Chapter 13
"How is he?" Cheetara asked as the trained staff tended to their King.
"Well so far the scans only detect a possible concussion and two broken legs." The young puma replied.
"Two broken legs?" The cheetah gave the medical technician a look. He made it sound like it was no big deal.
"I must go back and join the fight. As soon as I…" she didn't get to finish as loud zooming noises filled the skies. Looking around, motorcycles and larger ships filled the air.
"Evil Chasers Attack!!!" Mandora yelled through her radio helmet. The cheetah rushed over to the law woman and saw her left leg was in a cast.
"Thank Jaga." Cheetara said.
"We'll fight them to the last. No doubt those lousy Mutant scum are in for a surprise." Mandora chuckled. Cheetara chuckled as well. If all the Evil Chasers were as tough as Mandora the Mutants had no idea what they were up against. The cheetah gave a nod and zipped off back to her ThunderStrike pod.
Meanwhile, Rataro watched as his remaining air troops were getting shot out of the sky by the ThunderCats' reinforcements.
"Damn them! Where is Mumm-Ra?" He asked a question no one could answer. None of the Mutants had any idea what was keeping the mummy.
"We can't wait for him. On my signal, we start moving in our attack force." The rat declared. This sent the troops into a lather. They were all anxious to kill some ThunderCats.
Mumm-Rana was busy using the miserable mummy as a punching bag when he kicked her in the stomach. She fell backwards and Mumm-Ra took this opportunity to try to get the upper hand but she kicked him in the groin. He fell backwards and cursed under his breath.
"Damn you woman!"
"You can curse at me all you want but I am stronger than you realize. I will destroy you. Now call off the Mutant troops before more people die or I will use that strength to crush you." Mumm-Rana now had her foot on Mumm-Ra's throat. The mummy gagged and tried to speak so she eased off his throat slightly. After a good cough, Mumm-Ra rasped,
"You cannot kill me wench for then you will take my place as master of all that is Evil. The war will continue and Evil will be victorious." Unfortunately, he had a point; murder begets murder. So what would she do?
Up at the Space Base, Sahara watched as Ma-Mutt's body began to shake. She called out for help and the medical technicians came running in. Tyler pulled her back as they assessed the situation.
"Is he having a seizure?" One wondered.
"I have no idea. I've never worked with the living dead before." The other said.
"What's going on?" Pumyra asked as she entered the room. Ma-Mutt continued to convulse on the med-bay bed.
"Give me another sedative. He's going to rattle himself apart!" The first technician shouted as he tried to hold the dog down. His colleague went to the medicine cabinet and retrieved the sedative.
"He's been pumped full of sedatives. You give me another one and it's liable to kill him." Pumyra told them.
"Then what do we do?" They both looked at her. The puma wasn't sure what to do and she feared that any other course of action would cause the beloved pet to die for real. Then she had an idea.
"Get the crash cart!" She ordered. Both technicians looked at her like she was crazy.
"Do it!" Quickly the two did as they were told. Grabbing the paddles and charging the dial to one-fifty, the puma shouted,
"Clear!" In an instant, Ma-Mutt stilled. Pumyra then checked him over. Ma-Mutt appeared to be breathing but she couldn't be sure; at least not until he opened his eyes.
To Be Continued…