The StarCat Stories
Part Two: Like Brother, Like Sister...
by StarCat
Summary: Shasta wants to be just like her big brother.
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     Shasta was just pulling her damp blonde hair into a high ponytail when she
heard an odd buzzing sound. Pulling on an old blue Adam Ant shirt and red
boxers, she made her way into the hallway. Chance was just bounding out of his
room.
     "What is that?" Shasta asked curiously.
     "Um..Shasta...I have something to tell you...But, when I come back." He
raced toward the trap door entrance and swung down the pole. 
     Shasta followed.  "Oh my hell..." She looked up in awe at the huge hangar,
the equipment, the Turbokat, and Jake dressed as Razor.
     "Dude! You guys are the SWAT Kats! Sweet..."
     "Shasta, go back inside. I'll talk to you later." Chance looked at Jake.
"Sorry, Raze."
     Razor just grunted and climbed into the jet. "There's a riot on 6th and
Rhye. Huge group calling themselves the Angry Scorpios."
     "Oo...rebellious," Chance sighed sarcastically and then the canopy slid
closed. The hangar doors moved open and the jet flared to life, shooting down the
runway and out, the doors closing behind.
     "Woah...My own brother, you'd think I would know..." She shook her head
and looked around. "Well, he's insane if he thinks I'm just gonna hang around
here..." She chuckled menacingly. "He's gonna kill me for this."

     Downtown was mayhem, 6th street flooded with young teenkats with
anarchy shirts and torches.
     T-Bone surveyed the scene. "How did this get started?"
     Felina Feral came over the radio. "Hey, SWAT Kats. Glad you could join
us. We probably won't need any fancy flying, but your cement slugs and net missile
things may come in handy."
     The SWATs moved to land on the roof of an apartment building. 
     "What exactly started this?" Razor asked.
     "A radio broadcast. A group called the Scorpios ran a night-time radio
show, and, apparently, they've been planning this little insurgence for a while
now."
     "Lovely." 
     Razor and T-Bone hopped out of the jet. They looked down at the crowd.
The teenkats ran rampant through the street, breaking windows, stealing things,
smashing things, lighting things on fire.
     "Rioting mob!" Commander Ulysses Feral announced from his chopper.
"Halt your activities or we will have to take you by force."
     "Up yours, Feral!" a teenkat yelled. 
     The group laughed, and so did T-Bone, but Razor glared at him, and so
T-Bone began rappelling down the side. They were stationed relatively at the back
of the group, where only a few teenkats were.
     "Hey, the SWAT Kats", one said. 
     T-Bone, being the first down, braced himself for an attack, but the teenkat
cheered. 
     "Hey, the SWAT Kats have come to march with us!"
     "What?"
     "You're one of the leaders of our revolution! You rebel against the system,
man! You show those Enforcers!"
     "We fight crime!"
     Razor dropped to land beside T-Bone. "Don't tell me we're their idols..."
     The entire mob began to turn around, coming toward the SWAT Kats. 
     "Hey, look, it's a chick SWAT Kat!" one yelled. 
     T-Bone looked at Razor, but before he could say anything insulting, he
heard an engine. The SWAT Kats turned around to see, sure enough, a chick
SWAT Kat. 
     T-Bone could tell it was Shasta, in one of Razor's old uniforms, on a
prototype of the MegaCyclotron.
     Razor looked up at T-Bone. "I'm gonna KILL HER!" He ran toward
Shasta. Luckily, the mob was mostly distracted by a series of nettings by the
Enforcers.
     Razor came up to Shasta just as she was getting off the bike.
     "THAT'S A BRAND NEW BIKE!"
     "Yeah. It's really nice." She smiled from under her mask. The uniform was
a little short and tight around the bust and hips. She was also wearing an old
glovatrix. It was out of date, but in working order.
     Shasta brushed past Razor, and yelled at the mob.
     "Hey, losers! Cut it the hell out!"
     About twenty teens turned toward her. Shasta noticed some weren't much
younger than her, and some may even have been older.
     "Female SWAT Kat! What's your name?"
     "Er..um...StarCat!" She struck a pose.
     "StarCat is our goddess!"
     "Who-do-what-now?"
     "Ask what you wish!"
     "Well, um...cut out all this rioting stuff!"
     "But, the Scorpios..."
     Suddenly, a huge black jet came overhead. 
     Razor sighed.  "What now?"
     It came more into view, and he could see it was Dark Kat's jet.
     "Oh. Lovely." 
     Two black kats dressed in anarchy shirts and cloaks, carrying torches came
forward.
     "Listen! The SWAT Kats are part of the system! They want you to
conform!"
     "No conforming!" came a cry from somewhere in the crowd, and they
agreed. 
     "RIGHT!"
     "Attack the SWAT Kats."
     "Uh oh."
     StarCat took a wider stance and pushed a button on the glovatrix. A small
laser blast shot out.
     "Argh! My eye!" a kat screamed.
     "Sorry..." StarCat looked at the glovatrix.
     "It's the button in the middle, but you only have four nets. The button in
the palm fires tear gas, but use it _sparingly_!" Razor yelled, diving at the crowd. 
     StarCat shrugged. 
     Behind them, an Enforcer troop came running in, firing into the crowd.
StarCat joined in, jumping somewhere in the center of the three hundred.
     "Yaaa!"

     "Shasta, what were you _thinking_?" Chance rubbed his forehead tiredly. It
was about five in the morning, and he, Jake, and Shasta were sitting around the
circular kitchen table.
     "I was thinking I wanted to help!"
     "This is a big deal! This isn't like one of your little adventures."
     "Hey! I've gotten into some serious stuff, okay?"
     Chance looked horrified at her. "Like what?"
     Shasta flicked an ear, stepping around the subject. "It's not important right
now."
     Chance decided they would talk about that later. "What made you think it
was okay?"
     "So it's fine for you to be a vigilante, but it's wrong for me?!"
     "YES!"
     Jake spoke up. "Shasta, we're professionals."
     "But, you started out rookies."
     "True. But, we were in simulations and training before we faced the serious
stuff. Last night was dangerous because of the numbers of the people. Dark Kat
and his new friends could have tried something, too. You didn't even know how to
use the glovatrix! And look, you got injured." He brushed a long strand of blonde
bangs from her swelled eyebrow.
     "I want to be a SWAT Kat," she pouted.
     "No. It's too dangerous," Chance growled.
     "Chance, maybe we could start training her and-"
     "No."
     "Listen to me! We could start training her and see how she likes it,
alright?"
     Shasta grinned at Chance, and Jake raised an eyebrow at him.
     "I'll think about it."