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                  THUNDERCATS: Shades of glory past
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Thundercats  (c) Turner Entertainment, Inc.
Tenchi Muyo! (c) Pioneer LDC, Inc. (US)

                        by Christopher Willmore

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     Time was short for the Ever-Living.  Even harnessed to the vilest of
the natural spirits, his stones could only provide power for so long.
     <So long...>
     Yes, it'd been 'so long'.
     So long ago, that he had firsst set out, that he had flagshipped the
mission to find this 'Third Earth'.
     'So long', they'd said.  Kindly, of course.  They'd given him a simple
choice - Die, or find a new Thundera.
     Fair enough.  During his admiralcy, he'd destroyed enough of the
twin worlds to demand resettlement, even without the geological crisis
that Jurai's sister planet now faced.
     So, he'd accepted.  His own life, being extended as it was, was far
too valuable to waste upon these wisps that grew old and were gone within
a century.
     When given his choice, he'd preferred the Thunderan stone-based 
technology to Jurai's plant-based energy sources, and a good thing, too,
because no tree, magical or not, would have survived, after what... After
what she...
     "Wasyuu..."
     Mumm-Ra's eyes glowed red, and his lips parted to reveal gnashing, 
pointed canines, as he remembered his betrayal.  Millenia could not dull 
the bitter taste which the pronunciation of that name left upon his 
tongue, or the memories of what she'd done to him.
     It had been months since his departure at the time, months since he
had been festoond with decorations, given his conditional pardon and
packed off in his one-man pyramid ship, a small fleet following a few
parsecs behind.  (All of the crews, of course, were made up of 'criminals
of war', such as himself - too notable to do away with simply, but too
dangerous to allow upon Thunderan or Juraian soil...) He was passing 
through an apparently empty sector of space, when SHE'D appeared.
     She must have sensed his energy, and... 
     Yes... That must have been it...
     The Thunderan power combined with his own beads...
     Yes...  HIS beads.
     HIS energy beads; the ones HIS body had grown, that HIS body could
now not regenerate, that HIS body now lacked...
     She had attacked the fleet, with the full power of the Galaxy Patrol
behind her...
     A Juraian plot, no doubt - this mission was important to Thundera,
but for the winner of the millenial war...  Now that peace was at hand,
Wasyuu must have suggested, was it not reasonable to dispose of the
over-enthusiastic military?
     The Science Academy had furnished her team with the finest weaponry,
while the ships under his own command had been simple settlement vessels -
high on generators, but low on offensive machinery.
     The battle was brief.  One by one, the pyramids fell, and their 
power sources were transported back to HER ships.  And when she
reached HIS vessel...
     Mumm-Ra, the ever-living, ravager of worlds and king of warlords,
suffered his second defeat.
     He still remembered. How could he forget?
     Even now... He lifted his arm from underneath his red cloack and
parted the bandages to reveal a familiar scar - the one she'd left when
she'd carved out his beads.
     'So long', she'd told him, so many years ago, and had left him to
die in the void.
     Mumm-Ra roared with fury, and forced himself to think further...
     Without much success.
     After that ponit, his memory was hazy, and a bit confused.  Deprived
of its most basic energy, his body shrivelled and his craft flew on its
own, running checks on every world they passed...
     How many thousands, tens of thousands, of years had passed he did
not know, but one day he awoke, and found himself on a new planet.
     His pyramid had lost its flight ability on its descent, and he knew 
not how to repair it.  He DID know how to fix the transmitter, and even
in his decaying form, he did that, sending his coordinates back to 
Thundera.
     They'd made a deal.
     They'd come for him, and grant him amnesty, and when they saw who was 
the TRUE villainess, the twin councils would destroy Wasyuu.
     Of course, they didn't.  All he received from the transceiver was 
silence, and he was forced to fend for himself.
     But Mumm-Ra had been doing that all along, hadn't he?
     The people of Third Earth were few, and not intelligent - which was
perfect.  He needed henchmen to regain his stature, not peers.
     His arrival had already done wonders with their impressionable nature,
and they revered him from the start...
     But 'revering' was not enough.
     After much effort and perseverance, he'd managed to divert the energy
from his ships's lithogenerators, to focus it onto a central point in 
front of his hiber-cubicle...
     And onto him.
     That energy was enough, for a time, to restore him to a semblance
of his true and proper frame, and strength.
     When the lizard-, ape-, and jackal-men saw THAT...
     They no longer revered him.
     They worshipped him.
     A few blasts from his hands was all that was needed to cremate their
pathetic furry enemies, and after that, they were HIS, body and soul.
     The World was HIS.
     Centuries, then millennia passed, and STILL Thundera was silent.
     He'd sent his transmissions.
     They knew he was here.
     But they did not reply, and so they relinquished any claim to this 
place.
     While his regeneration was only temporary, he could not have his 
vengeance, so he would do what he liked second-best.
     Play Lord.
     And then, finally, when everything seemed to be under control, when
everything seemed to be going right, THEY came.
     The blasted Jaga and his crew of imbeciles.  Jaga never HAD approved
of his tactics.  In fact, he'd been one of the chief witnesses against
him at his court-martial... And now he DARED to set foot on MUMM-RA'S
Third Earth.
     They'd come in, and infringed on HIS domain, that he had WORKED, that
he had LABOURED to turn from a post-apocalyptic hellhole of mutatnt riots
civil war to an ordered, albeit primitive civilisation, with HIMSELF at
its head.
     That wouldn't do.
     If Thundera wanted Third Earth, they'd come too late.  He'd known from 
day one that these new arrivals would have to be destroyed, but first...
     There was ONE thing he needed.
     <The Eye of Thundera...>
     With it, he could at last regain his FULL strength, permanently,
and now that the Sword of Omens was attached to it...
     Jaga was a fool, fusing the two treasures of Thundera so.
     Mumm-Ra trusted the Juraian emperor would show more sense.
     Nonetheless, it suited his purposes... Most admirably.  It'd be
simplicity itself to take it from the hands of an inexperienced boy,
that 'Lion-O', who could not even open the Eye...
     Indeed, with any luck, his henchemen were already on the verge
of accomplishing this, and then he could have the pleasure of pulverising
the intruders as he hadn't anyone in aeons...
     He waved his hand over his viewscreen (masquerading as a water-filled
stone cauldron), and uttered the activation code he'd changed for the
benefit of the populace:
     "Spirits of evil, grant be sight beyond sight!"
     The surface of the water shimmered, then turned black, only to
clear and display: 

QUERY SYNTAX INCORRECT. PLEASE REPEAT QUERY.

     Obviously, Mumm-Ra had the Sword of Omens on his mind.  He said the
words again, properly this time:
     "Spirits of evil, give me vision extreme, and show me the countenance
of Lion-O!"
     The viewscreen darkened, then cleared, and now he saw the youngster
he sought.  A long, red mane he sported - that was not good.  It meant
that he was of the royal line, and could potentially open the Eye... All
the more reason to get it from him quickly.
     His men crowded around the boy, and the youth steppped back, 
cornered.  He slashed the air in front of him several times...  Was
he trying to SCARE them?
     Mumm-Ra laughed.  His monsters had seen worse than a dagger-cut at
His hand.
     Or... Short-sword cut.
     Was the blade GROWING?
     The mummy cursed the day his sound reception died, and bent over to
look more closely.
     It WAS growing.  And the eye, it...
     Suddenly, he did not NEED his machinery to hear the words of Lion-O.
Strong and clear, crisp and ocmmanding, they were pounding in his head,
calling to him...
     'Thundercats! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
     The eye split open, revealing the seal of Thundera, which projected
itself high into the sky.
     Writhing in pain, Mumm-Ra clutched at his chest and tore away the
bandages there, looking at the red circle with the intertwined snakes that
now glowed brilliantly, burning him, searing him...
     After all...
     He once had also been a ThunderCat.

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This is EXTREMELY rough, and any C&C is greatly appreciated.  It was
written in a fit of procrastination while studying for midterms...

-CW


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