SWAT Kats: Red Moon Rising

Chapter 1: The Eastside Creatures

As the military and Enforcers continue cleanup operations at the Megakat Biochemical Labs, many questions remain unanswered and General Milton has refused to comment on the situation. He said that it was an unprovoked attack by Dark Kat and Dr. Viper and vowed to take action against them 'as soon as possible'. This may mark the first time where the military has decided to intervene in an otherwise Enforcer-only task. More to come this evening. This is Ann Gora from Kats Eye News reporting live at Megakat Biochemical Labs.

It was a quiet afternoon at the salvage yard and so far, Jake and Chance had only two cars to fix. Normally, it would be an easy task but with Jake having injured his arm the previous night, Chance had to do most of the work. Despite how much his friend insisted in helping, he refused to let him push himself lest he accidentally reopen the wounds. They were thankful that last night, the doctor on duty decided to treat the wounds free of charge. It turned out that the duo had once saved his son in a hostage situation and from that day on, he decided to repay the favour. The two did not really like the idea of a free treatment but since the doctor insisted, they took up the offer. So far, the antiseptic-and-stitches treatment was holding up and Jake seemed healthy enough but the doctor had advised them to return if things went bad. Chance had a feeling it would go bad because they did not tell the doctor how Jake got the wounds. They felt that they would reveal too much if they told the whole story.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Jake asked.

"For the last time, Jake, I'll be fine. General Milton's car has only a minor hiccup in the engine. Easily fixed," Chance replied without taking his eyes off the engine.

"Can't say the same for the other car," said Jake while gesturing at a red sedan. "I checked it and it looks like it needs an engine overhaul. I dunno how one can drive an old jalopy."

"Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. You rest your arm until it's fully healed."

"Are you – "

"Yes, I am."

Jake had no choice but to sit down on a chair and watch his friend work. He hated sitting around doing nothing but Chance had a point. If he tried to strain his wounded arm, it would tear open. It nearly did so an hour ago when Jake tried to lift a barrel of oil, the bandages started turning red with blood. Better not push it, thought Jake. While watching his friend fix the general's car, he felt rather hungry. It was odd because the two just had two large pieces of steak for lunch. Papa Toni's steak could usually last them until dinner but it was only half past noon. Jake thought nothing about the sudden hunger but instead, he remembered a large piece of meatloaf that was in the refrigerator. As much as he wanted to eat it, he could not bring himself to grab a piece because the meatloaf was supposed to be for Meatloaf Friday and that was a day later. Maybe Chance would not mind if he took only a small piece.

"Hey, uh, Chance, I'm feeling a little hungry so...um...I hope you don't mind me taking...um...a bite out of the meatloaf?" Jake asked in a cautious tone?

"The meatloaf?" Chance repeated while looking at his friend. "We just had a lunch at Papa Toni's and you're still hungry?"

"Yeah, kinda odd eh, heh," Jake muttered and rubbed his wounded arm as it seemed to be itching badly.

"Dude, it's supposed to be for Meatloaf Friday. You know how much time we took to prepare this. We're supposed to eat a whole meatloaf on Friday."

"C'mon, Chance, it's only a small piece!"

Seeing how desperate Jake seemed, Chance relented and allowed his friend to take a piece of the meatloaf. Secretly, he decided to take note on Jake's sudden hunger. There was no way to be sure whether or not it was because of the bite but Chance was no scientist so he could not say for sure. Still, Jake was never a heavy eater and it was rather odd. With Chance's permission, Jake helped himself to a slice of meatloaf as promised but it was not enough to sate his hunger. As much as he wanted to eat more, he forced himself to put away the meatloaf before his hunger can take over his urges. After closing the refrigerator, Jake settled down on the couch and decided to sleep, hoping that when he wakes up, it would be time for dinner. He tried to sleep but the hunger in him gnawed at his mind like a sentient voice. He tossed and turned on the couch but could never find a comfortable position to sleep. To make things worse, the itch in his wounds was worsening and he felt compelled to scratch it. But to scratch it meant risking open wounds. Jake felt so frustrated that he punched on a couch pillow as if tenderising a piece of meat. To his surprise and horror, he punched so hard that his fist went through the pillow and into the couch. His knuckle actually felt the cotton and springs in it. Jake quickly pulled his hand out and stared at the hole. He slowly turned to look at his fist before looking back at the hole again. There was no way a normal kat could do that, not even the fittest bodybuilder. Questions ran through Jake's mind like a train but no thought could be given to any of it as the emergency communicator sounded. He quickly took his mind off the hole in the pillow and the couch and retrieved the communicator that was on the table.

"Go ahead, Miss Briggs," Jake answered in his usual voice.

"SWAT Kats, there's a situation at the Eastside Docks. Feral has told me that there are unidentified assailants and a couple of Enforcer squads have gone missing. I need you to help check things out," Deputy mayor Callie Briggs said.

"A couple of squads? How many are we talking?"

"Three or four squads at least. It was supposed to be a raid on a possible catnip storage location. Also, a group of marines had apparently decided to help but even they did not report in."

"That's a lot of Enforcers and marines gone missing. We'll be there in a flash."

After Jake turned off the communicator, he quickly burst out of the office to inform his friend about the situation. He decided to leave out the detail about how he made a hole in the couch so as not to raise any alarms. Chance again wanted Jake to stay put but the auburn tom was rather adamant about going on a mission. In order to protect the wound, Jake retrieved a tough leather bracer and slipped it onto his wounded hand. Once it was properly secured, he put on his suit and slipped on the glovatrix. With their suits and masks on, Jake and Chance were now Razor and T-Bone respectively. The two leapt into the Turbokat and took off to the Eastside Docks.

Even though she was deputy mayor, Callie Briggs preferred to do hands-on work rather than sit in the office and complete a mountain of paperwork. She detested paperwork and it only fuelled her dislike with the addition of Mayor Manx's own. Callie swore Manx never did his own work since election, opting to play golf with some important kat instead. Said it was a 'business procurement negotiation' but she knew better. While Manx was the mayor, the employees in the mayor's office liked Callie more. Many thought she should have been mayor but she always declined to take up the post, citing her lack of experience in governance. She was indeed still a young kat but with practically all of Manx's decision-making being forced into her face, Callie was quick to gain experience. She could not believe that eight years ago, she was only an inexperienced office clerk under the employ of Mayor Callahan, a more competent mayor in her opinion. To rise from a humble office clerk to deputy mayor within eight years was unheard of and it was no doubt a big deal. If she were mayor now, she would be the youngest in Megakat City history at the age of 29. To be out in the city was always a refreshing change but more often than not, her excursions usually end with some sort of crisis engineered by one of the not-so-usual villains. Today was a slight exception because while there was indeed a crisis, it was not committed by any major villain. They would have made themselves known at the first chance they get as if they liked gloating about what they do. Callie was standing next to Feral with her arms crossed. They were outside the docks perimeter and all entryways were sealed off and guarded. The presence of a large number of Enforcers eventually attracted the press and the first to arrive on scene was Ann Gora and her trusty cameraman.

"I can't say for sure what happened to them but I'm not about to send more Enforcers in. Every time I send one squad in, they go missing and the squad sent to look for them also go missing," Feral answered Ann Gora when she asked him the situation.

"And how many squads have gone missing since you arrive here?" Ann Gora asked and held her portable microphone in front of the commander.

"Four squads," Feral said while held up four fingers, "and one marine squad," he added and raised one more finger to make a five.

"How do you intend to solve the situation if you're not going to send more Enforcers?"

"We've received a new shipment of unmanned drones from our R&D department. They should help discover the problem without putting any lives in danger. Whoever's behind this will not escape. I have all entryways blocked and patrol boats are guarding the docks."

Ann Gora nodded her head and turned her attention to Callie. "What do you think of the situation, deputy mayor?"

"I have no comment at the moment. Things seem to be under control for the time being but the Enforcers will continue to monitor the situation," Callie answered. She then turned to look at the Enforcer that was controlling the drone with a portable console. "At least they have something practical for a change," she muttered.

The new unmanned drone patrolled the now empty docks, its multi-spectrum camera swivelled in all directions while mapping out the place and constructing a three dimensional map for the operator. The Jaguar rescue and assault drone had been in service for years but Feral never used them extensively. Originally, it had only a 360-degree high definition camera and short-range sonar array for scouting purposes but later upgrades included a low velocity grenade launcher and a frag gun (also known as a shotgun). Its high-grade Katalyst armour could withstand small to medium calibre rounds as well as deflect some laser fire but anything larger than a 6.4mm round would deal damage to it. Unlike many unmanned drones used by the military, the Enforcer's Jaguar drone had spiderlike legs instead of tracks, giving it greater mobility than the military's Puma. It resembled a scorpion with the camera mounted on its tail and the two weapons were in the place of the claws. Feral did not like the design but it grew on his subordinates.

When the lone drone reached a junction, its sonar picked up some movement near an abandoned warehouse. The operator quickly turned the camera towards the source of the anomaly but found himself staring at a boarded up door. There was nothing unusual there, not even a single telltale sign that something had been there. Satisfied that the area was clear, the operator steered the drone away to another location, unaware that something was watching it from the shadows between two warehouses. It was not long before the drone stumbled upon a warehouse door that was slightly ajar. It was swinging softly, its rusty hinges creaking as the sea breeze stirred the door. The young kat looked at Feral, waiting for him to grant him permission to enter. Feral nodded his head once and the operator directed the drone through the entryway. Before it could enter, the onboard microphones caught the sound of jet engines behind it. That could only mean one thing.

"SWAT Kats," Feral growled. The drone turned around just in time to see Razor and T-Bone leap out of the cockpit. At first, they took no notice of it as their attention was directed towards their surroundings. After making sure that everything was clear, T-Bone noticed the scorpion drone and waved at it. Feral got hold of the operator's headphones and turned on the communicator. "Get away from there, SWAT Kats, the Enforcers will handle this!" he said and his voice emerged from the drone.

"Sending in one little robot? I think not, Feral," T-Bone answered. "Besides, I'm sure you're gonna need our help. Don't mind us tagging along eh."

"Your drone looks like it could use some company too," Razor added with a smirk.

Feral bared his teeth. He wanted to rebuke the two vigilantes for interfering in his job but when he recalled what General Milton said last night, he grumbled and forced himself to swallow his pride.

"Fine, you can tag along but any funny business from you and I won't hesitate to have you two arrested," Feral said in a low and dangerous voice. "You two ought to be careful. Something's taken out a couple of my Enforcer squads and a marine squad. We don't know who'se behind this yet," he said. He could not believe that he was actually briefing them on the situation. Knowing that Ann Gora was still there, he turned around and said to her "this is strictly off the record".

T-Bone, Razor, and the drone entered the warehouse. It was dark inside and not even the emergency lights were on. Only the sunlight from outside lit up limited areas of the warehouse with many more places still hidden in darkness. Before any of them could activate their flashlights, the SWAT Kats detected a strong metallic smell. It was the unmistakable smell of blood. T-Bone and Razor were unnerved but the drone could not smell so the operator was unaware of the situation until Razor mentioned about it.

"This can't be good," Callie muttered, her expression changing from calm indifference to a look of concern.

"If anything happens to them, I'll make sure whoever's behind this will pay," Feral remarked with a clenched fist.

"Let's light this place up," Razor said.

T-Bone and Razor turned on a flashlight mounted on their helmets while the drone's camera switched from normal vision to night vision. They soon came to regret it because the light beams unveiled a horrific scene that seemed to come straight out of a slasher film. Hanging from the wooden rafters of the warehouse were heavily mutilated bodies belonging to the missing Enforcers and the marines. All of them were hung by their right leg, some bodies had missing heads while the others had parts of their bodies torn off in a violent manner. The floor was a large blood pool mixed with the innards of the poor kats who had their abdomens ripped to shreds. On the ground was a body pile with a stake sticking out in the middle. It pierced through the rear end of an unfortunate marine and the tip came out through his mouth. The marine's face wore a permanent expression of a shocking and painful death, his glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. Ann Gora reeled back at the sight, horrified beyond her wildest imagination. Callie felt weak in her knees and her hands covered her mouth. Feral uttered 'by the gods' while his operator's hand was trembling, his mouth slightly ajar. Through the speakers connected to the console, everyone present heard T-Bone mutter something incoherent but Razor was silent. He too was horrified but he felt something else in him besides horror and disgust. It was unexplainable and at the same time, a burning sensation engulfed his wounded hand.

"By all that's holy," T-Bone said softly. "T-this isn't what I've expected. Feral...I...what should we do?"

The question came as a surprise to the commander. This was the first time he actually heard a SWAT Kat asking him for advice.

"Stay calm. Whoever did this could still be around. Be on your guard, I'll be sending in some Enforcers to back you up," Feral replied in a surprisingly calm voice.

"That'd be appreciated. C'mon Razor, let's go," T-Bone said to his friend.

"Y-yeah. Let's...split up," Razor said with a quiver in his voice.

T-Bone turned to glare at his friend and said, "Are you nuts?! I'm not about to be skinned alive by some psycho kat! Gods forbid there're more than one of them."

When he saw that his friend had bolted off into the darkness with his light turned off, it raised alarms in his mind. Razor was not acting rational and now, he was left alone with the drone. At least it was some comfort knowing that Feral was backing him. T-Bone liked action but it would be a stupid thing to do if he just ran into the unknown with cold-blooded killers on the loose. He suggested to Feral that they back off to a safe place but when he turned around, T-Bone saw the door slam shut and the sound of keys locking the door filled him with fear. He rushed towards the door and started turning the knob but it was as he feared. It was locked. Slamming the door proved futile as it would not budge.

"Some catnip storage this turned out to be," he thought to himself while kicking the door as hard as he could. Then, an idea came to his mind. "Feral, do you think you can shoot down the door with that drone cannon of yours?"

"It's a grenade launcher," Feral corrected. "I'll try but there's only one shot in it."

"Make it count."

The operator had the drone take aim at the door knob but before he had the chance to fire off the grenade, the entire console screen burst into static and the red words Drone Unit Destroyed appeared on the screen. He was speechless. For a while, everyone was silent until Feral drew a pistol and crossed the police line.

"Commander Feral, where're you going?!" Callie exclaimed with a hand outstretched as if to stop him.

"Someone in there needs my help and I'm not about to let some Megakat Asylum inmate nut kill him. Enforcer Squad Omega, you're with me!" Feral shouted in an authoritative voice.

Back at the warehouse, T-Bone found himself staring at a pair of red eyes that belonged to an unseen creature that was clearly two heads taller than him. For some reason, his flashlight had sputtered out, leaving him to face the thing in almost complete darkness. The light shining through the windows did not land on the creature so he had no idea what it was. What T-Bone did know was that the creature was breathing hard and he could smell something rotten coming from it, probably the smell of its mouth after eating corpses. The creature had taken out the drone just before it could fire and the lone SWAT Kat wondered if it knew what the drone was about to do. Even after so many bizarre missions, this one still scared him. Not even the giant mummy commandos of Katchu Picchu could top this creature in terms of striking fear into him. He had to survive and that meant fighting, even if the odds seemed to stack against him. Seemed to, because T-Bone had no idea of the creature's strengths or weaknesses but he assumed it would be stronger than he is. He pointed his glovatrix at the pair of red eyes and fired a new type of missile called the tazer missile. It worked exactly like how a tazer would work but the jolts lasted a shorter period of time than the tazer darts from a handheld device.

The creature dodged the missile swiftly and utilising the cover of darkness, it ambushed T-Bone from the side, knocking him into a pillar. The force of impact shuddered the rafters in turn made the bodies move a little. He got back to his feet, his back aching but flowing adrenaline dulled the pain. The creature was there, right in front of him, standing there as if waiting for him to make the first move. The pair of red eyes was unblinking and it seemed to stare right through his soul.

"Alright you ugly creep, you wanna tussle with a SWAT Kat? Let T-Bone show you some butt-kicking kat fu," he said angrily in an attempt to make himself more confident and less scared.

Of course, it was a stupid thing to say because the creature seemed to understand his threat. It launched at T-Bone again but this time, he managed to dodged the attack and the creature slammed into the wall face first. Not letting up the offensive, he fired another tazer missile at the creature. This time, it hit home and the missile embedded itself into the skin of the creature and gave it several good jolts. Each jolt elicited a howl of pain that sounded like a cross between the cry of a normal kat and that of wolf. T-Bone was about to finish off the creature with a saw blade launcher when something smacked him hard in back of his head. He had his helmet on but even the blow was powerful enough to knock him out cold for a while.

When he came to, T-Bone found himself leaning against the wall with Commander Feral and Callie Briggs standing in front of him. Apparently, they were outside and the light of the sun shone right at his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head and groaned a bit.

"Man...feels like somebody planted a sledgehammer right in the back," T-Bone said softly.

"You're lucky my Enforcers came in time. Otherwise you'd end up like the rest in that warehouse," Feral said.

"I suppose I have you to thank for," said the tabby tom while getting back onto his feet. "Especially for not pulling off my mask," he added after making sure that it was still there.

"Trust me, I'm tempted to," Feral muttered.

"What happened in there, T-Bone? Where's Razor?" Callie asked in a worried tone.

"Wish I could tell you more, Miss Briggs. All I know is that Razor ran off into the darkness without any explanation and I was attacked by more than one...things in there," T-Bone answered.

"You mean those large kat-like creatures with long claws and bright red eyes?" Feral asked. When he saw T-Bone giving him a look of confusion, he said, "We caught sight of one after we broke down the door but I think there's more than one in there."

"No kidding. I was facing one of them when another took me out. Could've been kat chow if you hadn't arrive earlier," T-Bone remarked.

Just then, a voice came through Feral's walkie-talkie. It was his niece Felina and she had some good news.

"I've found Razor. He seems alright but he's shirtless. No signs of wounds on his body and his breathing is steady," Felina reported. "His mask...is surprisingly still on."

"Good work. Bring him back to safety."

When they brought Razor back out to the daylight, he was limp and Felina had to get two Enforcers to hold him up and escort him out of the warehouse. Like Felina mentioned, Razor's mask was still on and perfectly intact but his flight suit was mostly torn. The lower part of his flight suit was torn in many parts as if some large creature had scratched it all over while the upper part was completely gone. Only bits of it hung limp above the belt. T-Bone quickly rushed to his friend's side while he was being placed down onto a waiting stretcher. Callie, Feral, and Felina thought it odd that Razor was completely unharmed despite having his flight suit torn nearly to pieces by the creatures. Feral's eyes wandered to the bandages on Razor's hand and saw that it was soaked red with blood. He let out a low 'hmm' and scratched his chin. His niece and Callie Briggs joined T-Bone in trying to wake Razor up but Feral stayed back to examine the unconscious SWAT Kat. He sized up his body and noticed something familiar about the build of Razor's body and the colour of his fur. Feral might be stubborn towards change and flexibility but he had a sharp mind. Still, despite some rather familiar things about Razor, Feral refused to jump to conclusions.

"I think I need to pay those two a visit," he thought.

An Enforcer medic nearby knelt beside Razor and took out a jet injector from his medical kit. It contained stimulants enough to wake even the heaviest of sleepers but the dosage was low enough so that it does not cause one to become overly high. The medic injected the stimulant and waited. After a minute, Razor slowly opened his eyes and blinked slowly. He seemed dazed at first but was quick to recover from it. T-Bone helped him up to his feet and Razor had to steady himself a bit before he could stand straight properly.

"How...how'd I get out here?" Razor muttered.

"You tell me," T-Bone said with arms crossed. "You ran off into the darkness after saying you wanted to split up."

"Yeah, I-I think I remember saying that we split up but I can't...remember anything after that. Did I really run off somewhere?"

"Run off somewhere? Dude, you just ran right into a nest of lunatics!"

"I survived, didn't I?" Razor said and examined his body. "Must've gave them a good butt-whooping while I was out cold. Maybe I'm that badass," he said jokingly with a grin.

Razor may be trying to joke but no one else was laughing. At least he was alright and T-Bone was happy about it. The Enforcers made a rapid sweep of the area but aside from the brief glimpse of the creature they saw when they broke down the door, there were no other encounters anymore. Seeing that the situation was calm and the area safe, Feral had the bodies cleared. Such an incident would definitely make headlines in tonight's news and the loss of a marine squad would attract the attention of the military. Feral knew he had many things to answer for and the deputy mayor wanted a damage report on her desk. At this point, a damage report would be a formality instead of something essential. Megakat City has experienced so much damage so many times that a million-dollar damage seemed like any other trivial damages caused every day. It would not last long though because a year back, the Federal Parliament has decided that the City Hall would pay its own damages and the recent economic downturn would not help the city's coffers. Callie had sent Feral a memo before, stating that she wanted Feral to take firm action against 'high threat' criminals like Dark Kat. People were tired of paying for damages and losses every time and the tax money could be used for something useful. With the situation at the docks seemingly resolved, Feral allowed the SWAT Kats to leave, much to the pleasant surprise of Felina and Callie. As the Turbokat took off, Felina approached her scowling uncle and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You did the right thing," Felina said softly. "At least they are free to help us fight another day."

"I hope I did. Felina, I'd like you to accompany me to the salvage yard tomorrow. There's something I'd like to do," said the commander.

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Oh nothing too important. I just want to check on those two disgraced Enforcers Jake Clawson and Chance Furlong."

"Is that it? What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing wrong, Felina," Feral answered. "Just making sure they're not hiding anything from me."

In what Deputy Mayor Callie Briggs called a 'total disregard for life', the murders at Eastside docks has sparked a city-wide kat hunt for possible suspects responsible for the deaths of over a dozen Enforcers and seven marines. Citizens are told to keep on the lookout for dangerous-looking kats and contact Enforcers should they see anything suspicious. Commander of the Enforcers, Ulysses Feral, has advised all citizens to not attempt anything that would provoke the suspects. In other news, workers demolishing an abandoned building have found a mysterious wall chicken.

By the time T-Bone and Razor made it back to the salvage yard, General Milton was in the office waiting for them. It was already four in the evening. Two military police kats stood guard outside the office with their weapons drawn. When they saw Jake and Chance approach the office, the two MPs allowed them to pass and enter the office. General Milton was reading a magazine and he raised his head when he heard the office door open.

"Ah, there you two toms are," the general said with a smile. "Had an emergency to respond to?"

"Yes sir," Jake answered quickly. "An old lady's car broke down and we had to do some roadside repairs."

"Yeah, did it free of charge too," Chance added.

The general seemed to buy their alibi. "That's mighty chivalrous of you two. I suppose you fixed my car too?"

"It's good to go. Just a minor problem with the fan belt and carburettor. Other than that, your car's in pretty good shape, sir," Chance said while showing the general to his car.

One of the MPs took the keys from Chance and started up the car. There were no odd sounds coming from it and the general nodded his head in satisfaction. After paying the two mechanic toms, the general entered the car and wound down the window.

"Oh, before I go, I had a little talk with Feral last night. I hope he won't be giving you two any hard time in the near future," said the elderly kat.

"So...does that mean we can get pardoned?" Jake asked in a hopeful tone. "I'm sure it wasn't our fault that Enforcer HQ was damaged."

"Oh don't you toms worry about it. I have knew about the incident but I can only advise Feral. Whether or not he'll reinstate you back into the Enforcers is entirely up to him. It is not the military's business to decide on Enforcer decisions"

"Oh bummer," Chance muttered. "Here I was, thinking that we can finally stop paying for something we didn't do."

The general chuckled a bit and said, "You two take it easy. Even if Feral doesn't reinstate you, at least I hope he treats you and the rest of the Enforcers better. Now, I really must leave to attend to some important matters."

The general's car left the salvage yard and the two stood there for a bit to watch the car make a turn at a junction. After that, it disappeared behind a building. There was only the red car left but the owner said he would not be back in a few days so Chance decided to leave it be for a while. Given that there were no other customers coming in, the two decided to take it easy for a bit. It was too early for any after-hour shows so Chance brought out a couple of Katastrophe Kronikles movie DVDs to watch. Jake had masterfully hidden the hole in the couch by covering it with a new pillow and sat next to it so his friend would not find out about it. The tabby tom did not suspect a thing and the two spent the rest of the day watching their movie.

A/N: 5 reviews for one chapter. I'm really happy for that and you have my thanks! I appreciate more reviews and suggestions so keep it coming. As usual, I apologise for any typos, grammar mistakes, or continuity errors and OOC-ness.

Roller77: Thanks for liking it! By the way, you got some rather interesting stories. Good read.

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Cyberkat: I really, really appreciate your input. Will Razor be saved? Tune in to find out! Feral will definitely be an important character in this story and yes, all the good guys will team up for the final battle. Against who? I won't spoiler it. I'll also take into consideration your suggestion for a Megawar II story. Anyone else have any different suggestions? Feel free to suggest.

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