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Chapter
Seven
Not Again!
“Yeah,” Vera replied. “That’s not
going to work for us.”
Melvyn was
crouching behind the main console, peeking up at the monitors, watching the
cats outside.
“Whether or not
it works for you is none of my concern,” the brawny Maine Coon growled. “But
the kitten IS MY CONCERN!”
Melvyn could
see four huge Maine Coon cats, two jet black, one silver and one pure white on
the screen, and he gulped.
Astrid sidled
up to him and crouched down. “Do you know these cats?” she asked quietly.
He shook his
head.
“Vera,” Astrid
said. “I can bip us to another timeline. Is that what you want?”
“Hush, Astrid, I’ve just connected to the mainframe, and I’m just scanning the bunker,” Vera replied. “Five more of them are chasing through the bunker hunting a
Purrminator on Level Two.”
“Open the door
and give us the kitten!” The cat commando demanded as he thumped the T.T.T.B.
door.
“Can I ask you
a question?” Vera said, activating the external comms channel again.
“Sure.”
She was just
about to speak when the ground began to tremble and shake.
“What’s
happening?” Melvyn quivered in fright.
The monitor
screens went black, flickered several times and came back online.
“An
interdimensional rift has just opened about half a click away,” Astrid said.
Melvyn curled
up into a ball. “NO! NO! NO! Not again!”
Vera, who was
still clutched tightly in his paw, asked. “Melvyn, what do you mean, not
again?”
Astrid put a
paw on his shoulder and gently helped him sit up, but his expression said it
all.
“Oh fluff!”
Astrid mumbled.
“What?” Vera
demanded.
“This looks so bad,” Astrid said as she stood up and checked the monitor. “The commando cats
have gone too.”
“Scan the
entire village,” Vera ordered. “And get ready to get us the fluff out of here.”
“On it,” Astrid
said as she waved a paw in the air in a rather complicated pattern.
“Anything yet?”
Vera asked.
“Er… yep!”
Astrid replied. “There’s a posse of extremely fugly looking dudes in billowing
red robes marching towards the BBHQ driveway along Main Street, and they
don’t look happy.”
“Melvyn,” Vera
asked gently. “What do you mean not again?”
The kittens’
eyes were wide with terror as he said. “Those are the ones who’ve been chasing
me from timeline to timeline. They are the ones who my father warned me of.
They want my powers, and I’ve only just managed to stay ahead of them by a
whisker, and now they’re here!”
“Ah,” Astrid
sucked in a breath, and it whistled as she exhaled. “You came here looking for
Commander Basil, right?”
Melvyn nodded.
“He and the
rest of The B Team left this world just over a decade ago to explore the
universe in another more powerful, upgraded version of this original T.T.T.B.,”
Astrid said. “They left Vera and me here just in case they required a backup and
needed to return, plus they wanted us to look after the bunker and this T.T.T.B.,
but we must have accidentally gone into hibernation, and your unexpected appearance
woke Vera up, and then me after.”
Vera sighed. “Oh,
I miss those guys so much.”
“Can you get in
touch with them?” Melvyn choked the words out.
The silence said
it all before Vera said. “Sadly not, young Melvyn.”
Astrid was
staring at the monitors. “Vera,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I think you
should look at this,” Astrid gasped.
Melvyn looked
at the screens, all showing various viewpoints around BBHQ, and Vera hissed.
The cat
commandos had opened fire on the fuglies in red robes. The fuglies in red robes
were fighting back with magic, and the remaining Purrminator, who was missing a limb,
emerged from the bunker entrance, eyes glowing a menacing red as it ambushed one
cat commando who was crouched behind the summer house debris and offering
covering fire for the rest of his squad.
He fell to the
side, rolled out of the robot’s clutches, lifted the blaster gun and opened
fire at point-blank range as the Purrminator reared up, intending to stab the
soldier dead-centre in the chest with its razor-sharp claws.
Melvyn put a
paw over his eyes and peeked through the fluffy tendrils which covered his little,
pink paw pads.
Astrid was transfixed
as she watched the burly ginger cat activate a laser sword and start to hack the robot’s
head off as its gleaming silver jaws snapped ferociously. “Wow!” she murmured in awe. “That’ll do it!”
Several brutal hacks and slashes later, the robots head was hanging off, one eye dimmed, and the Purrminator toppled to the side; the soldier jumped up and pushed his blaster into the remaining red glowing eye and pulled the trigger several times until the eye dimmed and winked out completely. And just for good measure, he kicked it rather viciously half a dozen times with his rather brutal stomping boots, just to make sure it wasn't going to reanimate. He'd obviously encountered these killing machines before.
“Jumping
juniper berries,” Vera breathed. “Perhaps those commandos aren’t the bad guys after
all.”
“I’ll tell you something,
Vera,” Astrid replied. “Commander Basil would be well impressed with those
dudes.”
“Oh, for sure!”
Vera answered. “So much so, he’d be asking them to join The B Team.”
“This is like
the best TV ever,” Astrid trilled enthusiastically. “We haven’t had this much
excitement since the Abalonian Argworts invaded in twenty-twenty-five!”
Melvyn was
staring at the battle raging outside. The fuglies were retreating back along
the drive, as three of their posse lay motionless in the debris.”
The commando leader signalled with his paw for his squad to keep the pressure on as they expertly manoeuvred through the debris-ridden garden, driving the red robed fuglies back towards Main Street with a ceaseless barrage of blaster fire, not giving the magic wielders
a chance to retaliate.
Melvyn wheeled
to Astrid and asked. “What year is this?”
“Let me just check,”
Astrid said before saying a second later. “It’s twenty-fifty-two.”
“WHAT?” he blurted,
eyes wide in disbelief. “I thought I was in twenty-twenty-three!”
“No, young Pawda
Wan, it’s definitely twenty-fifty-two.” Vera concurred.
“OH MY COD!” Melvyn cried. “How the fluff am I going to find Uncle Basil now?”
**AND CUT**
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