"Cha…Cha…Chance! Help!"
Chance put the rubble down and walked up to the game room. 'He probably needs help with his game level again.' He was tired of their simple existence. 'There's no action here anymore, so even if we did come back we would be useless.'
When he entered the room Jake was nowhere in sight. The game he had been playing was on and seemed brighter than ever. "Guess he's not here. Strange though, I could've sworn I heard him call for me. Oh well, looks like it's my turn for the game." He went over to the game and started to play. As he started up the game he noticed something, the game said his real name; Chance. "What the?"
"Chance, help me, Chance!" came a voice from the game.
"What the? Jake, where are you?"
"I'm stuck in the game, Chance! Get me out of here!" yelled a game character from the screen. It looked like Jake, and even sounded like Jake. He was digitally modified into a game character.
"How did you even get in there?" He was wide-awake now with worry at his partner being stuck in the game.
Jake shook his pixelated head and said, "Well one minute I'm about to beat the crud out of Hard Drive, then something came on the screen. Now I'm here in someone's idea of our old hanger. By the way, this place looks way cooler than the original was."
"Yeah, well we can talk about décor for the place when we get you out of there, now what did the screen say? Maybe that might give us a clue." Chance was worriedly working the controls for his character that was next to Jake.
"Whoa, careful there buddy, your character might just pull you in as well."
"Huh?"
"Never mind, the screen said this; "Past is past, but this time it will return, Heroes of the past its time to come back." That's all I remember, buddy." He shrugged.
Just then, the screen flickered and words were written on it. Jake was standing underneath them with worry. "These words look out!"
'Past is past, but this time it will return. Heroes of its past, it's time to come back! Reveal the truth behind the masks; I now summon the Swat Kats! The orphan who is not is already here, now for the orphan who died many times to come in!'
"Oh crud!" Chance was digitalized into a pixelated version of himself.
Jake walked up to him and they sized each other up. "Great, now we're both stuck here. Good thing the yard's closed today." Muttered Jake as he walked around the video game designer's version of their old hanger.
"Tell me about it. Now why did it say all that crud back there huh?" Chance was looking at the computer version of his beloved ship, the Turbo Kat.
"Beats me, I only understood half of that stuff, what about you?"
"Same."
"Well there is a reason for that you know. You would have to have seen each other's life from the beginning to understand." Said a young she cat. Her fur was blue tinted silver and her hair was blonde with brown streaks in it. She was wearing sweat pants, a Swat Kats symbol t-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail and her shoes were ragged. Her eyes were blank though, as though she was blind.
"Who are you?" asked Chance.
"Oh, no! Silvia, is that you?" Jake looked like someone had just punched his stomach.
"Yes, I am the cat who was once known as Silvia the sleuth." She smiled softly as she shimmered. Since they were all in the game, to them they all looked normal.
"Again, who are you, and to add another question, what are we doing here?" Chance was getting grumpy again.
Jake looked at the she-cat with fear in his eyes.
"I am Silvia, the game cat, the cat-net, the sleuth. I am the only cat in the whole city who knows all your secrets that were typed up on the computer or any system. I have come to you both to get you off your lazy hides and kick tail again." Her eyes slanted as though ticked. Her tail whipped around.
"How is it your alive, Silvia?" Jake had his head down as though trying not to stare at this young she-cat. She was about six-teen, but full of spirit, determination, and knowledge.
"Huh? Alive?" Chance took a glance at Jake and noticed his confused, and depressed, look.
Silvia nodded, "Yes, alive. I was just digitalized, Jake. That's all. I finally found out who I was though. My family was a mess. In the end, I am glad I am like this. It means that I can now watch over my friends and help in small ways."
"Jake, how do you know her? What does she mean by finally knowing who she was?" Chance was next to his partner and best friend who he thought he knew better than anyone.
"We were in the same orphanage, Chance."