled together odds and ends that might be useful to their plans. Razor checked over the hoverkat and tested it. They loaded it with their equipment.
“Well, we’re as ready as we can be. Why don’t we see if we can get anything on any radio frequency?” Razor suggested as he headed for his communication’s center.
It was a depressing experiment as all they got was static until a burst of sound struck them. The signal was from outside the city. It was Dr. Sinean. She was apparently at an archeological site far enough out of the city to not be affected.
Razor zeroed in on her signal, “Dr. Sinean, this is Razor. Where are you?”
“Razor?!!! Oh thank God! I’m at the remains of the Katchu Pichu Pyramid that you sank a year ago. Where are you?” Dr. Sinean asked, relieved to hear their voices.
“We just returned from the past. Are you alone?” he asked.
“No, there are about five others here with me,” she told him.
“Have you tried to get back to the city?” Razor asked.
“Yes, but there is some kind of barrier. I take it, it’s the Pastmaster?” she said resignedly.
“I’m afraid so. Somehow, he managed to capture us and Commander Feral, put a pain curse on us and sent us to Queen Callista’s time. She, fortunately, removed the curse and saved our lives and sent us back. We were, luckily, inside the barrier he put up. We could use your help on how we could defeat him this time. We plan on sneaking into the city to find out what is going on since we’ve been gone. We’re leaving here in just a few hours.” Razor told her.
“I would normally have had you go to my office, but I suspect it doesn’t exist now. I’ll try and think what you can do from our past experiences, but, without my books, I don’t know how much I’ll be able to remember and whether it will help,” she said helplessly.
“Yeah, I’m in the same boat. Though my computer works for retrieving my own files, the internet doesn’t function. Well, do the best you can, and we’ll check things out and get back to you in the morning, alright?” Razor said, sighing.
“Alright. We’ll wait for your call. Please be careful,” she said worriedly.
“We will, good night,” he told her and cut the connection. “Well, I was right. Pastmaster did enclose the city.”
“Well, it’s up to us then!” T-Bone said grimly.
The other two nodded in agreement.
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