Chapter 35
"All Thunderian ships clear the road! I repeat clear the road!" Panthro yelled over the radio and immediately ships in the area left their battle and headed for any ships attempting to escape.
"I sure hope she knows what she doing," the panther muttered as he steered the ship toward the Lunatac ship nearby.
"When they find out we're dragging a black hole, they'll run for cover," Lion-O smirked.
"What do we do if some of them get away?" Ben-Gali asked.
"If we cannot collect them all, we will have to let them go. We cannot drag a black hole through space, sucking up things we do not wish to send away," Cheetara pointed out as they watched ships get eaten by the black hole.
"Do we even know where it's sending them?" The white tiger wanted to know.
"Don't know, don't care. As long as they are far away from here," Panthro said.
"As I understand it the black hole will accelerate their ships and when they exit it, they will be going so fast that they will take a long while to slow down. With any luck, she's shipping them to an empty portion of the galaxy," Lion-O explained.
"I certainly hope so. Any planet they crash into is going to have a catastrophic event, should that occur," Ben-Gali pointed out. By now those ships that had caught on where attempting to flee the large Thunderian ship but they were met with a hail of blaster and missile fire. It was death or transportation.
"Are we overstepping our authority here? I mean, what gave us the right to take an entire civilization and transport them somewhere else?" Cheetara wanted to know, the questions that had been gnawing on her conscience, bubbled to the surface.
"No one is going to miss them," Panthro said.
"Not the point," the cheetah told him.
"They started this war and we're finishing it. Any questions brought up by the Evil Chasers will be handled directly through me. I am still King and I will take responsibility. I understand your doubts but we are not killing them, simply sending them away. It would be different if we were eradicating them," Lion-O put things in perspective as the last of the ships disappeared into the void.
"Well it's done now," Panthro said before turning to the radio, "All ships return to New Thundera on the double." The order given, the ships began to return to the planet. Things would need to be rebuilt and everyone would be needed to help.
In the back of the ship, Sahara and Whizz-Ra tried to make sure the black hole was stable enough to close.
"How do we know when it's done transporting them? If I close it too soon, it'll kill anything inside of it," the litah asked the Egyptian wizard.
"Well as far as I know, it should ding," he replied. She gave him a look.
"Like the microwave?" The litah wasn't so sure.
"Not sure what a microwave is but I suppose so," Whizz-Ra said.
"How loud is it?" She asked. She got her answer in the form of an ear-splitting,
"DDDDDDIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!" Quickly the two worked to close the black hole so to prevent anyone or anything coming back through it. With their combined magical strength they slammed the hole shut as if it were a gate. Closing the hangar door, the two headed back inside the main portion of the ship to remove their gear. Panthro radioed to them that they were turning back toward New Thundera and had best buckle up for safety.
"I think that will be the last we see of them," Sahara smiled, removing her helmet.
"Now the question remains if you can remove Mumm-Rana from your head and get her back to the Astral Plane. I will stay here and we will figure something out," Whizz-Ra said.
"What do you mean? She told me if I failed in my task that she would remain but we didn't fail. We banished the Lunatacs," Sahara grew concerned.
"I fear it is not so simple," Whizz-Ra told her.
To Be Continued…