New Lives, Old Ways 1:
Lost Day: Prolog to Hell
by Fur and Fantasy
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file
"No, sir," Cadet Chance Furlong said firmly even as he stood stiff as a rod before Commander Ulysses Feral and faced the great tom's furious expression and the soft gasp of shock from Lt. Commander Jarrem Blackthorn who was standing behind him to his right.
"No?" the Commander repeated in near-disbelief, staring at the brick of a chocolate on gold tabby in full dress uniform. "I gave you an order, Cadet!"
"Yes sir," Furlong said as he controlled his frantic heart, which was trying to crawl up his dry throat. This was not what he had in mind for his first encounter with the Commander! "I can not obey that order, sir."
"I can have you court-martialed for refusing," Feral pointed out with a dangerous tone.
Furlong swallowed with difficulty and nodded his understanding.
"Why can't you comply?" Blackthorn asked, trying to keep one of his more promising, if troublesome, Cadets out of serious trouble.
"Sir," he turned slightly to face the Lt. Commander. "You know Clawson. If I had over the security codes to his place, he'll find out eventually. We'd never fly together again, assuming he didn't kill me outright."
"I think you have less faith in his understanding than he deserves," the huge brown tabby told him, almost gently despite the clear reprimand. "Do you really believe he would turn on you for assisting in a mission?"
"No, sir," Furlong said with absolute certainty. "It is not about setting him up for Lost Day, sir. It's for breaking a promise I made to him when he gave me the codes."
The two command officers exchanged looks, and Blackthorn couldn't help but give a confirming nod to the Cadet's assessment of his partner.
"Very well," Feral growled. "Dismissed."
Furlong saluted him crisply and turned on heal, leaving the cousins in the Commander's office.
"You're slipping on discipline," Feral growled in real irritation.
"If your 'experts' could break his security system, we wouldn't have had that conversation, or this one," Blackthorn pointed out grimily. "Don't worry, I can get them. It'll just be the intel we go for with Furlong's LD."
"You could go for a simpler option," Feral sighed in frustration. "Pick him up during a survival trek."
"True," Blackthorn mused. "I'm just glad I'm not on the team against that kat," he chuckled deeply. "Clawson is going to be a challenge, up at Feral standards."
"That I will believe when I see it," Feral grunted as his cousin turned to leave.
New Lives, Old Ways 1: Lost Day: Prolog to Hell
3 KB, Story is Complete, Series is in Progress
Written January 29, 2009 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: SWAT Kats
Primary Races: Kantin, Kat
Contents: Furry. Gen. Alternate Universe
Notes: This is utterly and completely Have Blue's fault. Blame him!
Now why is this Have Blue's fault? Because he wrote and drew S.K.Y. 2: Lost Day about this very subject. Well, kinda. It is about a Lost Day that Jake had. We just went a little further, as frightening as that sounds.
Go visit the series main page or his FA page to see the comic.
This is not one of our nice, happy fics. You have been warned.
Blurb: The Lost Day is a training exercise designed to mimic real hostage conditions. Most high-level military operatives -- anyone expected to be a POW with important intel -- go through said training. This is the opening to Enforcer Cadet Jake Clawson's turn.
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