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Chapter 11
"I have a bad feeling about this," Cheetara said to Pumyra as the puma came in to check on her.
"About what?" Pumyra was confused as to what the cheetah could be referring to.
"My sixth sense is on the fritz. It's trying to warn me but I can't understand it. Radio the Tank and the Transport. I need to talk to them," Cheetara told her. Pumyra nodded and quickly headed for the nearest Evil Chaser who was standing guard. She quickly told him it was urgent to contact the teams in the field and he quickly tried to raise them on his helmet radio as they headed back to Cheetara's room.
"Mandora here, what is it Corporal Simmons?" The blonde's voice came over the external speaker.
"Lady Cheetara is concerned about the team, First Class. I thought I'd check in," he responded.
"All quiet on the Western Front for now but…" suddenly the transmission stopped.
"What happened?" Cheetara asked. All Simmons could do was shrug and attempt to raise Mandora again on the radio.
"The faint sounds of blaster fire are coming from inside the pyramid. I'm going in," were the last words they got before the transmission cut out for the final time.
"Blaster fire? That would explain my uneasiness," the cheetah swallowed. Simmons ignored them and quickly switched the speaker to internal mode and radioed the battle cruiser in orbit. Once updated, they quickly sent down two more transports full of Evil Chasers to Mandora's position.
"Back up is on the way ma'am. They'll have those Lunataks in no time," he tried to reassure her.
"Between the Sword, Wizz-Ra, and the Evil Chasers, I think they have this handled," Pumyra was trying to be reassuring but it was hard since it seemed she didn't believe her own words.
"I'm sure you're right," Cheetara only half-smiled. Concerned that her comrades were in danger and she could do nothing to help.
"Incoming transmission from the ship. Unidentified craft headed for Third Earth's air space. Ship seems to be in distress. The crew is approaching with all caution," Simmons suddenly spoke up.
"We weren't expecting any company. Any idea if it's Mutant?" Pumyra wanted to know.
"Negative. They'd have turned around once they saw the battle cruiser," the Evil Chaser said.
"Even if they needed help?" Cheetara was skeptical.
"We've seen it before. They rather die than spend time on the Penal Planet," Simmons said before the radio interrupted them.
"Ship seems to be Thunderian in origin. Our crew has pulled the ship to with the tractor beams and is about to board," he reported.
"I'm getting the others. They need to know," Pumyra took off down the hallway trying to locate Tygra, Lynx-O, the ThunderKittens, and Snarf.
"Survivors have been located and are heading for medical treatment. They are in fact Thunderian. More info will be passed along once the situation has been fully investigated," Simmons said.
"Thank you for your help. Please update us as soon as you can," Cheetara smiled at him.
"Of course ma'am," he nodded and then returned to his post. A few minutes later, the rest of the ThunderCats piled into her room.
"There are others? Are we really that lucky?" Tygra asked.
"Simmons said he'd give us more news as soon as he could but I know what you mean. Is it too much to hope?" Cheetara wondered.
To Be Continued…