Chapter 29: Mother

TERMS

tinton - 2 1/2 seconds
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 hours
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
Malant - 2 1/2 months
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 centuries
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 feet
heckson - 2 1/2 miles
tetson - 2 1/2 acres unit - 2 1/2 ccs
Tac - 2 1/2 pounds

Mayan Terms

p’uchik - spank
nohchil - Chief
Ahau - King
k’aat - Claim
k’iimil - Death
taak’in - gold

Characters

Bill Axor (AKA Ambrose) - Lion clan, Cit-Chac-Coh
King Tomco Traxor - Bill’s dead father, Lion clan
King Tobias Traxor - Bill’s dead brother, Lion clan
Queen Trianna Axor - Bill’s dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
Queen Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias mate, now Bill’s
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby clan, bill’s body guard and mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill’s body guard and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux clan
Skylos - Captain of Xendran star fleet - Wire hair clan
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos mate, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of Bill’s Uncles, Grey Tabby clan
Conrad Nox - Bill’s other Uncle Bengal clan
Assassin group - Jaguar clan
second assassin group - Ocicat clan
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Paladin Princess of Xendra, Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion clan
Timora - The great mother of the feline people, mate of first tribal leader
Hippacamp - Timora’s father, father of modern Xendran doctors
Kindra - The Female half of the start of Ambrose’s line

Knights

General Roth - Leopard clan
Gregor - Cougar clan
Gwayne - Panther clan
Thomas - Lynx clan

Paladins - Female Knights

Wrena - Leopard clan, Roth’s mate
Cetana - Cougar clan, Gregor’s mate
Dawney - Panther clan, Gwayne’s mate
Mileen - Lynx clan, Thomas’s mate

Ambrose looked at the readouts of the amount of heavily armored ships still on the surface. Grabbing his com, he continued with the plan that he’d thought of.

“I want all the best navigators that you have on this, cousin Typree. The slightest mistake and almost all of you will be dead in moments.” Ambrose walked to Skylos, watching for a moment as the male made several complex calculations. “I want them to then coordinate with Captain Skylos. We need to get this done as fast as possible with those ships they have; we need to strike first.”

Everyone agreed, and then they clicked off. Twitty was beside Skylos, writing down everything that he was saying. Her face screwed up in frustration at the complexity of what he was doing.

“Shouldn’t you let the computer do that?” She asked when he stopped to take a breath.

“No, I do the calculations and then run them through the computer. There are so many unknown variables that I can’t completely trust what the computer spits out. It’s a good tool, though I feel it is only that, a tool. I feel it can’t take the place of a living being’s complete actions or reactions ... If they could, then I’m afraid that those ships would no longer require living operators.” Skylos explained to Twitty.

“I can agree with that, though can’t living beings also make mistakes?” Twitty asked.

“Yes, we can. That’s why I run it all through the computer to check my calculations.” Skylos replied.

Twitty could only shake her head. It was bad enough that all this was beyond her. It also seemed that Skylos was speaking in another strange language. Shaking her head again, she bent over the note page, writing to the best of her ability what Skylos was saying.

Conrad Nox paced the room after seeing the bastard king’s ship, along with that of the sub-king of Mandria. Another alarm went off as he observed several more wings of the bastard king’s ships approaching.

Snatching a com, Conrad started shouting orders. Again, there was a light sound of laughter behind Conrad, causing him to whirl and snarl at the female.

“You’re far too late, you fool!” The female said between great gasps of air. “He’s already here. Accept your fate to die like one of royal blood should.”

“One of royal blood should not have to face a bastard pretender to the throne!” Conrad snarled as he reached back, bringing his fist hard against the female’s face. Conrad’s shock was evident as the female just smiled widely at him.

“Again, you fool. You don’t realize who he truly is. You should be afraid, very afraid. As I said, I have seen you dead at my paws. With him here, much of my power has returned. Soon, I doubt even your silly protective headgear will save you!” Laughing even harder, the female stopped suddenly, staring at Conrad.

Walking to the man at the console, Conrad whispered to him, then walked out the door. The man started to order the fleet to start departing, awaiting their confirmation that they were finished cycling their engines up. Two spectons later, one ship was lifting as the rest were finishing their cycles.

The Mandrian and Xendran fleets suddenly appeared above the Talandrian fleet. The two fleets started laying waste to all on the ground, even as a single craft ascended and then flashed out.

“Damn it!” Skylos shouted. “One of the bastards got away!” Skylos was snarling angrily.

“Not to worry,” Ambrose shouted as the two fleets started to land. “Alert all worlds of the ship so we know where it goes.”

Skylos nodded as he set out a system alert. “Done, sire; no matter where they go, we’ll know.”

A moment later, all the ships were down, with a multitude of soldiers emerging. Within a quarter specton, a huge sword battle ensued. Ambrose and the others were surprised that the Talandrians fought so well. With broad smiles, Ambrose, his knights, and paladins started to cut a wide path through the defenders. They had almost reached the main building when Ambrose felt a huge buildup of power, much like his own, the largest he’d ever felt.

Roth blocked a sword heading for Ambrose’s neck as he suddenly stopped, staring at the door of the building. “Sire?” Roth asked, “Are you alright?”

Shaking his head to clear it, Ambrose said nothing as he started to pull his people to the side, away from the door. “I am feeling a huge amount of power on the other side of that door. I...”

At that moment, there were the sounds of several males screaming. Then suddenly, the door exploded outward, carrying at least ten males with it. Most of the battle stopped as almost all stared at the female lion clan with yellow hair floating out of the doorway. Floating right to Ambrose, she growled as she stared hard at him. “So, you are the bastard that all this is about! I should kill you.”

Ambrose touched his head as she tried to invade his mind. The female pushed as hard as she could, surprised she could only enter the first level. Then she was shocked when she was pushed out! So, it was true. Trianna’s son was back, and he was the king. Pushing harder, she saw that he had all the powers of Trianna’s family. Then there was the fact that he had hers also, at an even stronger level.

“I know not who you are, female, but if you continue, you will be dead, severely hurt, or unconscious. This will be for quite a while; it’s your choice.” The female suddenly smiled as she dropped her attack and backed away.

Ambrose stared at the female, then suddenly smiled and nodded. This, of course, started the battle anew for the next toton. Finally, with a great many laying dead or dying, it was over. Ambrose looked around at Roth and Gwayne on his right, and Gregor and Thomas on his left. Behind him stood Wrena and Dawney on the right, behind their mates, while Cetana and Mileen were on the left, behind their mates.

Ambrose smiled at the look of satisfaction on all their faces. They were all covered in blood, including him. As he looked down, he could see that the new armor had served him well. Nodding to Roth and his Paladin mate, Ambrose moved toward the building that the female had retreated into.

“Mate!” Ambrose heard from two female voices behind him as he advanced forward. “Don’t you dare think that you are going in there without us!” Shaking his head slightly, Twitty and Glenna moved up even with him.

“I am in no...” Ambrose started.

“Mate, the last time you gave assurances like that, you almost died. I, for one, do not wish a repeat of that action!” Twitty said, her arms and paws crossed as she heatedly stared at Ambrose.

“I agree, mate,” Glenna said, then leaned close. “I am also sure that you don’t want to incite the wrath of Queen Niaco. We both know just how unforgiving she can be. I believe she is the fiercest of all your mates, plus her swordplay is, at present, beyond ours.” Here Glenna and Twitty smiled; they relished the challenge.

Shaking his head in disbelief for the third time, Ambrose turned with his two bodyguards, mates back toward the building. Upon entering slowly, with all their swords drawn, Ambrose’s eyes widened at the total carnage contained within. There were bodies everywhere, many with crushed heads and limbs. Sitting in the midst of all this sat the small female that had approached Ambrose.

“So,” she stated without looking up. “The battle is over. Good, a great many deserved the fate that you dealt them today. I feel that you have a great many questions, as I do. First, do I have the pleasure of addressing Ambrose Billous Axor? Formally known as Bill Axor of Earth?” Ambrose stared at her for a moment, then nodded.