A WORLD BEYOND DREAMS, CH 21Chapter 21: Through the Portal
Arriving at Megakat Park a few short minutes later, they encountered a circle of choppers outfitted with huge spotlights guarding the site. They were quickly identified and allowed to land. T-Bone parked the Turbokat outside the protective rings Feral had set up.
The pair leaped from the cockpit and walked toward the first of the rings which were Enforcers wearing Keflar vests, armed with large flashlights and large bore weapons that would fire iron fillings and standing some thirty feet from the portal area. Passing through this ring, the two reached the second ring some twenty feet further on consisting of Professor Hackle's robots that wore a thin layer of iron over their hard metal bodies.
Though of mixed blood, T-Bone still hissed when he came within ten feet of that much iron. The city did not use true iron in its technology or buildings, choosing a mixture of steel and Agracite instead which was why T-Bo
CHRISTMAS THAT NEARLY WASNT"Crud! What a night, seems as if every omega decided to wish us an unMerry Christmas, buddy," T-Bone grumbled, peeling his sweat soaked g-suit off and tossing it into the laundry basket in the corner.
"I believe it," the slimmer of the two vigilantes growled, pulling his own dirty g-suit off.
"Well it's Christmas Eve, hope to hell they stay in for the night. I'm bushed."
Jake grimaced as he tugged on a tennis shoe, "why stop when they're ahead?" he said, sarcasm dripping in his tone. "I mean, we've seen nearly all of them this week finishing up with the Pastmaster a couple of hours ago."
"There's still Dr. Viper. He hasn't made an appearance," Chance sourly reminded him.
"Ohhh, that's right. *sigh* Wonder what he's cooking up for the main event," Jake snorted, disgust and exhaustion warring on his face.
"Whatever it might be, I want to eat and take a nap before it happens."
"Good idea but first we need to reload the Turbokat."
A groan was all Jake heard but his tired friend dutifully h
OLD MAGIC, CH 13Chapter 13: Setting a Trap
A huge shape stepped from the darkness of the forest and walked across the green to the rustic hut that was the groundkeeper's home. Wine came alert and mewed a greeting.
"And a good evenin' to you, Wine. What brings you by tonight, eh?" Hagrid asked, as he dropped his load of firewood onto the woodpile near his front door.
Wine responded by rearing up in the air, forepaws waving, head raised upward.
"Ah, I see," Hagrid murmured, untying the ribbon that held the small paper tube around the kneazle's neck. Giving Wine a gentle caress to the head before standing up, he unwound the ribbon allowing the note to unroll. Frown lines creased his face as he read the missive then used a bit of magic to incinerate it when he'd finished. Glancing down at the kneazle, he said, "Thank you for deliverin' the message. Harry give you other instructions?"
The kneazle nodded dropping his body and going into a stalking pose as if he were hunting a mouse.
"Ahh...wants you to watc
LIVING IN THE PAST, CH 8Chapter 8: The Time is Now
Going with T-Bone's suggestion, Feral ordered those not involved in the running of the camp to do calisthenics every day; morning, noon, and night. He designed it to accommodate all the different ages and disabilities of the people, that way there were no excuses about participating. Not only would they feel better but they would be too tired to cause trouble.
With plans in place to prevent another riot, he could now concentrate his attention on the spy missions. But his first order wasn't well liked by T-Bone.
"I'm not giving you an option here. I may not think much of you two but the people here either hero worship or fear you. This behavior will work to keep them calm and/or obedient but only if one of you is here at all times, so that means you separate," Feral argued.
Before his partner could snarl back, Razor interrupted. "He's right, buddy. With one of us here peace can be maintained. I'll go with Feral and you with Felina
LIVING IN THE PAST, CH 7Chapter 7: Horror in the Cavern
At first things seemed to go along smoothly. Everyone that had a set task, were taking care of it daily, however, those that had nothing to do were beginning to meet more and more frequently in larger and larger groups with much shouting and arguing going on.
Steele was becoming nervous about it but Morgan had gone on to be completely paranoid. He was certain the groups were plotting something. Steele wasn't so certain yet but he knew something was up. Morgan finally pulled Steele aside on the sixth day of the Commander's absence.
"Listen! We have to find something for these people to do. I can feel something bad brewing and I don't like it!" he hissed, eyes narrowed in tension as he looked around the cavern as they talked on a ledge above the cave floor. It was a good vantage point for watching for trouble. Right at that moment, another large group was having what looked like a rather intense conversation.
"They're just trying to keep their spirits up!"
LIVING IN THE PAST, CH 6Chapter 6: Reaching Megalith City
The next morning, early, the family was already up fixing breakfast as were the group from the future.
Feral took a moment to speak to Justin. "How far is it to Megalith City?"
"At least three days, my lord."
That wasn't good news but at least they finally knew just how much further there was to go now. "Thank you," Feral said gruffly then returned to his group to eat breakfast and relay that bit of information.
T-Bone grimaced. "Three more days? I hope things are still doing alright back at the cave."
"As do I," Feral sighed.
"It might take us a little longer than that as their horse is kinda old and that will force us to move at its pace but at least the injured can ride so we're no longer delayed. That's a little good luck," Razor reminded those that were groaning at Feral's news. They all nodded that was very true.
So, in better spirits and in quick, military fashion, the camp was cleaned up. The family was aided in reloading their wagon and the ho
LIVING IN THE PAST, CH 5Chapter 5: Traveling to Megalith Castle
That first night, they camped out in the trees as they weren't that familiar with all the animals that roamed these woods. It turned out to have been an excellent decision as late that night a pack of wolves found their scent and spent a good thirty minutes howling below their trees before T-Bone finally got annoyed by their howling and fearful someone might investigate the noise, sent a small plain missile to explode harmlessly near the pack sending them scampering away in terror not to been seen again that night.
Though finally quiet, it was still an uncomfortable night as trees didn't make good beds. Morning arrived, cold and foggy, as they climbed down and ate a sketchy breakfast before taking off at a brisk pace once more. In this fashion, they made their way north.
At a small village along the way, they ran into their first bit of bad luck. After taking on some supplies, trading game they'd caught, the group headed across a meadow and throu