From: jaclark@colacoll.edu
Date: Thu, 2 May 1996 06:32:51 -0400
X-Sender: jaclark@gandalf.colacoll.edu
To: max@maxie.com
Subject: Part Three!(and a 4yourIsOnly warning)

First the warning:

May 3 will be my last email day. I'm leaving college for the summer on May
4th, and I don't know if I'll have access to a computer.

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On a brighter note:


Well, well! Parts one and two to your liking? Try this for size!

Yup, 'tis Part 3.
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The Wild Side of Feral by Anubis Soundwave

jaclark@colacoll.edu

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The kat standing before the kats inside the banquet area of City Hall is
tall, and impressive.

He gives a wide, almost flirtatious grin to Felina. "You don't know me,
Felina? Come now, surely you know your Uncle Arie?"

Felina's face shows nothing but confusion.

"Your father wasn't very fair in not telling you about me. It was very hard
to find out about you.

"My name is Ares Feral. You'd think that your uncle Ulysses would have told
you about me. Then again, you might actually have fun." And the kat touches
her chin. "A lotta fun."

If Telemachus Feral is unsettled by the sudden entrance of Ares, it doesn't
show. And Commander Feral seems to be taking his eldest brother's presence
well; he snaps his riding crop in half.

"Think this is a good time for us to leave, T - Bone?" asks Razor.

"Yeah," answers T - Bone, "Feral's had enough for his birthday."

And the Swat Kats leave.

*At least those vigilantes are gone,* thinks Feral.

"I know I recognize the brotha from somewhere," whispers Skatmandu, "but I
can't remember where."

Ares hears this. "What? You mean you don't remember me, Trooper Skatmandu? I
personally pinned on your Enforcer insignia, young kat!"

"You're an Enforcer?" Wylde practically gasps this question.

"Adjutant Major General Ares Feral, Trooper."

"Lieutenant, sir. Wylde." *Man, three Ferals. But the clan doesn't seem to
like this one.*

"Mason Wylde? Ah, yes, the pilot I wanted. Yet _somehow_ you had to be
transferred to the Megakat City branch of the Academy."

"And where's your branch, sir?" asks Felina.

"In my city, Faroe Lake City," Ares smiles.

"You make it sound like you own the place," smirks Wylde.

"I don't own it, Mr. Wylde; but I do run it.

"Let me explain. Faroe Lake City is run by the mayor and the AMG of the
Enforcers. That's so the mayor and the Enforcers work as a team."

"Does it work?" asks Felina.

"Well, I think it's more efficient," Ares smiles.

*So was Nazi Deutschkaetze. During MegaWar II.* "Especially since you're in
charge." Mason isn't sure why, but Ares rankles his nerves; he doesn't feel
inclined to trust this Feral.

"Well, Commander," Ares sneers, "do all your officers undermine you like this?"

"Most of them, but only when I'm not in earshot. Wylde is one of the honest
ones." And the commander smiles.

Mason is startled. *Feral has a sense of humor?*

"Anyway," continues Ares, "I'm not here just for the reunion. I came to
select officers for the exchange program. Didn't you get my email?"

"I usually dump garbage." Feral scowls.

*Oooh, bad blood,* thinks Mason. *Good thing I don't have a brother.*

Chance and Jake walk in. "Did we miss anything?" Chance asks.

"Lance Furlong! Hey, Delta Squaddie, how's it been?"

"Uh, that was my father. I'm Chance."

"Ah, Chance." Then Ares jumps. "What do you mean WAS?"

"He's dead. Died in a crash."


"And I'm Jake Clawson." Jake shakes hands with the AMG.

"Yes...a weapons manager. You were at Faroe Lake once, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I...hadda move."

"You know this guy, Jake?" asks Chance.

"Yeah; his name's Feral. AMG Feral." If others outside of the Feral family
could show more loathing, Jake probably wouldn't let them.

Chance takes Jake aside. "What's the matter with you, pal?"

"I just remembered why I told you there were worse commanders to serve under
than Feral."

"Yeah, I remember that. Like who?"

"_That_ Feral," Jake seethes.

While Jake and Chance talk, the Ferals also...talk.

"You've got a lotta nerve showing up here. You weren't invited!"

"What's the matter, Ulyie? Afraid I'll snatch Felina away?"

"I _personally_ transferred her here from the main base to Megakat City,"
says Commandant Feral, showing only a faint trace of anger.

Wylde and Skatmandu observe with Admiral Briggs and the sleeping Callie
Briggs, who was awaiting the ambulance.

"What's up with Feral and Telly? I mean, the AMG's a nice guy when you obey
orders. And he's their brother."

"Well, y'know what they say about pretty packages..." Mason is almost saying
this to himself.

He thinks wildly. *Some enviromaniac jetpacks in, causes over 15 grand in
property damage, I almost fall to my doom trying to stop her, and the
commander can slump in his chair and joke about it while Felina's dad just
stands there talkin' on his flip phone.

*But this guy comes in, does _nothing_ but talk, and manages to irk Telly?
The rock?* For Wylde notices that even the normally glacial commandant
bristles near Ares Feral.

*And Feral. I've seen HIM mad before, but I never saw his eyes _glow_
before. Looks like a Kitney's Gardog.*

(Author Note: This is in reference to Disney's Gargoyles, only the Gargoyles
in the Megakat universe are a cross between a normal winged gargoyle and a
dog. Don't mention Bronx. Also an homage to DJ Clawson's universe about
kat/gargoyles. :) )

"Well, boys, those two never got along. Or did you think commanders never
had hot heads?" Admiral Briggs smiles.

"What, with Commander Feral's temper? I've been on the business end of
that," Mason wryly replies, rubbing his head. Yep, that lump was still there.

Briggs laughs.

"But Telly never gets mad or steamed," says Skatmandu.

"I don't think anyone else has seen him mad, anyway. But that's a monster I
don't wanna see." And the old kat speaks with the voice of a veteran.

"Commandant Telly Feral: Mad as hell. It would make Kat's Eye News!

"Then again, I can see why. I don't really take a shine to this Ares guy,
either." Mason doesn't like the Major General. Part of it, it seems to him,
was that his entrance provoked such...well, almost hatred, from his own
brothers.

And when Jake walked in, Mason knew Weapons Manager Clawson was not thrilled
to see Ares Feral.

And Mason tends to distrust anyone who brings a party to a standstill by
just walking in, especially after dealing with a terrorist who shot the
deputy mayor with a blowdart.

As for Felina, she's puzzled with her dad and uncle's behavior. First, she
meets another uncle she never even knew existed. Second, she could clearly
see her dad showing anger. 

*Not much,* she thinks. *He's just trembling and glaring at Ares.*

For an hour afterwards, Felina's mother and grandmother try to start up

conversation, and the three toms speak, in monosyllabic grunts.

Finally, Ares smiles and taps Felina on the shoulder. "This party's
obviously going nowhere. Maybe we can go somewhere private; catch up on each
other," he smiles.

Felina glances at her father and uncle; Feral's eyes are shut, and one
return glance from Dad tells Felina it's not a good idea, but he won't stop her.

But Felina isn't impressed by her Major General uncle's attitude, especially
towards his own family.

"Sorry, I'm on patrol with Wylde tomorrow."

"How's that?" asks Ares.

"If you want to visit me at headquarters, ask for Lieutenant Feral." And
Felina leaves.

Feral and Telly have the most cruel smiles on their faces.

Ares goes to Wylde. "You care to join me, Lieutenant?"

"I came here to party, sir," he answers. "But since the party's over, sure."

Both kats walk out. Mason takes one look at the two Enforcer Ferals, smiling
blissfully. Wylde knows this surprise party wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon.

	+		+		+		+		+

A week later, all Enforcers report to the audience hall at Enforcer
Headquarters.

After all the officers were seated, Commander Feral takes the podium.


"As you know, Megakat City is involved in an exchange program with Faroe
Lake City. Four months ago, we were lent three of Faroe Lake City's best
officers. Adj. Major General Feral has come now, and it's time for us to
return the favor." Feral smiles, almost wryly.

"And now I'll let the Major General have the floor." The commander leaves
the podium, and Ares steps up to speak.

"Good evening, officers. I've watched you all in action for about a week
now, and I've seen many excellent officers. Unfortunately, I can only take
three of you with me. Worst part is," Ares laughs, "I might get attached to
the three I choose, and dread the day they leave Faroe Lake.

"But, in order to continue the cooperative effort between all the Enforcer
units, I have to choose three of the best officers in Megakat City. The
choices were hard, but I decided on these three because of their unique,
innovative methods.

"Trooper Senior Grade, Elijah Skatmandu. Position: Weapons Manager.
Lieutenant Senior Grade, Felina Feral. Position: Helicopter Pilot.
Lieutenant Junior Grade, Mason Wylde. Position: Fighter Pilot." And Ares,
smiling, returns to his seat.

The chosen ones' thoughts:

*Uncle is NOT happy. And I bet Dad won't be thrilled.*

*Something tells me this is gonna be a helluva four months.*

*Man, back on those island beaches again!*

Then Feral booms, "Dismissed," and the officers disperse.

Mason sits down on the floor, thinking. A large shadow looms over him.

"Sir?" Wylde asks.

"Lieutenant Wylde, please report to my office to receive your exchange
papers," orders Feral.

		+			+			+

"You asked to see me, sir?" asks Mason.

"Yes, Lieutenant. Sit down." Lt. Wylde sits. 

"Do you want my opinion on this?" Feral continues.

"Go ahead, Commander." And Wylde begins to wonder what the heck is going on.

"Frankly, I don't want you three there."

"I guess even you can't stand Lt. Steele as your second."

"I couldn't stand him FOR a second of time. But that's not the reason I
don't want you there."

"Well, sir, the guy _is_ the AMG, and he does outrank you."

Feral, despite his bruised ego, smiles. "You're going to need that lack of
tact, mister, more than ever."

"Is Faroe Lake City that dangerous?" asks Wylde.

"No. It's not dangerous at all. It's almost crime-free."

"And that bothers you."

"Yes, Wylde, it does." Feral seems pensive. "May I ask a favor, Lieutenant?"

"Depends."

The commander smiles again, noting the younger kat's aversion of
formalities. "Nothing official. I just want you to watch Felina for me, okay?"

"She might not appreciate that, sir. We both know Lt. Feral tends to wanna
take care of herself."

"I'm not asking you to babysit her. Just make sure all three of you come out
in one piece, okay?"

Mason thinks for a minute. "Okay, sir. I make no promises, but I'll do my best."

"That's all I ask. Dismissed."

As Mason leaves Feral's office, he wonders what could possibly be wrong with
Faroe Lake. *True, the guy running the city's a bit cagey, but the place is
a paradise. Everyone goes there on vacation. Virtually no crime. No deranged
supervillains like Fang over there,* he thinks as he passes a maximum
security cell with Dr. Viper.

"Hey, you can't leave, Mase!" shouts one trooper, a brawny, light brown kat.

"I have to."

"But Mason," says the smaller one, a dark orange and black tom with glasses,
"you three aren't only _three_ of the best Enforcers, but the three _best_
Enforcers. The Swat Kats aren't even in the sky as much."

Mason laughs. "Come on; you guys haven't pumped my ego enough." He enters
the elevators.

"Crud!" breathes the brown kat. "Well, buddy, we tried."

"Yeah; y'know, it does feel good to be back in these uniforms. Think we
oughta keep an eye on the kid?"

"Good idea, Yeager. But we can't go now."

"Well, let's wash off and get packing." And both kats leave.

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Part Three has ended! Email me if you liked! Give me an idea of what you
like about characters, plot turns, etc. 

I need to know soon. :)

Anubis Soundwave