Chapter 25
The Mutants arrived just outside New Thundera's atmosphere, right when Mandora expected them to be there. The alerts on the radio had not stopped them from arriving to their foes and Mandora had figured that they would be more than willing to kill some Thunderians as they went. The only thing the Evil Chaser hadn't planned on was the help that New Thundera would be getting from her own citizens.
"Please return to the safety of the shelters," Tygra begged the civilians that showed up after finding that the Evil Chasers had landed a platoon on their planet.
"We may not be qualified to join the ThunderGuard but we're qualified to kick Mutant ass!" Shouted an old Cat who could barely stand upright, from the middle of the crowd.
"Yeah!" A young Cat, who was still in high school, agreed, leading the others into a chorus of their own agreement.
"If they want in, let them," Mandora smiled. Tygra gave her a look before she continued,
"You're never under qualified when it comes to protecting your people for King and Country."
"All right, how many of you have any sort of training?" Tygra asked. Soon he was sending citizens here, there, and everywhere to aid in the planet's defense.
"Why do you suppose they haven't attacked yet?" Tishen asked Mandora as he arrived to report that all available troops were at the ready.
"I don't know. They aren't ones for patience. Of course, perhaps our show of force has them reconsidering," she looked toward the sky and wondered if the Mutants were really thinking about backing down. Immediately dismissing the thought, she went back inside the Lair with Tygra hot on her heals.
"Making a phone call?" He wagered.
"Yes I am. If we're going to dance, then we better dance," Mandora nodded as they entered the Control Room. The structural bracing of the Lair wasn't finished but all able bodied soldiers had been called away from that duty to protect the city and its inhabitants. Besides if an attack were to take place then the bracing would mean little for the structure.
"This is Mandora, Evil Chaser, calling the Mutant ships just above New Thunderian air space. If you intend to invade this planet's air space then I suggest you do so or we will come up there and help you," she ended her portion of the call and waited to see what would happen.
"Bullying them into a fight?" Tygra raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe or bullying them into surrender," she smirked. They waited a minute or two but there was no response.
"You sure they got the comms up and running again?" Mandora wanted to know.
"I was told that it was handled. Perhaps the signal isn't strong enough to get to them," Tygra shrugged. Usually when this kind of a problem came up everyone looked to Panthro for answers.
"Barely… read… you… pigdogs…" came the broken signal.
"Oh the little bastards did it now," Mandora's face scrunched up in anger.
"They're trying to goad you. Seems they need a reason to fight," Tygra smirked.
"Indeed. Why don't we send a little transmission of our own? Perhaps we pigdogs have at least one more trick up our sleeves," the Evil Chaser smirked back before grabbing the portable radio and heading outside for better reception.
"This is Mandora, Evil Chaser, calling the Mutant ships above New Thundera's airspace. Hand over the one responsible for the beating, rape, and murder of the Thunderians and maybe, just maybe, we'll tell you where you're beloved Slythe is. If you cannot agree to these terms, know that all of the weight of the Evil Chasers and New Thundera and her allies, will end you. You have five minutes to respond." With that she looked at Tygra and he said,
"Now we wait."
To Be Continued…