Yay! Chapter 4! Everyone starts to clash and the aliens arrive. Enjoy!
The night was warm which was usual for MegaKat City during its summers. Little twinkling stars spread across the sky. Most of the city couldn't see them but the further away from the bright lights the clearer they became. One such place was the Salvage Yard.
It was only ten o'clock so both of the mechanics of the yard were still wide awake. The burly tom of the two was working on a car that just wouldn't start.
"Jake! I hope you're done with whatever you're doing because you need to get your tail up here!" the tom yelled as he leaned under the hood of the vehicle.
The dark ginger tom sighed when his partner's call reached his ears. His pride and joy stood before him, shiny from the new coat of paint on it. The jet was fully repaired and operational from its last encounter with an omega.
"I'm comin' Chance," Jake replied before climbing the ladder up to the garage.
"You've been down there forever and you're covered in paint," Chance grumbled as he slammed the hood down.
"The TurboKat is fully operational again and it has a new coat of paint," Jake replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Glad to hear," Chance playfully cuffed his friend over the ear. "You just work too much."
"It's inherited," Jake shrugged before sitting down on the old sofa and clicking on the TV.
"The Deputy Mayor Miss Calico Briggs along with Dr. Abi Sinian have both concluded that this skeleton," Ann Gora gestured towards the massive cat like skeleton hanging in the background, "is from a new species of saber-tooth cats."
"Cool, maybe we could go check it out sometime," Jake said as Chance handed him a can of milk.
"And when would we ever have time to do that?" Chance raised an eyebrow in question.
"The day when we pay off our debt," Jake said, his words dripping sarcasm. "Like that will ever happen."
"Look on the bright side buddy, we get to be the SWAT Kats while we're working here," Chance smiled broadly.
"That's a really good upside," Jake smirked as he thought about the many times they'd saved MegaKat City and the world. "I'm going to go take a shower then go to bed."
"Don't use all the hot water," Chance mock growled as his partner headed upstairs to their small apartment like living quarters.
It was early in the morning. The planet looked so calm with clouds swirling over it. Its moon passed by the bay windows in only a matter of seconds. The occupants of the ship were wide awake, prepared to finish their search at last.
"Is it inhabited?" the female voice rang out above her crew.
The question was answered as a satellite floated past the windows. Crew members exchanged glances as they awaited their captain's orders. She stood on her platform, the rising sun casting light on her frosty fur.
"We'll land close to the source but do not engage any locals," she said as the sparse crew members began to direct the ship. "We don't want to be acknowledged as hostile."
"Yes, ma'am," another younger female replied as the control panel lit up with lights.
Enforcer Headquarters was relatively quiet. The skyscraper sized building stood proudly amongst the buildings around it. A few kats walked in and out of its doors at street level.
In a room respectively called the Radar Room, two older toms sat. They had a box of doughnuts sitting between them and steaming cups of coffee. The morning shift was so uninteresting and they were always tired when they started at four.
"Man," the light brown tom stretched and yawned. "I hate the morning shift. What time is it?"
"Eh," the dark brown tom picked up his wrist sluggishly and read his watch. "It's just about five thirty."
"Nothing interesting ever happens this early in the morning," the light brown tom groaned. "Even Dark Kat is still asleep this early."
"I wish I could be too," the dark brown tom mumbled.
The silent computer screens in front of them suddenly came to life. A red blip appeared and charts about the blip popped up everywhere.
"Oh boy, we've actually got something," the light brown tom grabbed his radio. "Commander Feral, we've got an incoming object. I think you should check it out."
Commander Feral had been in his office finishing up reports. He had a desk lamp on due to the fact that the sun was barely peaking over the horizon. When his radio crackled to life he nearly jumped out of his chair.
"I'm coming," the tall, burly tom stood and grabbed his coat as he walked out his door.
I hope this isn't Dark Kat's doing, I've had enough of that big nutcase, Feral growled inwardly. This week hadn't gone all that well. Dark Kat had appeared once with a weird almost crab looking machine. It was armored to the teeth and nothing in Feral's arsenal could make a dent in it. The SWAT Kats had appeared and tried to take the machine down. A new missile of the omega's short circuited the vigilantes' jet and they had to turn to their fancy motorcycles. Razor had gotten Dark Kat to follow him to a well known sinkhole on the beach.
"Gutsy tom," Feral grumbled as he remembered what the small tom did next.
He had been knocked from his Cyclotron and was walking on the deadly sand. The crab machine thought nothing of it. It followed him. The sand collapsed and both the machine and the SWAT Kat went down. T-Bone had been there luckily and shot a grappling hook into the pit which his partner used to pull himself out, leaving Dark Kat and his crab to sink.
Feral had been furious, and still was, at the damage that the omega had caused. He wanted to take his anger out on the SWAT Kats but couldn't find a good enough reason. The one tom had risked his life to save the city and would do it again in a heartbeat.
"Smith, what's the problem?" Feral growled as he entered the Radar Room, the door swinging shut behind him.
"A blip appeared on the screen," the dark brown tom answered as he started to open up the different charts. "At the speed it's coming in, it'll be here in a matter of ten minutes."
"Where is it heading?" Feral questioned as he pulled a radio from his pocket.
"Here, MegaKat City," Smith replied with complete certainty.
"The only place in the world where aliens land," Feral grunted more to himself than the other two toms.
"They land in Roswell," the light brown tom murmured which earned him a jab in the shoulder from Smith.
"Get a squadron of ten in the air and start patrolling the city," Feral ordered and stalked out of the small room. "Smith, keep me updated."
"Lt. Feral! Where do you think you're going?" an Enforcer fighter pilot questioned as he jumped on the wing of the jet he was supposed to fly.
"I'm going to patrol," Felina answered and shut the canopy over the cockpit.
The tom jumped from the wing, hitting the ground running back towards the control tower. A big, burly tom was standing there. He gulped as he approached his commander.
"Sir, Lt. Feral has gone out," the report was short but got the message through.
"That dang niece of mine!" Feral palmed his forehead. "She'll be the death of me."
The tom nodded fervently. He had worked with the commander's spunky niece quite a few times. She never listened to orders, always dug deeper than the others, and would always get out of a situation either with help, which she usually refused, or without help.
"Where is she patrolling?" Feral turned to the tom, startling him out of his thoughts.
"The coast, sir," he replied quietly.
"I'm going out, tell Lt. Steele he's in charge of ground operations," Feral cringed at appointing the young Lt. as in charge of anything but proceeded forward. "I want him to send out patrol cars and have emergency teams ready if need be."
"Yes, sir!" the tom took off into the building, happy for not getting in trouble for not stopping Felina.
"Approaching destination," a husky male voice rang out over the control room.
"Authorities are flooding the airspace," the younger male voice announced as he slid his headphones on.
"Put them on speaker, we need to know where they are so we don't harm them when we come in," the female ordered from her platform above.
The young male flipped a switch with one of his unsheathed claws. Noise on the ship instantly went from loud to near silent. Mixed voices blared over the intercom.
"Focus on air control only," the female ordered.
Nodding, the young male turned a knob gently with his massive claws. Quite of few of the voices faded away and left the ones that were concerned with the air control.
"Commander Feral, the target will be at its destination point within two minutes," a male's voice said.
"Where is its destination?" a gruff voice barked back.
"We can't get a fix but we think it's over the bay," came the reply.
"I'll take myself and nine others out there," the gruff voice cut out.
"Turn it off!" the female yowled and once again there was the din of her crew. "We'll have to keep an eye on ten authorities."
"What if they attack?" the husky male questioned as he rose up from his sitting position.
"We will not attack unless attacked," the female replied sternly, knowing some members of her crew had the habit of acting first and asking questions later. "But if we attack…"
"We attack with deadly force," the husky male finished.
"But you will leave all innocent bystanders out of the fight," she ordered, her voice carrying above all the racket. "If I see one child hurt by our forces I will tan someone's hide."
"Yes, ma'am!" her crew shouted in unity.
"Very good, now prepare to put the ship in hover mode," she turned tail and walked down the long winding stairs to the main floor. "We'll wait for them to make contact with us."
Felina flew her jet with much practiced ease behind her uncle. He was peeved that she disobeyed his order to stay with the ground forces as this could turn ugly in the sky if whatever was coming was hostile. But of course, she wasn't one for following orders.
"Uncle, what if these ones aren't hostile?" Felina asked over her radio as she glanced towards her uncle's jet.
"We can't take the risk of not being prepared," Feral replied gruffly. "Thousands of lives could be lost if we assumed they were not hostile and it turned out otherwise."
"I know," Felina rolled her eyes. Yes, her uncle was one of the best commanders she'd ever seen but he always assumed the worst. But his preparedness had kept thousands of innocent lives away from harm but his hard headedness had also put his Enforcers in danger.
The she-kat shook her head and looked towards the oddly colored sky. Clouds were swarming in from over the ocean and from the mountains in the north. If there was a storm coming, any fighting that resulted in knocking buildings over could make it hard for performing rescues.
There was a deep rumble like thunder but no clouds were close enough to have made it. Felina and the other Enforcers looked up. Their eyes beheld something familiar and terrifying. A silver ship was hovering over the bay, the rising sun glinting off of it. It was about half the size of Mutilor's ship but didn't sport the spikes coming out of it.
"Uncle, I think they're here," Felina grunted through her radio as the squadron began to approach the fantastic silver disk.
"I know, Felina," Feral grumbled then switched his radio so he could speak with the intruders.
"Receiving a message from their leader," the young male jumped when the female appeared beside him.
"Put him on speaker," she raised her head high, nearing a staggering height of nearly eight feet.
"This is Commander Feral, who are you and what do you want?" came the stern statement over the intercom.
"We hail from the planet Achiderra and come in peace," the female answered in very calm, composed tone.
"We need you to evacuate your craft and come with us," Feral ordered, wondering whether or not this statement would rile the aliens.
"We respect your authority but we're not going to leave our ship," she replied evenly, sensing tension rising among her crew.
"Please just cooperate peacefully," Feral said, groaning to himself about how this would probably turn into a fire fight.
"We mean no harm, just allow us to conduct our business and leave," the female's voice was starting to strain.
"Your business is on our planet so it's now concerned as our business," Feral pointed out as his squadron got ready to fight if need be.
"I refuse to let my crew leave this ship as of yet," she growled before shutting the signal off. Her crew stopped what they were doing as she turned to them. "I may have just royally pissed off their commander but hold your ground and do not attack unless ordered to do so by me."
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