The Last Thundercat
We were stranded five months ago on this barren iceball
by total engine failure. I watched some of my friends try
the suspension capsules. They failed - horribly. The rest
of us tore up the machinery after we watched our friends
deage to nothing. We kept hope that we would be rescued but
with the Plundarrian conquests.... Hope was slim.
Liyno walked out into the ice and never returned; I
forbade the others to look for him.
Pyali hung herself.
Tilgar was killed trying to fix the engines.
We held out as long as possible but our food was used
up. The last seven starved - Belyn stashed some for me and
ordered me to survive.
I am the last one alive. Possible the last Thundercat
- the last Thunderian anywhere.
I pray that someone finds this log; that the
Thundercats are not forgotten; I entrust the Treasure of
Thundera into your hands. May Taillo reclaim Tychasi.
I am not afraid of death.
I fear oblivion.
The lioness wearily turned off the ship's computer.
"Iirotyn," she said, turning. She hadn't left this
room in weeks; the sword stand had been dragged here when
the last of her friends had died.
There was a shimmer as the Sword of Omens disappeared
and a lion took its place. Purrza crumpled into his arms.
"Do not fear," he said.
"Will the Code of Thundera die with me?"
"The Code of Thundera is not something that can die."
She sighed and buried her head in his chest.
"Please end it. I'm tired of being the last.
I'm...tired."
He wrapped his arms around her, and gently broke her
neck. Iirotyn gently laid her on the deck. There was a
shimmer and the Sword of Omens, empty of its Eye, fell
beside the last Thundercat.
Final Log: Honor's Heart, Flagship of Thundera, Lady Purrza recording