Title: Feral's Choice 
Author: Razor's Halo
E-Mail: Twistedhalo6@aol.com
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some violence and descriptions of blood.
Disclaimer: "SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron," its characters and concepts 
are copyright to Hanna-Barbera Cartoons, Inc and are used without permission.


	T-bone took the jet into a nosedive, fighting the urge to throw up as 
the g-forces came into play.
	Dark Kat's missiles speed downward; he couldn't dodge. "Razor!" he yelled 
"Shoot the missiles! I can't keep descending!"
	The caramel-colored kat in the back of the monstrous jet watched the 
screen closely. As the missiles neared, numbers and lights began popping up on 
the screen. The kat's eyes watched the screen intently, his chestnut gaze never 
leaving the blinking missile bleeping across the screen. 
	"C'mon, buddy, we are cutting it close even for me," the burly striped kat 
called back, still watching the ground in front of him rapidly closing.


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	Commander Feral lay back in his chair, sinking into the soft upholstery.  
He stretched and checked the clock. 5:00 pm.  He hated paper work. And, he had 
forms galore. Feral shook out his writers cramp and continued writing. About  
15 minutes later, the phone rang, the sound startling Feral into abrupt 
alertness. Picking up, he identified the voice on the other line as Felina, his 
niece. 
	"Commander, we have a situation!" panted Felina, obviously exhausted.  
"Dark Kat has penetrated the outer forces!" 
	"Why wasn't I informed of this attack earlier!?" spat out Feral. 
	"Lieutenant Commander Steele thought we could handle it," came the 
lieutenant's annoyed reply. 
	"I'll be right over."  Feral hung up the phone and began to stomp up the 
stairs to the chopper landing. When he stepped outside, he drew his coat around 
him as the cooling evening air stirred up his coat tails, flapping them in the wind. 
He jumped into the chopper and took off to the air fight.

………………………………………………………………

	"Missiles deployed!" the caramel kat shouted as two missiles shot out of the 

jet, hitting their mark and causing a shower of fire to half blind the kats as T-bone 

pulled up just in time to see Dark Kat's ship speed away. 
	"Crud," growled T-bone for just as he was about to give chase the canopy was 
sliced through with a piece of debris from an Enforcer chopper shot down by Dark 
Kat. The jet spiraled out of his control. Controls started to spark thanks to 
the mangled chopper pieces that began to fall through the openings in the 
jet. 
	In the back, Razor was struggling to inch backward from the sparking 
weapon's panel. More scrap fell through the canopy, slicing it the rest of 
the way and peeling back the metal like a can of sardines. T-bone jerked 
around as Razor screamed, but before he could see what had happened, a piece of 
metal dropped down rendering him unconscious.
 
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	Feral shielded his eyes from the explosions from the fight going on.  He 
looked around, observing the scene, when he noticed to his surprise and pleasure 
that the vigilantes known as the Swat Kats were no where to be seen. Suddenly, 
Felina radioed in.
	"Commander! The Swat Kats have been shot down!" 
	Coldly, Feral replied, "Felina, how are the Enforcers involved in this?  Bring 
in reinforcements and continue fire.  The Swat Kats are no concern to us." 
	Felina's voice wavered on the other line.  "Uncle.." 
	"Continue fire - we will continue this conversation later," replied Feral. 
	The Commander ended the transmission and sighed. He was snapped into 
awareness by a yell of surprise and joy coming from a small fleet of Enforcer 
jets.
	"We did it, Commander!  Dark Kat has been shot.  We got the ship and I 
think it took out the main control area.  We think he is dead!
	Commander Feral stared blankly out at the fear ship, its smoking form 
hovered in the air as Enforcers boarded.  He squinted in the darkening sky as 
he thought he saw a light escape into the night, but when he looked again, it 
was gone.  Shaking his head, he listened to the rest of the transmission. 
	"The ship is a wreck, Commander.  We can't find a body, but who on earth 
could survive it?" 
	The Commander brought his chopper close and boarded the ship, its sleek form 
scratched and dented.  He gagged as he stepped inside.  The air smelled of 
burning flesh.  Creeplings littered the ground, some still smoking.

………………………………………………………………….

	T-bone moaned softly as he awoke his head throbbed and his eyes were 
having trouble adjusting to the darkness around him. From the crickets he heard 
he guessed the jet had fallen somewhere on the outskirts of Megakat City. 
Tugging on his restraints, he freed himself from the Turbokat.  Rubbing his 
head, he winced as he felt a wet spot, blood. Suddenly, he remembered the 
scream he had heard before the crash.
	"Oh my god, Razor!"  T-bone raced as fast as his throbbing head would let 
him to the back of the jet. He pulled back in horror when he got there. Razor 
wasn't there.  The restrains were sliced through and the seat was stained with 
blood. 
	A loud crackle snapped him out of his trance as the weapons panel began 
to spark even more catching fire to the grass below. T-bone backed up and started 
in a painful sprint away from the burning jet.  He ducked and covered, hitting the 
ground hard as what he expected was weapon panel exploded.

………………………………………………………………
 
	Razor awoke.  His head hurt and blood was pooling under him.
	Why am I bleeding? He thought foggily.  Where am I? 
	The caramel kat shakily stood up, cringing as his body protested. He felt 
groggy, and he couldn't remember where he had been. Where was home? Razor did the 
only thing he could think to do, walk. He moved slowly and jerkily, his injuries 
slowing him down and blood loss making him faint. 
	At about 6:00 am, he stumbled into Megakat City.  The mile walk had taken 
hours and the time was taking its toll.
	Razor tripped and resisted the urge to stay down.  He wasn't sure why he kept 
walking or if he had anything to walk for.  He couldn't remember. Right before 
he could get up, a newspaper blew into his face.  The picture on the cover was 
of a tall kat, dark brown in color, his face stern.  The subtitle read: 
Commander Feral's Enforcers take out Dark Kat. 
	Razor turned his head to the side, sending the gray sidewalk spinning.  
Something was familiar about that name, but he couldn't put his finger on it. 
That was his last thought before the sidewalk stopped spinning and darkness took 
over.

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	Commander Feral walked down the sidewalk to the Enforcer Headquarters to 
retreive his car, a smile stretched across his face.  Dark Kat was assumed 
dead and the Swat Kats had nothing to do with it. He stopped abruptly when he 
felt his shoes slosh into a puddle.  He rolled his eyes.  Just great he thought 
disgustedly.  Now he was wet.  He sighed with dismay as he felt his boot soak 
through. When Feral looked down, his expression of disgust turned to sickness 
as he saw not water pooled around his black boots but blood, blood emanating 
from a Swat Kat lying sprawled across the pavement. 
	For a moment, Feral wanted to scream, then curiosity took over.  Now was 
his chance.  He could unmask the vigilante.  The thought was tempting and, as he 
leaned closer, he noticed the blood caked on the mask.  The kat's tightly shut eyes 
began to flicker as if noticing the Commander. 
	"Umm.... Rrrrr." The Swat Kat known as Razor struggled to form the words. 
Razor's cracked voice was barely a whisper. "C.. Commander Feral....help." 
	All thought of exposing the kat was postponed; it could wait.  The Swat 
Kat needed help.


To be continued....

How'd you like it? It was my first story ever and I will continue it soon.
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