Balance of Power: Part 2
By Razorclaw X
Part II of the Thunderian-Plun-darrian War. When we last left the
Thundercats, the evil Ratar-O rallied the Mutant clans of Plun-darr into
one unified fighting force, a menace unprescedented since the defeat of
Ratilla at the hands of Jaga many years ago. Mumm-ra gave Ratar-O the
evil Sword of Plun-darr in return for service. With the power of the
Sword of Plun-darr at his side Ratar-O lead the Mutant Armada to Third
Earth, conquering the good inhabitants to make way for Mumm-ra's
The Thundercats Tygra and Pumyra were captured by the Mutants, and
their friends enslaved. Tygra was banished to the Time-Warp Prison in
order to free Tashi from her prison. Pumyra was handed over to
Vultureman, who used her in an experiment to create the first ever
female Mutant using the Mutant DNA code common to all Mutants.
Ratar-O launches an attack on New Thundera, bringing with him two
surprises, one of which is the awesome Plun-darrian Warbot, and the
other being the battle machine, the Techno-Pede. With both these weapons
of destruction, the Mutant Army slowly advances across the civilized
areas of New Thundera.
Mumm-ra returns to Third Earth, but before leaving he summons the
powerful evils of Third Earth to deal with the Thunderians and the
Thundercats, including Tashi, the Mirror Wraith, Amortus, Malcar the
Alchemist, and Grune the Destroyer.
As the new Thunderian-Plun-darrian War draws closer toward its vile
conclusion, the fate of the Thundercats looks grim. But, as we enter the
conflict, the Thundercats are about to turn the tide of the war.
Ratar-O slapped himself in the head disapprovingly as Vultureman
continued laughing maniacally. Both stood in Vultureman's quarters on
board the Reptilian cruiser Victory. Chained to the far wall was
Pumyra, in her intermediate stages of mutation. The Mutant DNA worked
slowly but surely, one of the most perfect viral invaders in the history
of Mutantkind. Then again, it was this very strand that gave birth to
the Mutant race to begin with.
Ratar-O unsheathed one of his sais, holding it under Vultureman's
chin. "I've had enough of this nonsense, Vultureman! Thunderian
metabolism is much too powerful for the Mutant DNA. Besides which, you
are wasting valuable resources on your little experiment!"
Vultureman pushed Ratar-O's arm away. "Nonsense! If I am successful,
I... I mean, we, can father the Mutant race forever, without fear of
losing the DNA. I wished to possess a strong specimen to attempt the
mutation, and I believe only the Thunderians have the desirable traits
neccessary for this experiment."
Vultureman shrugged. "Besides, I'm tired of having fun with concubine
slaves. And I'm sure the other Mutants are as well!"
Ratar-O smashed his other, unarmed fist into Vultureman's face. "You
dare to suggest that my warriors are taking concubines?! To think the
Mutant race was far above such pleasures! The Rat clan had long since
abandoned that abominable practice, for it defies all we believe in."
The rat-man kicked Vultureman in between his legs-- hard. "I advise you
and any other Mutants with concubines to cease immediately, or I will
have your hide turned into a bath mat!"
The avian Mutant nodded. "Khaawww! Well, you've been rather... testy,
lately, ever since the Lord of the Thundercats routed the blitzkrieg
strike." Since that event the Thundercats have successfully repelled all
Mutant attacks from the populated areas. The evil beings Mumm-ra
unleashed were slowly beginning to... disappear, perhaps back to Third
Earth or whatever prison they came from. The war had looked well into
the Mutants' favor until that day. However, only the blitzkreig was stopped; the war continued, still in the Mutants' favor.
Ratar-O walked toward the chamber door. "I will be returning to
Castle Plun-darr shortly. When I return I expect all concubines ejected
from this ship. Understand?"
Vultureman replied, "Khaaawww.... of course, Ratar-O!" He watched as
the rat-man leader left the chamber, down the hall. When he was sure he
was alone, Vultureman walked over to Pumyra, drooling slowly. "Your pain
will be over shortly, my dear. When the DNA replication is complete, you
won't have any memory of this transformation, as if you were always a
The Mutant reached under a nearby table and pulled out a hidden
transmitter. "Unknown to you, my dear Ratar-O, this ship and all its
resources are under my control. One flip of this switch, and there'll be
more fireworks than the Armistice Day! No one orders Vultureman around
for long... when the time is right, my servants aboard this ship will
deal with you...."
Reywal, the Mutant representative to the Galactic Interplanetary
Council, sat silently in his seat as the chairman of the council ran
through his usual, boring introduction. The Council was formed to keep
peace in the galaxy, and met during the first week of each standard
month. Except this time the Council has been called to deal with an
Representative Reywal listened to every word spoken, using his
reptilian cunning to put the pieces together. From what he gathered, the
reptilian discovered the Thunderian representative appealed to the
Governmental Affairs' war clause, where a representative may ask the
Council for aid against an opponent in a war. This clause required a
two-thirds majority of the Council, however. Reywal was here to take
care of that.
Reywal, unlike his fellow clansmen, wore extravegant robes and
jewelry, and even wore perfume to mask the swamp-smell. To others Reywal
appeared regal, considering the appearance of other Mutants. Reywal was
in fact one of the major nobles in the reptilian clan, renowned for his
glib tongue and deviousness in politics. The new dictator Ratar-O
appointed Reywal to represent the Mutants in the Council for this
Chairman Glitterstorm, a member of the elf-like Fayedian race,
finished his introductory speech. The Fayedians were a long-lived race,
where the Chairman belonging to one of their elders. His hair was
already streaming silver, his brow creased, but his eyes shone like
fire, possessing the same vitality he had in his youth, backed by the
wisdom of age. He stepped down from the podium to momently introduce the
Thunderian representative, Lynx-O.
Lynx-O, the blind Thundercat, stepped up to the podium. "Greetings,
fellows. As you know, a new war has begun between Thundera and Plun-
darr. In previous conflicts, with no disrespect to Representative
Reywal," nodding to the reptilian, "the Thunderians were able to beat
back the Plun-darrians time and again. But, since the destruction of the
old Thundera, New Thundera's forces are no longer a match for the
collective might of all the forces on Plun-darr and its vassals."
"So the proud Thundercats are asking for help?" one representative
Lynx-O could not see the representative, but the sound of his voice
brought recognition. "Yes, Representative. We are indeed a proud people,
but we need your help. Thundera had consistently contributed great aid
to your own governments."
Reywal snuffed a chuckle. Thundera never offered aide to Plun-darr
after their Thundercat leader, Jaga, took the Sword of Plun-darr and
removed Ratilla from power. That event plunged Plun-darr into chaos, as
the clans started fighting amongst each other. Without the central focus
of a strong leader, the Mutants became the galaxy's chew toy.
The Thundercat continued, "Since the Mutant force is so large, we
will understand if the Council would reject our plea. Plun-darr must not
be allowed to crush its counterweight in the Balance, for they may only
exist if there is someone to oppose them."
Reywal stood from his seat. "I beg to differ, Representative. For
centuries the Mutant race has flourished, wiping out the weaker races in
favor of a stronger, more powerful race. If Thundera cannot defend
itself from Plun-darr's forces, then so be it. The galaxy is much better
off without weak races to hold it back."
Lynx-O countered, "That is a rather barberic view of the universe,
Representative. Destroying the weak removes a lost potential in that
group. If Thundera is not allowed to survive, the universe would have
lost a great pool of talent and ability."
"Evolution takes care of that! How many races have grown and died
since the beginning of the universe, and how many have replaced them? If
the Council decided to preserve every single species, the galaxy would
be overrun with weaklings with no power to counter forces from other
galaxies. Which should be what we'd be discussing now if you hadn't
called this meeting."
Chairman Glitterstorm banged his fist on his desk. "Curse it all,
Representative! We will deal with that at another time. We are here to
discuss Thundera, not potential threats." Lynx-O stepped down from the
podium, with the Chairman taking his place. "I call a vote. As usual,
voting shall be done by secret ballot."
The Chairman's aides began passing out datapads. Reywal chuckled to
himself. He hoped he bullied enough representatives to nullify the two-
thirds majority vote, especially since only about a quarter of the
representatives agreed with him.
Soon the votes were collected and tallied. "The vote has failed to
reach a two-thirds majority. However, I exercise my right to send aid
anyway, by the Charter of the Galactic Interplanetary Council, Powers of
the Chairman, section 10, article 17, item 32b."
A murmer ran through the room as Reywal stood up fiercely and punched
a hole through the top of his desk. In that moment the representative
lost all his composure. "Absurd! How dare you overrule the Council's
vote?!" He pointed a finger accusingly toward Chairman Glitterstorm.
"Senile old fool! I declare the Chairman unfit to head the Council, by
power of the Charter...."
"Enough! Guards, expel Representitive Reywal from his post! This
Council no longer recognizes the government of Plun-darr as legitiment.
Requisistion of starcraft will begin later this week. This meeting is
Ratar-O stood in the control center of Castle Plun-darr. Built around
the ruins of Mumm-ra's black pyramid, Ratar-O left only the central
chamber intact. He liked the likenesses of the Ancient Spirits of Evil.
Standing next to the dictator were Buzz Saw and Driller, two robot war
Ratar-O openned a channel to the Mutant Research and Development
facility. "Report, Dagon!"
Dagon, a crabman, appeared on the screen. Similar in appearance to
the crabmen of Third Earth, who were the degenerate descendants of
shipwrecked Mutants, Dagon clicked his claws nervously. "Sir! The new
weapon is finally completed. However, it is as yet untested."
Ratar-O replied, "I know. I want you to 'test it' on New Thundera."
Dagon dropped a pencil in surprise. "Sir?!"
"Bring the weapon in orbit around New Thundera. By the time we use
it, all of our forces will be gone. The Thunderians will have thought
they won, until we shatter them with the might of the
"Yes, sir. I understand. The Devastator will arrive in a few
"Over and out!" Ratar-O switched off the comm channel and openned a
new one. This time, Reywal appeared on the screen. "Report!"
Reywal yelled back, "Thundera is getting aid after all! The Council
refuses to acknowledge us as a legitiment government!"
Ratar-O replied calmly, "That is to be expected. I expected more
composure from you, Representative! I want you at Castle Plun-darr as
soon as possible. We are drawing the Thundercats into a trap!"
"I thirst for revenge! They dare insult one of my position...."
"Silence! After the Thundercats the Council will be next. Little by
little we shall crush the Council until only the Mutants remain!"
"At least lend me the Technopede...."
"The Technopede, as well as the Plun-darrian Warbot, are being
transported back to Plun-darr. No good to lose such hardware when the
"The Devastator?! But it isn't finished yet! What if it
"Then Dagon will become my next victory meal. Over and out!" Ratar-O
switched off the communicator.
Both Driller and Buzz Saw were listening. Driller said, "Reywal is a
loose cannon. Best to cut him while he's ahead."
Ratar-O replied, "I am quite aware of what Reywal will do. And it
fits perfectly into my plans."
Cheetara and Jaguara finally banished Tashi back to her time-warp
prison. The result was the appearance of Tygra, one of the two missing
Cheetara said, "Tygra! You're all right!"
Tygra said, "And I'm glad to be out of that place! Makes Mumm-ra look
pleasant. How'd you free me?"
Jaguara replied, "Using my magics I was able to discern your
location. When we discovered Tashi on the loose it was a simple matter
to repeat the ritual used to free her to set you free. In doing so we
eliminated yet another threat to New Thundera."
Tygra said, "You'd better fill me in on what's going on. Where's
Jaguara and Cheetara exchanged worried glances. "She's being held on
the Mutant flagship, Victory. Vultureman has her, and he's
performing a hideous experiment on her."
Tygra became more determined. "Why hasn't she been rescued? We can't
leave a fellow Thundercat in the clutches of that vile Mutant!"
Cheetara tried to calm her friend down. "We've got something in the
works. In the meantime, we still have to deal with Mumm-ra's other
minions, especially the Mutants, Malcar the Alchemist, and Grune the
Destroyer. Lion-O and Panthro are dealing with the Rock Giant, while
Lynx-O is appealing to the Interplanetary Council for aid. The others
are fighting off Amortus' stone army from destroying the villages."
Jaguara prepared a teleportation spell. "We'd better help the others
banish Amortus back to the Land of No Return. Hurry!"
Mumm-ra stood before the cauldron, holding Ma-mutt in his arms,
stroking him lovingly. The undead sorcerer had been allowed to return to
Third Earth after pleasing the Ancient Spirits of Evil.
"So, the Thundercats are slowly beating back my mystical minions. I
can no longer put my faith in them, but this new Mutant weapon should
deal with the Thunderians in short order."
The scene in the cauldron shifted to that of the Devastator, a
massive dreadnaught the size of six Victories put together. It
was shaped like a long tube, with a hole running through half the
structure. The rear sections held the command stations, while the entire
front section was the weapon itself.
"This weapon, Ma-mutt, concentrates numerous energies into one focal
point, creating a larger, concentrated beam. In turn the recieving end
of the beam burns through the earth and causes tremendous seismic
disruptions. In the case of planets as unstable as New Thunders, the
planet would literally tear itself apart in quake after quake. Fortunate
for Third Earth, such a weapon would be useless, as this world is
geologically stable. But, what about the Great Oceanic Plug? That would
surely devastate the planet, but not destroy it. I could easily defend
this world from the Mutants. Therefore I have nothing to fear from them."
The scene changed once again, to the Churning Rocks. "This point, the
most unstable area of New Thundera. If the Devastator were used
anywhere else but here, it would result in only a simple quake in the
local area of effect. But the Churning Rocks would set off a chain of
reactions which would rip New Thundera apart. Ratar-O is wise to remove
his forces in light of this danger... even though he plans only to level
centers of civilizations." Once again the scene shifted to New Cat's
Lair. "But the Thundercats may put a wrench in the Mutant's plan. Lion-O
and his wretched Sword of Omens possess unimaginable powers. There must
be another way to harness the Sword's energies without possessing it,
Finally, the scene in the cauldron shifted to the tower of Malcar the
Alchemist, on New Thundera. The tower was located near the Canyon of
Youth, for in each encounter witht the Sword of Omens Malcar rapidly
returns to his aged state. Eventually, if he wasn't careful, Malcar
would age to death. "And here is another loose end Ratar-O neglected to
consider. Malcar's power increases beyond his living power, searching
evermore to retain his life in immortality. I would never allow the
Ancient Spirits of Evil to grant him that boon, for if he were to gain
such freedom my own life would be forfeit. There must be a way to...
'remove' his threat. Perhaps the Mutant Reywal would help engineer his
Mumm-ra turned away from the cauldron, letting Ma-mutt down to the
ground. He faced his infernal champion, Pyron. "Put my plans into
Pyron nodded silently, then disappeared in a flash.
"Sir, Representative Reywal is on board."
Genryu, the draconian Mutant, sat in his command chair on the bridge
of the Devastator, the most powerful weapon devised by Mutant
scientists. Piloting the craft were Jackalman and Monkian, recently
rescued from Way-Out-Back.
Genryu waved the officer away. He hated politicians, and he
especially hated this one. "Keep him under close guard at all times.
Watch him closely."
As the officer left, Slithe entered the bridge, chewing on an
unidentified leg of an unfortunate animal. The reptilian was one of the
best cooks on Plun-darr, but he hated cooking. Strange paradox, Genryu
"What do you want?"
Slithe spat out a chunk of bone. "You'd think the slaves were better
cooks, yess! I'd rather be back on Third Earth than baby-sitting this
Genryu swiveled his chair around to face the lesser reptilian. "This
weapon will work. The projections say that soon we won't have any more
Thundercats to oppose us."
Slithe forced down more of the leg's meat. "If it works,
Monkian howled in surprise. "Whooo, hooo, hooo!! There's a fleet of
pirates heading this way!"
Jackalman said, "The lead ship looks like Captain Shiner's...."
Genryu barked orders to his crew. The ship was very defensible, and
if these mercenaries wanted this ship, so much the better for his ego.
"Sir! Our weapons aren't responding! Shields won't come up!
Propulsion down to zero! We've been sabotaged!"
Genryu pounded a fist on the seat. "Saboteur! If I find him, I'll
have his hide....!"
Jackalman and Monkian panicked. "Abandon ship! Abandon ship!!!"
Genryu, unsheathing a large, crescent-moon blade, tried to rally his
troops. "Get back here! We can't let them have this ship!!" But it was
too late. The panic spread throughout the rest of the crew, who were
ejecting escape pods. Genryu cursed. So much for going down fighting.
He grabbed Slithe by the arm. "We'll take the command pod! Ratar-O
must be informed of this!" Genryu was willing to bet communications were
down as well. Pushing a button on his seat, Genryu and Slithe sank into
the floor. Monkian and Jackalman cowardly jumped in with them.
Reywal smiled as his hired crew boarded the Devastator. His
gamble paid off; Mutants were still cowards at heart. Captain Shiner
appeared on the communication screen on the bridge.
"I trust this ends my services to you?"
Reywal suppressed a smile. "I have no further need of you. Take your
money and run, while you still can." The Mutant shut off communications.
Soon the mercenary crew would be done installing the new equipment.
Equipment neccessary for Reywal to pilot the ship himself.
"With this weapon, I can get my revenge on them all, starting with
Ratar-O and the Thundercats! By attacking the Churning Rocks, all my
enemies will be wiped out in a single stroke!!"
Malcar the Alchemist poured over an ancient Thunderian tome, trying
to decipher its secrets. This particular tome belonged to an ancient
evil Thunderian sorcerer known only as the Shadowcat. In Thunderan
legend the Shadowcat found a way to become immortal, but was destroyed
by the power of the Eye of Thundera. Malcar didn't want this opportunity
to pass by him.
The Alchemist erected a tower near the Canyon of Youth, for he
frequently made trips there to restore his youth. He had aged back and
forth so many times, the process was accelerating with each instance.
Time was running out for Malcar.
The Thundercats hadn't bothered Malcar since his last attempt at
immortality. At that time he tried to move his psyche into a younger
host body. Of course, it was only temporary immortality, and the need
for fresh bodies was great, but that would have bought Malcar time to
find another way. But the Thundercats interferred with the ritual,
saving the Thunderian whelp he had captured, and destroying the magical
texts with the ritual scribed within them.
As of late, Malcar has been receiving strange visions from a shadowy
figure. Malcar knew this presence was far beyond his own power, but he
knew the figure was steering him in a certain direction. Toward
immortality, which Malcar deperately wanted.
"You're taking too long."
Malcar looked up from the Shadowcat's tome, startled from the sudden
appearance of his new 'master.' "What do you want, master?"
The master wizard's form was of a black shadow of a man, a two-
dimensional figure in a three-dimensional environment. No features were
discernable but two flaming red eyes. "The process will take too long
this way. I will perform the ritual myself; I devised this ritual long
time ago, but never bothered to use it. Just stand in the circle of
Malcar set the tome down on a nearby table, surprised to hear the
implication that his 'master' was the master of the wicked Shadowcat. He
then walked to the center of the room, where a circle of black salt was.
Malcar stood in the center, as directed. "I am ready."
The shadow said, "Then prepare for the greatest pain of your life,
Malcar. After I perform this deed, you will serve me. You will free me
from my prison."
"Anything, just be done with it!!"
The shadow raised both arms into the air, channeling mystical
energies. "Powers of shadow and darkness, grant me the power of the
Malcar screamed as bolts of energy surged through him. He could no
longer hear his master's words of power, as the pain was consuming him.
Lion-O and Panthro rammed their way through Amortus' rock soldiers
with the Thundertank as they entered New Cat's Lair. The Rock Giant was
easily defeated, for heat and cold once again defeated the monster.
Both jumped out of the Thundertank and ran to the Council Chamber.
Waiting in the chamber were Jaguara, Tygra, Bengali, and Lynx-O, the
other Thundercats fending off the rock soldiers.
Lion-O exclaimed, "Tygra! You're back!"
Tygra said, "It's good to see you well, Lion-O."
Panthro said, "The Rock Giant will trouble us no more. Now all we
have to do is deal with the others, Amortus, Malcar, and Grune."
Bengali said, "Don't forget about rescuing Pumyra from Vultureman. We
can't leave her there any longer, we must do something!"
Lion-O replied, "Take it easy, Bengali. We can't get to the Mutant
ship without a distraction. And I hope Lynx-O secured that for us?"
Lynx-O nodded. "The Council is sending us enough ships to counter the
Mutant spacecraft. But the trick is getting on board the Mutant vessel
alive, in which case there is more good news."
Jaguara continued, "The guerilla teams managed to hijack a small
shuttle. We just need it to get on the Mutant ship. However, the Mutants
will recognize the deception as soon as you come on board, then the
fleet will take action. With the Council forces to keep the Mutant fleet
busy, New Thundera will be safe from orbital bombardment."
Bengali commented, "You've got to wonder why the Mutants didn't do
that in the first place."
The answer dawned on Lion-O. "If they did that, there would be
nothing left on New Thundera to plunder. They want the planet's
resources, which includes slaves." Punching a few buttons at his seat, a
schematic appeared on the view screen wall. "Bengali, Panthro, and I
will go to the Mutant flagship. The rest of you have to take care of the
enemy down here."
Panthro said, "Why couldn't we just take the Feliner instead of the
Mutant shuttle? The Feliner has far more firepower, and I'd rather punch
a few holes in their ships."
Lion-O replied, "We aren't going there to destroy them Panthro, just
rescue Pumyra. You all know what to do. Thundercats, HO!"
Malcar awoke in the center of the circle, dazed. The pain had
vanished. The shadow stepped closer. "I have granted you immortality.
Now return the favor."
Malcar stepped toward a mirror. He gasped, for his face was gone. All
that remained was a bleached-white skull, with two points of glowing red
malevolence serving as eyes. "What have you done?! I'm... I'm dead!"
"Undeath, fool. The same as Mumm-ra, but not a mummy like Mumm-ra is.
Aging will no longer matter to you. Now, free me from my prison!"
"What is this prison? Who are you??"
"They call me the Shadowmaster. Summon me from the Shadow Realm, so
that I may be free!!"
Reywal chuckled madly, wired into his neuro-controller. With this
device he could control every aspect of the ship by sheer thought. The
mercenary crew was gone, leaving the reptilian alone.
The Devastator flew at top speed toward New Thundera. Reywal
set up a jamming field between himself and the Mutant escape pods, so no
one can warn Ratar-O of the early arrival of doom.
"Gullible Mutant, you are playing right into my hands." Mumm-ra
stroked Ma-mutt more as he watched the Devastator in his
cauldron. "The foolish Mutant thinks he can get away with his scheme,
but by following his scheme he gets closer to my ultimate goal--
Malcar's destruction. And, if I'm lucky, the Shadowmaster as well, if
Malcar can break him free from his prison."
The scene shifted once again, this time to Castle Plun-darr. Ratar-O
stood in the communication room, and turned, looking surprised. "Mumm-
Mumm-ra said, "Transport Malcar the Alchemist to the
Devastator when it arrives. Ahead of schedule, of course, and
piloted by none other than your former minion, Reywal."
Ratar-O nodded, already aware of Reywal's treachery. "Your plan had
better work, Mumm-ra, or you'll be less a few Mutants!"
Mumm-ra waved at the cauldron, shifting the scene to New Cat's Lair,
where the Thundercats were preparing the Mutant shuttle. "Yes,
Thundercats, rescue your friend Pumyra. I dare you!!"
The docking controller of the Victory allowed the stolen
shuttle to land, but it was too late he realized it was a trap.
Vultureman was in his lab when the alarm went out, and suddenly the ship
Vultureman openned a communication to the bridge. "What's going on up
The Mutant captain hastily said, "We're under attack! And we have
spies on board! Bridge out!"
Vultureman cursed loudly, waking the sleepy Pumyra. "Looks like your
days are numbered, Mutant!"
Vultureman turned, reaching for a blaster rifle under the table.
"Khaaaawwww! Silence! I won't let your friends between me and you, my
The door to the lab burst open, and Lion-O, Panthro, and Bengali
Vultureman pointed the rifle at the Thundercats menacingly. "Stand
back, Thundercats! This is set to kill!!"
Bengali yelled, "What have you done to Pumyra?! You'll pay for this,
He threw the Hammer of Thundera at Vultureman, knocking the rifle out
of his hands. Vulureman scrambled for the rifle, but Panthro knocked him
down with his nunchuks.
Lion-O stood before Pumyra and raised the Sword of Omens. "HO!!" he
shouted, and a ray from the Eye of Thundera struck the female
Bengali shouted, "It's working! She's turning back to normal!"
The mutated features of Pumyra reverted back to her normal Thundercat
form. With adrenaline surging through her body, she shattered the bonds
which held her. "Bengali!" The two Thundercats embraced.
Panthro broke their moment. "I hate to be the spoiler, but we'd
better leave before the Mutants find us here."
The Thundercats left the chamber as Vultureman regained
consciousness. "Khaaawww! They stole my future bride! Those Thundercats
will pay for this, and for the last time!!"
Vultureman reached under the table once more, producing a small
transmitter. "When this ship blows, the Thundercats will go with it!!
He pushed a single button on the transmitter, and ran.
The Mutants pinned down the Thundercats in the hanger bay, determined
to keep them from escaping. Suddenly, a new alarm klaxon blared on the
intercom, announcing, "This ship will self-destruct in 3 minutes. Have a
Lion-O thanked Jaga for their good fortune, for the Mutants began to
panic, thinking about their own hides before their duties. The
Thundercats made their way back to the shuttle, and launched.
Mumm-ra watched the space battle from his black pyramid. The
Victory exploded in a large burst of flame, consuming those ships
in the near vicinity and those unfortunate to have been on board. But
best of all, the plan was proceeding nicely.
"The Thundercats cannot be beaten by outside forces alone. But, when
eaten on the inside, they will be no match for the Mutants."
Vultureman's escape pod hatch popped open as soon as it was safe to
leave. He sighed in relief to be alive, and hoped the explosion got the
Thundercats. But as soon as Vultureman began kissing the dirt, several
shadows blocked the sun.
Ratar-O towered above the cowering Vultureman, with both of his sais
unsheathed. "You'd better have a good reason, Vultureman. I lost a good
ship because of you."
Vultureman cowered as low to the ground as he could go. "Khaaaa--
aaahhh-aahhh.... but it was the Thundercats....."
"Silence, worm! I knew you rigged the self-destruct mechanism. You're
the only one who could have done it. And now you're going to pay...
dearly." Ratar-O brought the Rat's Eyes together, forming a beam of
force around Vultureman. Vultureman squealed in pain as the power of the
Rat's Eyes crushed him.
"I beg of you! Spare me!!"
Ratar-O sneered, "You will make a fine example, Vultureman... a fine
Malcar was surprised to receive word that he was invited to join the
Mutants on board the Devastator before it blows up New Thundera
in a massive seismic explosion. At least there his chances of surviving
the shattering of the planet would be greater out there. He consulted
the Shadowmaster on the matter, and he agreed to it as well.
Reywal pulled the Devastator into New Thundera orbit. In a few
minutes the weapon will have charged enough power to crush the planet.
All he needed to do was align the weapon with the target-- the Churning
The reptilian politician, in his anticipation, failed to notice two
new presences on board the ship.
Pyron appeared at the other end of the cauldron, opposite Mumm-ra and
Ma-mutt. The evil champion bowed.
Mumm-ra said, "Excellent, all my enemies are in place. Excellent
work, my champion. Now, to deal with the Thundercats...."
Ratar-O watched the space battle from the safety of Castle Plun-darr.
Driller dragged Vultureman's body to the corner of the chamber, all his
bones snapped from the crushing power of the Rat's Eyes. Vultureman
moaned in pain.
The Mutant fleet, without the flagship, was losing this battle. The
Council forces were far greater in number and skill, not to mention
morale. The loss of the flagship was a major blow to morale, thanks to
Vultureman. Conquest of New Thundera would be much closer than he
expected, considering the fact the Devastator was no longer
available to him.
Ratar-O motioned to Buzz Saw. "Send the schematics of the
Devastator to the Thundercats. Make sure to use the Council
Reywal chuckled as the Feliner took off from the New Cat's Lair.
Foolish gesture, the Devastator was invincible. If they wanted to
make a suicide run, so be it.
"Overconfident reptilian, this ship is now mine."
Reywal turned. Surprised, he said, "Who are you?"
Malcar and the freed Shadowmaster approached him. The Shadowmaster
pointed a palm at him. "This weapon will be the instrument of Mumm-ra's
destruction, not New Thundera. Turn this ship around and head toward
Third Earth, or you will die."
Reywal's face flushed in anger. "Nobody orders me around!"
In the midst of their arguing, the trio never noticed the ship was
moving away from New Thundera, or the fact that the Feliner was heading
for the ship's weak spot.
The explosion of the craft was spectacular.
Mumm-ra chuckled to himself. A weapon of destruction that
potentially-threatened Third Earth was gone, as well as Malcar and the
Shadowmaster. Pyron's subtle modifications to the ship's control went
unnoticed by Reywal, confident in his technological wonder to the point
of arrogance. Not to mention several subtle powers of suggestion, Mumm-
ra thought to himself.
The Thundercats will be dealt with later... they served his purpose
for now, they surely deserve to live a little longer. Until Ratar-O
succeeds in eliminating them.
Genryu's command pod landed near Castle Plun-darr. Fortunately,
Ratar-O was pleased with the draconian's arrival, and not the least bit
angry at the loss of the Devastator.
"But, sir, how can we defeat the Thundercats now, they have the backing of the Interplanetary Council!"
Ratar-O replied, "Because I'm issuing the Trial of Champions. The
Thundercats' Code of Thundera, Truth, Honor, Loyalty, and Justice, gives
me the guarantee they will accept the challenge. Our Trial, although it
is of Plun-darrian origin, appeals to their Code. By their Honor they
Slithe stepped forward. "And who will have the honor of becoming the
Champions, oh mighty Ratar-O?"
Ratar-O merely laughed.
Lion-O and the rest of the Thundercats were ready to celebrate.
Amortus was banished back to the Land of No Return, thanks to Jaguara's
magic. The Mutant fleet was in retreat, thanks to the Council's forces.
And the Mutant Army was already pulling back. But surprise struck them
when the Trial of Champions came forth.
Snarf said, "Snarf, Snarf, this has got to be another one of the
Mutants' tricks, Lion-O! Don't listen to them."
Lion-O replied, "We can't, Snarf. This Trial appeals to the Code of
Thundera. We stand for Truth, Justice, Honor, and Loyalty, therefore we
must prepare for combat once more."
Panthro said, "This Trial of their's calls for all of us to engage in
single combat against the Mutants' finest warriors. I welcome the
Pumyra said, "Not all of us, Panthro. The challenge calls for only
seven champions. I suggest Lion-O, Panthro, Tygra, Bengali, Cheetara,
Jaguara, and Lynx-O. You're all stronger than the rest of us."
"She's right." Jaguara agreed. "We are indeed the ones to answer the
Lion-O said, "Then it's settled. We're to meet the Mutant champions
at the north ridge."
At one side of the ridge, the Thundercat's seven champions stepped
up. Ratar-O chuckled to himself. He had selected his champions to
counter the Thundercats' own champions, matching their strengths and
Ratar-O emerged as the first champion, holding the Sword of Plun-darr
unsheathed. The blade gleamed in the setting sun. The greatest Mutant
warrior readied for combat against the Lord of the Thundercats.
Next stood the match for Panthro. Grune the Destroyer waved his mace
menacingly. More than a match for Panthro's great strength.
After him, stood the match for Tygra. The Tiger Family was skilled in
illusion and mental power, so it would be fitting for Vultureman to
handle him. Vultureman stepped in wearing a special power armor suit,
enhancing his muscle strength tenfold, as well as allowing the bone-
crushed Mutant to operate. His wicked mind and technology should be able
to handle Tygra.
Cheetara's strength lay in her great speed, but her weakness was her
lack of endurance. Given one warrior who could match that combination
and Cheetara was doomed. In that case the crocodilian General Scarr was
elected as champion. The General didn't achieve his position by being
stupid; he had the patience and vitality to wear Cheetara down.
Then, for Bengali, an all-round balanced warrior with more
determination that any of the others to win. Slithe stepped forward,
packets of warp gas grenades strapped to his belt. The reptilian played
with one grenade, throwing it up and down with one hand, ready to throw.
Jaguara, the eldest of the Thundercats and an accomplished sorcerer,
was more than a match for any simple Mutant. The Mirror Wraith appeared
next, his magical power filling the gap in the Mutants' ranks, for
Mutants did not possess the aptitude required to wield magic.
Anyone could have been a match for Lynx-O, but only Genryu could
match the blind Thundercat's weakness and strength-- while the
Thundercat possessed enhanced senses, he couldn't see. Genryu could take
advantage of all of those. The cunning warrior's great leathery wings
flapped in anticipation, brandishing his crescent-moon sword, the
Mooncutter, one handed. The Mooncutter is a weapon whose blade was made
of pure adamantium, the hardest known substance in the galaxy, forged by
the legendary Plun-darrian Munemasa, an ancestor of Genryu.
The champions met each other at the top of the ridge, face-to-face.
Ratar-O spoke first. "So, the war has finally come down to this,
Thundercat against Mutant, to determine the destinies of our races!"
Lion-O challenged, "If your champions lose, your Mutants will leave
New Thundera forever, and never return under the pretense of war."
Ratar-O snarled, "And if your champions lose, all Thundera and its
people will belong to Plun-darr! So be it!"
The two lines clashed.
Mumm-ra watched the Trial from his cauldron in the black pyramid on
Third Earth with great interest.
Stroking Ma-mutt, Mumm-ra said, "Perhaps this trial should be more
interesting, eh, Ma-mutt? Perhaps more suitable battle grounds are in
Putting down Ma-mutt, the mummy intoned, "Ancient Spirits of Evil,
grant these challengers a more suitable battle ground!"
The power of the Ancient Spirits of Evil transported the combatants
to different locations across New Thundera. The scene in the cauldron
shifted constantly from each pair to the next.
The first scene landed Panthro and Grune in a barren wasteland, where
the earth was cracked with a lack of moisture, a land formerly under the
power of Alluro's Moon of Plun-darr. Lynx-O and Genryu appeared in the
former Forest of Mists, formerly under the influence of Redeye's Moon of
Plun-darr. The forest was still dark despite the missing mist. Next
Cheetara and Scarr appeared in the middle of a grassy plain, formerly
under the power of Luna and Amuk's Moon of Plun-darr. Jaguara and the
Mirror Wraith appeared in the Caverns of Cold, a region of cold, despite
being free of Chilla's Moon of Plun-darr. Vultureman and Tygra appeared
at the spire formerly controlled by Tug-Mug's Moon of Plun-darr, now
free from the heavy gravitational forces. Slithe and Bengali appeared in
the mosslands, where the Mossland Monster once roamed. Finally, Ratar-O
and Lion-O appeared on a cliff of the Churning Rocks.
Ratar-O and Lion-O were momentarily disoriented as they materialized
at the Churning Rocks. Ratar-O realized this was Mumm-ra's doing.
Ratar-O held the Sword of Plun-darr in the air. "It looks like for
one of us its going to be our last battle ground!"
Lion-O replied, "We'll see about that, Mutant!" With a yell, Lion-O
rushed the Mutant leader.
Ratar-O caught the Sword of Omens on his own blade, then threw a blow
himself. Back and forth the two leaders fought, exchanging blows that
were met with parries, neither gaining an advantage, but ever-so closer
toward the edge of the rock.
Ratar-O leaped back, tired of the bouts, and twirled the Sword of
Plun-darr, sending ripples of energy toward Lion-O. The Lord of the
Thundercats responded with his own sword blast, meeting the opposing
blast midway between the combatants.
Strugling to keep concentration, Ratar-O snarled, "This is how it was
meant to be, boy! Leader against leader, sword to sword, in a fight to
the finish! Your mentor, Jaga, denied that to my dishonored ancestor,
Ratilla, and you're going to pay!"
Lion-O kept his aim, but the comment disturbed him. "Jaga?" But
Mutants don't have honor! "Killing a helpless opponent is against the
Code of Thundera!"
Ratar-O replied, "Whelp! My illustrious ancestor is far from
helpless! Jaga denied the great Ratilla the honor of a warrior's death!
The shame it brought to the Rat clan was the direct cause of the
collapse of Plun-darrian society! Fool, you and your Thundercat ideals,
have ruined Plun-darr!! And I intend to fix them... by destroying you!"
"Killing me couldn't possibly help!" Lion-O countered. But, then
again, Jaga was dead, after all, so Ratar-O couldn't avenge Ratilla
directly. But he could go after his protege. "You can't win, Mutant. If
I defeat you, I cannot give you the warrior's death as you seek, nor can
you fully avenge Ratilla from his disgrace. End this conflict, now! No
more need to die!"
Ratar-O yelled in anger, ending the ripple beam. "Never, whelp! No
one can defeat Ratar-O the Magnificent!" Leaping into the air, the
ratman thrust downward, aiming for Lion-O's head.
Lion-O rolled out of the way, then resigned himself. "Very well then,
it looks like I have no choice." Raising the Sword of Omens, the Lord of
the Thundercats shouted, "Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats,
The cat signal streaked from the Churning rocks, and passed by all
the battlegrounds the champions fought. Grune was ready to put Panthro
out of his misery. Mirror Wraith used the ice walls to his advantage,
confounding Jaguara. Slithe's warp gas took great effect on Bengali.
Scarr was ready to deal the final blow to the exhausted Cheetara. Lynx-O
lay on the ground bleeding to death, having run into a knife stuck to
one of the trees, something he couldn't detect without seeing. Genryu
stood over the blind Thundercat triumphantly, ready to deal the death
blow with his crescent-moon sword. And Vultureman's power armor held the
battered Tygra in the air in triumph. One glance at the cat signal was
all it took for the Thundercats to turn the tables.
All this time Ratar-O tried to slash Lion-O, but the power of the
sword produced a magical barrier protecting the Lord of the Thundercats.
"It can't be possible!" Ratar-O exclaimed in frustration. "Your so-
called honor is nothing but an ideal, Thundercat whelp!" Sheathing the
Sword of Plun-darr, Ratar-O reached for a remote control. Playing with
the joystick, the Rat-star appeared above him. "For a time I
considered letting your precious Thunderians live as slaves, now their
lives, as well as your own, are forfeit! We shall meet again!" Ratar-O
dematerialized, then the Rat-star took off for Castle Plun-darr.
Lion-O sheathed the Sword of Omens, alarmed with Ratar-O's threat.
Would he really do it? Massive genocide of an entire species? More than
ever there was a reason to oppose the Mutants of Plun-darr, Lion-O
thought, as the Thunderstrike hovered overhead.
Ratar-O exited the Rat-star with the knowledge of the defeats
of the rest of his champions. Buzz Saw also sent word of a distinguished
guest who wanted to see him in the Grand Chamber.
The warrior's curiousity was piped. Who would dare to see him at this
time? As he entered the Grand Chamber, he almost expected it to be Mumm-
ra himself. But the figure who stood there was not Mumm-ra, he was a large, proud member of the Mutant race. The Mutant turned around,
sharing features similar to that of Ratar-O, but older. There were
signes of a hunch forming as the figure leaned on a jeweled walking
stick, topped with a golden-hued thundrainium cobra head, mouth open,
fangs bearing along with jewel-encrusted ruby eyes. Over his left eye
was a metal eye, to replace the one he lost when he was dishonored so
long ago. In the place where the eye should have been was a red
mechanical light that served as an eye.
Ratar-O gapsed. "Ratilla the Conqueror!!" Bowing low, Ratar-O
presented the Sword of Plun-darr. "I have avenged your honor by
retrieving this weapon, but I yet to seek vengeance for your other
Ratilla chuckled, and waved his hand away, indicating Ratar-O to keep
the Sword. "Yes, my descendant... I have waited a long time to rid the
universe of the Thundercats. The news of the Trial spread quickly. If
you will allow, Warlord, I would assist you in eliminating the
Thundercats once and for all."
"How?" Ratar-O asked. "The Devastator was destroyed, not to
mention we lost the majority of our fleet to the Council armada! Morale
is at an all-time low, and some clans are contemplating disertion from
the war effort."
"Those are but small things. To rid ourselves of our enemies, we must
make the ultimate sacrifices. We're going to destroy the Gyroscope."
"The Gyroscope? Mumm-ra tried that once before, and the Sword of
Omens created a new one! How can we prevent that?"
"By the only means neccessary. We're going to shatter the Sword of
Omens, and I know of one being with the power to do so."
Ratar-O thought for a moment. "The Lunatack Tug-Mug. We'll put a
search for the Lunatacks immediately!"
"Excellent, my descendent...." Ratilla said. "Without the Sword of
Omens to save them, New Thundera and all the Thunderians will be
Back on Third Earth, in the black pyramid, Mumm-ra held Ma-mutt in
his arms, looking into the cauldron, watching the conversation between
Ratilla and Ratar-O.
"So, it appears to be the beginning of the end... one way, or
Mumm-ra set Ma-mutt down gently, then raised his arms into the air.
"Ancient Spirits of Evil," he began, the four statues moving from their
location, spinning around Mumm-ra, "transform this decayed form," the
statues raised their arms, bathing the mummy in hellish energies, "to
Mumm-ra, the Ever-living," finally, energies spilled forth from the
cauldron, bathing the sorcerer in its dark energies, "and All-
Roaring in anticipation, Mumm-ra walked from the cauldron to the
Mumm-raft, behind two of the statues. Ma-mutt followed, taking his
position at the controls. Pyron entered as well, standing sentinel at
the entrance of the craft. "Now, Ma-mutt, to New Thundera, so we may rid
ourselves of the wretched Thundercats once and for all!!"
Next time, on Thundercats, Ratar-O and the Mutants become
increasingly desperate in their efforts to conquer New Thundera and its
inhabitants. But now New Thundera is sentenced to destruction; its
existance is deemed unworthy in the eyes of the evil ratman Warlord.
With the aid of Ratilla the Conquerer, the Mutants try to destroy the
Gyroscope, in hopes of ripping New Thundera and its natives into
oblivion. To secure the success of this scheme, Ratar-O enlists the help
of the Lunatacks, ordered to destroy the Sword of Omens, thereby
preventing the power of the Eye of Thundera from saving the day once
again. It's now a race against time as the Gyroscope destroys New
Thundera... will the Sword of Omens save the day and the planet once
again? Tune in next time, as the Thunderian-Plun-darrian War draws to
its shattering conclusion.