Chapter 7
"You want to what?" Panthro gave Ben-Gali a confused look. The tiger had just explained everything to the panther.
"I want to set off a thermonuclear reaction without the nuclear part. Can it be done and can we do it in a hurry?" Ben-Gali asked.
"I know it has to be the frostbite talking but even if such a crazy thing could be done, I wouldn't have the slightest clue how to," Panthro shook his head.
"All right. Would there be a way to create the heat from a thermonuclear bomb without using radioactive materials?" The white tiger pressed.
"You're talking about fusion in regards to a thermonuclear bomb. A nuclear bomb utilizes fission. These reactions require a massive amount of energy and heat; something that cannot be reproduced without the nuclear reaction. We still haven't mastered cold fusion," Panthro pointed out.
"Ok well what would be the hottest bomb that we could produce?" Ben-Gali wanted to know.
"A standard warhead attached to liquid fuel would probably be it. We don't use a lot of those kinds of weapons. I know I don't have a standard warhead lying around," the panther said.
"Let me worry about that," the tiger smiled. He stood, thanked Panthro for his help, and headed back out of the Med Bay. He was stopped short by Tygra.
"Can you give Lion-O and update on our patients?" He asked.
"Sure. I'm going to fill him in on Panthro's idea and then I have to get to work," Ben-Gali said.
"Very good. Both Panthro and Lea are suffering from frostbite, scrapes, cuts, and bruises. I don't think they're in danger of losing any extremities but I'm slowly warming them to be on the safe side. Cheetara has burns on her body but so far her breathing doesn't seem to be impaired. We're running more tests to see what her internal organs look like and treating her exterior. She's in pain but we've gotten that under control with medicine," the orange tiger explained.
"How bad are the burns?" Ben-Gali wanted to know.
"Seems the uniform took the brunt of it but there are still some which her clothing stuck to. That's probably the worst of it," Tygra said. Ben-Gali grimaced before saying good bye to the older tiger and heading to the Control Room.
Meanwhile, Chilla and Alluro pondered their next move. They had seen the Feliner crash short of the Lair but both figured that the explosion had still killed Panthro and Lea. The storm that Chilla had conjured was doing what she expected it to do and they could see the activity in the city as evacuations toward the Lair had begun.
"Once the snow buries them, how do you want to proceed? There are so many options," Alluro pointed out before taking another spoonful of stew. Chilla had been pacing, instead of eating, and she stopped at his question.
"I suppose the next move would be to attack Third Earth. It is their last stronghold. If we intend to eliminate all Thunderians; that would be the only place they remain," she said.
"True but wouldn't it look suspicious to the Evil Chasers if Third Earth should suddenly suffer the same fate?" He wondered.
"Perhaps but what proof would they have? They'll be too busy cleaning up kitty-popsicles to be wondering about how this all happened," she argued.
"Oh no arguments there. Why don't we focus on getting Lion-O's head for the Mutant High Command's wall?" Alluro suggested.
"In the morning, we'll make our move. They'll be buried by then," Chilla gave him a wink.
To Be Continued…
