Chapter 10
"So you think that they're onto something and I think you're right. So what's the next move?" Mandora asked Zuthra via the video conference call. She was in her guest chambers at the Space Council of Planets headquarters on the far moon of Penal Planet Sixteen.
"Honestly, I think we should send troops to SG-17 and figure out if we can get some more evidence against the Mutants. Any luck from the spies?" Zuthra wanted to know.
"They've confirmed my fears. The Mutants are gearing up for something which usually means only one thing," she pointed out.
"War is a definite then that should be enough for the Council to send a team of Alien Rights Workers to Plundarr and her moons," Zuthra suggested.
"Oh I think so. I'll make sure the Council hears the development when they meet for their morning meeting in an hour. Anything else pop up during the discussion of the case?" Mandora wondered.
"No. Although I would like to voice my concerns about this impending doom," he told her.
"We all have concerns but we're playing it by the ThunderCats' rules. Besides any show of our hand and our allies won't have time to prepare properly for what's coming. As silly as it sounds, waiting is our best option along with keeping an eye on things," she sighed.
"Well at least I'm not the only nervous one," Zuthra gave her a half smile.
"Don't let them fool you; Lion-O and the crew are nervous too. They just have a better way of hiding it," she gave him a wink.
"I suppose so. Well good luck and we'll speak shortly," he said.
"Thanks and we'll talk to you later," with that the call ended and Mandora quickly got to work putting together a report of what had just transpired. While she was working her secret line that came on only in her helmet alerted her to a message incoming. The helmet translated the encrypted message and then waited for her to don the head gear.
"Identification," the robotic voice said.
"Mandora, Evil Chaser First Class," she told it.
"Password," the robotic voice instructed.
"Seven-six-two-eight," she responded.
"Access Granted. Message from Agent sixty-three is as follows: "Mutants have human prisoners from the Science Academy of the Galaxy. Will attempt to figure out what is going on. Next communication in twenty-four hours." With that the message terminated. Lion-O had indeed been right. Quickly the blonde took off her helmet and made a call to the Interplanetary Control Force Headquarters. They needed to know just what was that possible fuel source on SG-17 and quick.
Meanwhile, Leanna and Cheetara were having lunch together. The cheetah's mood had yet to improve despite the coffee and even some Berbil Fruit Tea that Snarf had brought her. Finally, the lioness cornered her at the lunch table with the help of Pumyra.
"All right Spots spill it," Lea said.
"Spill what?" The cheetah gave her a look.
"Whatever it is that's bugging you," Pumyra chimed in.
"I'm not sleeping well that's all," she admitted.
"Well a pot a coffee a day will do that to you," Lea raised an eyebrow.
"All right fine. I'm not sleeping because of the nightmares," Cheetara said.
"What kind of nightmares?" Pumyra asked.
"The kind where Lion-O ends up dead on our wedding day," the cheetah told them.
To Be Continued…