HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
A New Timeline, A Deadly Trap
The engines of the M Unit’s
ship roared, vibrating beneath Melvyn’s paws as they sped through the fractured
rift, leaving the dying and collapsing dimension behind. The familiar hum of
the engines was a welcome sound, but it couldn’t mask the mounting tension in
the air. The ship had barely recovered from the previous jump, and the controls
were still acting erratically. The T.T.T.B. had been recovered and secured within
the cargo hold, but the uncertainty of the next jump hung over them like a lethal storm cloud.
Melvyn, still feeling the weight of his near-death
encounter, leaned against the back of his jump seat, trying to calm his racing
heart. He wasn’t sure what to expect from the next jump, but whatever it was,
it couldn’t be worse than what they’d just escaped. Could it?
“Vera,” Melvyn said, steadying himself as the
ship tilted at an odd angle. “What’s the status on the next jump?”
There was a long pause, and then Vera’s voice
crackled over the comms as she’d just integrated with the ship’s operating
system. She said precisely as always. “I’ve located a stable dimension, Melvyn.
However, the timeline we’re jumping into is… unstable. It’s not like anything
we’ve encountered before.”
“Unstable?” Bomber’s voice was sharp, his brow
furrowing in concentration as he adjusted the controls on the nearest console. “How unstable?”
Vera’s tone darkened. “There’s a powerful force
at play in this dimension—one that’s been tampering with the timeline.
Necromancers are active, and the Purrminators are on their tail. The jump will
take us right into the heart of their trap.”
“Trap?” Melvyn echoed, feeling the first
stirrings of dread. “What do you mean?”
“Necromancers are using the timeline itself as
a weapon,” Vera explained. “They’ve found a way to bend time, to create
fractures. It’s like a web, and we’re about to walk right into it.”
“Perfect,” Havoc muttered. “So not only do we
have to deal with necromancers and Purrminators, but we’re also stepping into a timeline full of
paradoxes and anomalies. That’s just fluffing great.”
“That’s why we need to keep our heads cool,” Bomber
said, his voice low but carrying a sense of deadly calm. “If this is truly a
trap, we can’t afford to make a mistake. We stick together. No one gets left
behind.”
Shadow growled from the cockpit, his tone
steely. “Agreed. We fight as one—no matter what.”
Melvyn felt his claws dig into the spongy armrest of his seat. He wasn’t a soldier like the M Unit, but he knew one thing: if they were going to get through this, they needed to rely on each other more than ever. The stakes had never been higher.
As the ship hurtled through the rift, the
familiar swirling vortex of time and space enveloped them, and the world
outside the view ports seemed to distort, stretching into chaotic ribbons of
colour. Then, with a sudden lurch, everything snapped back into focus.
For a moment, it was eerily quiet.
Then, the sensors began to beep frantically.
“We’ve entered the new timeline,” Vera
announced. “Brace yourselves.”
The ship jolted once more, but this time, it
wasn’t the rift collapsing—it was something far worse. The sky outside darkened
in an instant, a foreboding purple cloud swirling ominously over a ruined cityscape.
Debris littered the streets, the remnants of broken structures crumbling under
the endless weight of time’s destruction. The air crackled with unnatural energy, and
the very ground seemed to pulse with a sinister force.
“This is bad,” Bomber muttered, his eyes
narrowing. “Very bad.”
Suddenly, the ship’s radar pinged. Then the
warning lights blared.
“Incoming!” Smoke snapped as he steered the
ship sharply to the left, skimming just above the decaying city.
The ground beneath them shuddered and boomed as
the shadows grew darker, swirling together into a single point. From the depths
of the city ruins, figures began to emerge—shrouded in cloaks of red, their
faces hidden in the folds of dark hoods. The necromancers had arrived.
“We’re not alone; they’re here,” Shadow snarled,
eyes scanning the horizon. “They’ve been waiting for us, just as the A.I.
predicted.”
Melvyn’s fur stood on end as he realised the
truth. The necromancers weren’t just waiting for them—they were ready. They had anticipated the jump and had laid out a trap specifically designed to capture them. But there was something more, something even darker, lurking
behind their movements.
“It’s a coordinated attack,” Ice said grimly,
eyes scanning the ship’s monitors as figures were gathering and began to amass
power from the ether. “They must have been tracking us through the timelines. They
know exactly where we are.”
Melvyn’s heart sank. “What do we do?”
Bomber’s voice was sharp, the command of a
leader in every syllable. “Can we jump again?”
Tapping furiously on the keyboard at the back of the craft and staring at the monitor, Titan answered. “No way dude, the
ship can’t jump again so soon. The engines are overheating. The furanium
crystals can’t take anymore. If we try, the crystals will probably explode
during the jump, and we’ll be fluffed. We need to land now before the engines
combust!”
Bomber sucked in a sharp breath and let it out
through his bared fangs. “We have no choice then. The M Unit doesn’t run from a fight. We
engage and take them out before they trap us in this timeline. Land the ship in
the clearing between those collapsed towers. Bomber indicated to an area half a
click away to the north.
Smoke steered the ship away from the
necromancers. Dust and debris whirled into the sky as the powerful engines tilted,
pointing at the ground to slow the ship, and he landed it expertly.
“M Unit, are you ready?” Bomber yelled. “We only have seconds, weapons ready, take no prisoners. Shadow deploy the Magi-Disrupter
Pulse, fry as many of those muther fluffers as you can!”
“I’ve set the disrupter to launch when the necro’s magic is nearly at its zenith!” Shadow yelled back, then added. "Vera, make sure the weapon deploys, or we're all fluffed!"
Vera responded immediately. "I've got your six. Don't worry; I'll make sure they fry!" Then she added. "Just keep Melvyn safe!"
Titan, Havoc, Viper and Nitro were first out of
the ship, weapons ready.
Bomber turned to Melvyn and said. “Little dude,
stay here with Shadow. He’ll keep you safe. Ice, Smoke with me dudes, let’s go!”
Before Melvyn could respond, a shrill screech
cut through the air, and through the view port, he saw them. Springing from the
shadows, a dozen Purrminators lunged forward, straight towards the ship. Their
mechanical bodies gleamed in the dim light, and their eyes glowed with an eerie
red hue, sharp claws and fangs bared as they charged.
“Hold the line!” Bomber shouted as the
wind whipped up and blasted through the clearing.
The M Unit didn’t hesitate. Smoke, his form a
blur as he engaged the closest Purrminator,his lethal titanium claws slashing
through the air in a deadly arc. Shadow followed, his laser sword glowing
brightly as he dived into the fray, slashing unmercifully at the relentless
robots.
Melvyn watched, wide-eyed, as the M Unit moved
with surgical precision. Ice’s icy abilities froze the nearest Purrminators in
their tracks while Bomber laid down suppressive fire, keeping the enemies at
bay.
But there were too many. The Purrminators kept getting up as the necromancers loomed in the background, their hands raised in dark incantation, their power feeding into the very attack as they drew more and more from the ether, ready to unleash the main event.
“This isn’t just a battle,” Melvyn
muttered to himself, “this is a war. A bloodbath and massacre waiting to happen!”
He gritted his teeth, adrenaline surging
through his veins, and glanced quickly at Shadow, who was firing from the open
doorway in the ship’s side. He wasn’t about to sit idly by while the M Unit
fought for him and were probably going to get slaughtered. He may not have the
skills of a seasoned soldier, but he had something the necromancers didn’t
expect—a will to fight and a magical ability that was wholly untested and
untried.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, and before he could change his mind, Melvyn darted past Shadow in a white furry blur and dashed into the fray, drawing on every bit of courage he could muster as the nightmare terror he'd been living the past few weeks, awoke something unknown deep inside him. Shadow screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And raced
after him.
The fate of the timeline and even the future itself depended on what happened next.
**AND CUT**
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