The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Tue Aug 21, 2018 10:43 pm

The converted Gray Taylor had been confined to one of the glass-doored cells in the top secret lab. The giant scorpion was in another, snapping its claws angrily. Gray snarled and thrashed uselessly against the glass. Watching him sadly was Dr. Belljar, who had his shoes and socks back on. Standing beside him along with a few Enforcer commandos was the Enforcer's biochemist, Dr. Konway, his face a mask of professional detachment as he observed the imprisoned Enforcer, hands stuffed into his lab coat pockets.

"You were right to call me down here," Konway said to Belljar.

"The scorpion is easily returned to normal with anti-mutagens," replied Bellhar, sparing the enormous arachnid a glance, before returning his attention to Gray. "But it seems, sadly, that I've done all I can for the victims of the Ci-Kat-A here at Megakat Biochemical..."

Konway smiled and laid a sympathetic hand on his colleague's shoulder. "You did your best. Now it's time for the Enforcers' bio-tech division to take over." Grimly, he added, "After all, this time, it's one of our own."

"I understand, Sam," replied Belljar. "And thank you."

He looked in on Gray, who licked the glass. A shudder ran through Belljar.

"I'll supervise his transfer immediately," said Konway, turning and nodding to the commandos accompanying him.

Standing nearby was Callie Briggs. She was leaning against the wall. Her skirt was still torn, but she had one high hell back on and was in the process of struggling into the other as she talked with Ann Gora. Her cameraman, Jonny K., was downstairs in the lobby nursing a goose egg on his forehead with the help of an ice pack and Al the chopper pilot.

"It was the strangest thing ever," Ann was saying, clearly sounding spooked. "I mean, I remember Harley Street could be a little flirtatious when he was normal, but..."

She trailed off uncertainly.

"Believe me, Ann," Callie said as she finished getting her shoe on, "I know what it's like having a crazy villain creep on your like that." Apparently attracting weirdos ran it the Briggs family. She remembered looking up her ancestor, Queen Callista, after the Pastmaster kept calling her that. The resemblance had been uncanny... right down to the insane little gnome's obsessive quest to marry her.

"Well, I think after that, a good lie-down on my sofa at home is in order," Ann said, exhaling. "I'll see you later, Callie."

The said their goodbyes and Ann walked out. A broad-shouldered Enforcer sergeant she often saw accompanying Commander Feral walked in with her purse. Talon, Callie thought his name was.

"There you are, Deputy Mayor," he said. He held the purse out to her.

"Thank you, Sergeant," Callie said, taking it. She dug around inside and was distressed to find the communicator missing. "Sergeant?"

Turning to go, Sergeant Talon paused. "Yes, Ms. Briggs?"

"Is this..." she trailed off, choosing her words carefully, "...all that was in the purse? And around it on the floor, I mean?"

The Sergeant raised an eyebrow. He seemed confused by the question. "Um, well, yes, Ms. Briggs. I gathered everything up and put it in the purse." Concerned, he asked, "Is anything missing?"

"No. Well, I mean, yes, but..."

Talon smiled. "I'll have my men search this floor a little more thoroughly."

"No, that won't be necessary, Sergeant," Callie said, blushing a little. "It isn't important." Liar, she mentally kicked herself. "But if you do see it, it's a makeup compact. Kind of triangle-shaped." She made a triangle shape with her hands.

Sergeant Talon nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Something like this?" asked a deep voice from the hall.

They turned. Commander Feral's enormous frame filled the doorway. In one huge hand, he held the communicator. One of his fingers was dangerously near the button in the middle. Callie held her breath. Feral turned the object over in his hand as one would a silver dollar, then smiled and held it out to Callie.

"I found it over by a potted plant in the hall," he explained. "I hope it's what you're looking for, Ms. Briggs," he added.

Callie managed to take the communicator from him without her hand shaking. Did Feral know? No. If he did, he'd be arresting her right now, or at least dropping some very unsubtle hints that his long unvoiced suspicions about her collaboration with the SWAT Kats had been confirmed. Instead, the Commander's smile and his concern for Callie's personal belongings seemed completely genuine. Reassured, Callie smiled back, nodding her gratitude to the taller kat.

"Thank you very much, Commander," she said.

Feral nodded and immediately returned to gruff Enforcer mode, as he exited the lab, followed by Talon. In the hallway, he encountered his niece, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She hadn't wanted to go into the lab where the rookie she'd been given charge off was currently imprisoned and slobbering all over the glass door of his cell. Feral didn't blame her, and, as she opened her mouth to say something, he cut her off, doing his best to reassure her in his own gruff manner.

"It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant. Corporal Taylor should've obeyed your orders and remained in the vehicle."

Felina closed her mouth. It was true. And yet... Gray had nevertheless been her responsibility. "I just can't help but feel responsible..." she admitted after a moment's silence.

"As his commanding officer, that's entirely understandable." Warm sympathy flowed from Feral's words. His surrounding subordinates were seeing a gentler side of their Commander that usually only Felina saw when the two were off duty. Turning serious again, Feral started to say, "But at the end of the day--"

A walkie-talkie attached to Sergeant Talon's belt squawked. He unclipped it. "Talon here," he said into it.

Feral and Felina heard indistinct chatter on the other end. Sergeant Talon's eyes widened and he turned to his two superiors.

"Commander, we need to get down to Headquarters. There's an... interesting situation developing."

"Well?" Feral asked. "What is it?"

"It's Dr. Viper sir," Talon said flatly, his face a mask of detached professionalism once again after he'd recovered from his initial surprise. "Apparently he wants to surrender himself."

~*~

In the Dead Forest, the ground rumbled, sending ripples through the scummy water. Scrawny-looking swamp birds screeched and took off. Alligators hissed in annoyance, slithering away. The source of the tremor was Dr. Viper's lair. The towering tree quaked ominously. From the root-entangled base there was a sudden eruption as a group of giant mutated grub worms burst forth through the rotten, moss-covered bark surface, creations of Dr. Street utilizing the mixture of Super-Katalyst 666 and other chemicals mixed for him by his former accomplice Viper to mutate some swamp vermin.

They were about fifty feet long in length, pale white, covered sickening-looking pustules. Their heads were tiny in comparison to their big, sluglike bodies, their most noticeable facial features being big, Ci-Kat-A-like green compound eyes and their mouths, which consisted of thin, spoutlike proboscises surrounded and protected by big serrated mandibles like those of an ant. The eyes were a clear sign that they were under Ci-Kat-A control... more specifically Dr. Harley Street's control. Or at least the creature who had once been Harley Srteet.

They dragged their heaving, pulsing bulks along through the mucky, muddy water using four thickly-muscled black jointed legs ending in wickedly-clawed hands with opposable thumbs, and headed off through the Dead Forest towards the more lush and verdant expanse of Megakat Swamp... and the very distant skyline of Megakat City several miles outside of the swamp, just visible in the polluted, misty haze.

Following after them, making sickly buzzing sounds, were the three "Venus Trap Flies" Viper had unintentionally created earlier. A very satisfied-looking Dr. Street walked out of the big hole the worms had created. In one hand he held a stoppered flask of the mixture Viper had unwittingly created for him, the vile brew he'd used to create the big grubs. Behind, his ten companions lingered excitedly.

Murdoch convulsed and stepped forward a bit, bending over, and with a "rrrrrip," alien bug wings sprouted through the black of his prison-issue shirt. The pointed tips of mandibles had already begun to emerge from the corners of the former convict's mouth. Street nodded in approval.

"Now begins a new dawn for us," Street said.

He addressed nine of the other ten Ci-Kat-A and pointed after the departing grubs.

"Go! Accompany them! Find the greatest concentration of pitiful Earth vermin and wreak havoc!"

There were affirmative buzzes. The Ci-Kat-A took off, rushing off after the grubs and Venus Trap Flies. Once again, those capable of flight carried those who couldn't yet.

Street turned to Murdoch. "You'll accompany me now that you can fly. While they keep the Enforcers and the SWAT Kats preoccupied, you and I will pursue our TRUE objective."

Street flew off. Murdoch flapped his new wings a few times, then flew off after his leader.

"I'm ready for our 'private interview,' Ms. Gora!" Street said, giving a buzzing cackle.

~*~

A line of Enforcer cruisers, with Feral's in the lead, pulled around the corner. Following them was an ambulance carrying Gray Taylor strapped to a gurney inside. The convoy stopped at a most unusual sight. Commandos in front of Enforcer Headquarters surrounded Dr. Viper and that half-kat, half-mushroom creature of his, who'd emerged from the sewer in front of the building. The open manhole cover was visible behind them. Viper had his arms raised, palms turned towards the sky in a gesture of surrender.

Commander Feral and Felina got out of the lead car and walked over. "What's going on here?" Feral demanded.

The lead commando turned and tried to explain things. "I dunno, sir! He and that... that thing of his just popped out of the sewer suddenly!"

"And...?" Feral asked.

"And that's it," said the commando with a shrug. "They haven't moved since--"

Seeing Feral, Viper turned. "Commander Feral!" he called, cutting the lead commando off. His sudden movement made all the Enforcers surrounding him and the mushroom monster jump back. "I have to ssspeak with you!"

"The only thing I'm willing to discuss with you, Viper, is which prison cell you'll find most accommodating before the D.A. can set your trial date!" Feral said, reaching inside his greatcoat and pulling his laser pistol.

"Wait!" Viper pleaded, sounding uncharacteristically desperate. "It'sss very important! It'sss about the fate of everyone in Megakat City! Including me!"

Feral blinked, looking at Felina, then turned back to Viper.

"All right, scuzz bucket," he said finally. "I'm listening. But I warn you. No tricks." He leveled the blaster right between the mutated scientist's eyes. "Or I'll shoot you where you stand."

Viper simply smirked.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by TREKKER77 » Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:33 am

Just love this story.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:47 am

Thanks. As usual, though, most of the credit goes to Glenn Leopold's original outline for inspiring it, and to Lady Stormcrow who was a big, big help in plotting it out with me on Discord. I'm glad you like it. ViperSMile
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Wed Aug 22, 2018 8:48 am

Manx Municipal Park was bustling activity that warm, sunny day. Picnicning families lay on blankets and ate food. Cyclists pedaled along the bike paths that wound through the park's sparsely-forested landscape. The enormous statue of Mayor Manx had some graffiti sprayed on its base, but overall the park named after him seemed to be in generally good condition considering how poorly its grand opening had gone a year earlier.

Among the parkgoers were Chance and Jake. They'd driven to the park and already had their skates on, skating around over near their statue, although their mood was generally gloomy. The promise rematch hadn't even happened. And Burke and Murray hadn't showed up, although perhaps that was a good thing.

"Tough luck about that new Enforcer guy," Chance was saying, "what was his name?"

"Taylor," Jake reminded him.

"Yeah, Taylor," Chance remembered now. Corporal Taylor. Poor guy. "As if we needed any more reason to hate those nasty bugs..."

He shuddered at the thought, rubbing where he himself had been bitten, grateful that the converted guard hadn't been far enough along in his transformation to have done to him what had been done to Taylor. The thought of losing his sense of self and being mind-controlled while his body inexorably changed into an alien bug filled him dread. He really, really hated the Ci-Kat-A.

"I just wish we knew where they went."

Jake skated in a circle around Chance.

"Relax, buddy," he said, trying to sound optimistic. "Street's bound to surface again sometime soon. Whatever he and his bug-eyed crew have planned with that katalyst they took, we'll stop 'em. We just gotta wait for 'em to act. Until then, we can't just rush off trying to look for 'em because we don't have the slightest clue where to begin."

He smiled.

"So just enjoy some time off for a change, will ya? Beautiful day, fresh air, lovely scenery..." He trailed off, eyeing the Manx statue. "...well, mostly."

He chuckled.

"Hey guys!" yelled Murray from nearby.

Jake halted beside Chance and they watched as Burke and Murray Schlepper came walking up. Both of them were carrying rollerskates. Chance grumbled, but Jake wordlessly urged his friend with a pay on the shoulder to be civil. Burke and Murray put on their rollerskates and proved to be surprisingly graceful skaters despite their odd proportions, bulk (especially in Burke's case) and general seeming clumsiness.

Clearly enjoying themselves, the brothers made a point of showing off. Murray wore a Walkman, through which what Chance and Jake thought was the Nutcracker Suite could be heard tinnily as Murray pirouted about. Chance shook his head. Jake just chuckled. The fact the Schlepper Brothers had warmed enough to them over the last year to be considered something resembling friends frankly amazed him. It wasn't so long ago these two spent every waking moment of their lives trying to pick fights with Chance and Jake and generally making their lives miserable. Now they were skating with them at the park. How times change, thought Jake.

Mayor Manx's long white limousine pulled into the park. One of the tinted black windows rolled down and Manx leaned out, waving to the uncaring public, who mostly ignored him. The limo parked near the state. The uniformed chauffeur got out and went to open the back door, but it flew open. He jumped back as Manx got out in his golfing clothes, nine iron in one hand, crumpled speech notes in Callie Briggs' handwriting in the other.

"Come, Callie!" Manx said, excited. "I want to get this wretched speech over with so I make my tee time!"

He ran off towards the base of the statue. Callie, getting out after him, briefcase in hand, sighed and exchanged tired looks with the chauffeur, who merely shook his head and shut the door. They watched Manx beginning to deliver a speech about progress and low crime rates to no one in particular. Noticing Chance and Jake, Callie smiled and walked over.

"Well, if it isn't my two favorite auto mechanics."

"Hi, Callie," said Jake.

"Nice to see you two out and about," said Callie, who rarely interacted with the pair outside of the garage, or so she thought. "What's the occasion? Or is it just for fun?"

"Yeah, that and, uh..."

Chance skated past behind him. "We needed a break from mindsucking stupidity, but it followed us."

Callie glanced at Burke and Murray. She wasn't too familiar with them, but she was aware there'd been tension between them and Chance and Jake in the past. "I see. Well, you know the old saying. You can't pick your friends."

At that, she again looks over at a wildly gesticulating Manx, still droning on and being ignored by the parkgoers. Suddenly a punk on skates shot past and grabbed Callie's purse.

"Hey!" she yelled.

Chance and Jake immediately moved to pursue him. "Don't you worry, Callie! We'll catch this guy!"

Before they could move, Callie, gripping the handle of her briefcase tightly, turned and flung it after the retreating thief. It hit him in the small of his back, sending him sprawling. With a yelp, he crashed to the ground, and the contents of Callie's purse scattered all over the cement. A few bystanders gasped and then applauded, including Burke and Murray.

A little numbly, Chance and Jake went and helped Callie pick up the dropped items from her purse. She smiled. "Thanks, guys

"Don't mention it," said Jake "Say, that was pretty impressive, Callie."

"Seld-defense classes," she said with a smile. "The SWAT Kats can't be everywhere at once, after all."

Chance got up and skated over to where the mugger was lying. Finishing, Callie stood and gave her purse a little shake, all the items rustling inside, and she gave it a little pat with a smile. Meanwhile, Chance grabbed the dazed mugger and yanked him to his feet, dragging him over, the criminal's shirt collar in one hand, Callie's briefcase in the other.

"Here ya go," he said, handing her the briefcase. To the mugger, he said "Now say you're sorry and be a good boy and sit and wait for the Enforcers."

He gave the crook a rough shake.

"S-Sorry," the mugger said, wincing.

Suddenly, the ground trembled. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around in confusion. Birds flew screeching in a wild panic from the trees.

"It must be some kind of earthquake!" cried Jake.

The ground split open, and the giant grub worms created by Dr. Street erupted up into view, sending chunks of earth and concrete flying in all directions. They bellowed angrily, emittung a gurgling hiss, drooling slime hideously from their probscises. People began screaming and running away.

Numbly, standing and watching openmouthed, Chance released his hold on the terrified mugger, allowing him to skate away to safety. He hurriedly disappeared into the anonymity of the fleeing crowds.

Murray screamed. "Yaaahhh! Let's get outta here!"

Burke grabbed his smaller sibling, slinging Murray onto his back, and began skating away.

"Aw, man, can't we just have one nice day without anything bad happening?" complained Chance.

Noticing the fleeing Burke and Murray, Jake said, "They've got the right idea! Come on, Callie!" He scooped an unresisting Callie into his arms.

Nearby, Manx screamed as one of the worms slithered over towards him. "Godfrey!"

He and his chauffeur ran to the limo, the chauffeur opening the front door, Manx opening the back, but before they could get in, the worm's path towards them took it into direct contact with the statue. Bonk! It slammed into it. Manx stood half in, half out of the car, watching in wide-eyed terror as the enormous stone version of himself with its insufferably smug grin came teetering down towards him. A quick-thinking Chance skated over and grabbed Manx, pulling him to safety by the collar. He turned to do the same for the chauffeur, but he'd already leaped free as the statue landed on the limo, crushing it.

The grub worm bellowed and bents towards them, the spoutlike proboscis widening a bit like a funnel, as though to swallow them whole. Instead, it sprayed a torrent of acidic slime!

Chance, it turned out, had worn the Turbo Rollerblades after all. He'd intended on cheating again in the rematch that never ended up happening, but he realized it was a good thing he had them. He activated the rocket boosters. Little jets of fire shot out from his heels, propelling him forward with Manx in his arms. In motion, he hoisted Manx onto his back, the terrified Mayor releasing his precious golf club so that he can hold onto Chance's back with one hand and grab his hairpiece with the other; his golfing cap flies off, and the toupee would've joined it, but Manx, skilled at saving what little dignity he had in these kinds of situations, managed to snatch it out of the air just in time.

The two shot off just as the acid spewed forth by the monstrous worm hits the ground. The puddle hisses and bubbles and began to melt through the concrete. Manx screamed. The chauffeur got up and ran off in another direction.

Nearby, Callie was being carried by Jake. Both of them took notice of the Turbo Rollerblades, but for different reasons. Jake was simultaneously annoyed and relieved that his friend brought them even though he swore he wouldn't, while Callie was confused, wondering why on Earth Chance would have rocket-powered rollerblades. Although there were more pressing things to worry about right now, like the giant grub worm slithering determinedly after them, hissing, she had noticed it nevertheless. She clung as Jake skated around bushes, park benches and other obstacles, struggling desperately to put some distance between them and their wormy pursuer, which sprayed a firehose-like torrent of its greenish acidic glop, just missing them, splattering the ground with the hideous liquid.

It reoriented itself and spat another blast, which Jake just barely dodged. The slime splattered all over a bench, a hot dog vendor's cart and a sundial, causing them to hiss, bubble and pop, melting into puddles like heated candle wax.

Running perpendicular to them, Chance noticed their plight, and with a whoosh, he skated over, making a beeline for the worm that was trying to get them, shouting a taunt at the one chasing him and Manx in the process.

"Come on, ugly! Come and get me!"

Enraged, the worm redoubled its efforts and started undulating his bloated body faster in an effort to catch them. The one chasing Jake and Callie was oblivious to this. Chance shot underneath its raised chin, momentarily confusing it, and them wham! The worm that'd been pursuing him smashed into its companion and both were sent reeling into the grassy knoll, smashing into a gazebo, splintering it into matchwood.

Safely out of their reach, Jake breathed a sigh of relief. Chance deactivated the rockets on the Turbo Rollerblades and skated normally alongside his friend, offering a sheepish grin. Jake just shook his head.

Upon reaching what they figurd was a safe distance, the two set Callie and Manx down. "You guys stay here! We'll go get help!" Jake said.

"But--" protested Callie.

Before she could finish, the two skated off, heading towards where they'd parked the tow truck, thankfully parked out of Callie and Manx's line of sight. They opened the doors, and rummaging inside, pulled two parcels from underneath the seats containing emergency SWAT Kat suits and Glovatrixes. They'd been caught without the Turbokat before and had since taken to carrying emergency equipment stowed in the truck just for situations like this.

"I wish we had the Turbokat!" complained Chance as he changed clothes.

"Beggars can't be choosers!" said Jake as he likewise started taking off his civilian clothing. "Hurry and get dressed! Those worm things are slow, but Callie and Manx won't be safe where we left them for too long!"

They hurriedly changed, becoming T-Bone and Razor once more.

"Let's rid this park of these overgrown pests!" T-Bone said.

Rushing forward, he aimed up at one of the grubs with his Glovatrix.

"Launching Mini-Matchhead Missiles!"

Fwoosh! The missile flew up and splatted into the worm's ugly face. It shrieked in agony as its soft flesh was set alight, its entire head aflame.

As its screaming rose in pitch and becames unbearable, a wincing T-Bone readied his Glovatrix again. "Time to put this poor ugly thing outta its misery!" He aimed at it. "So long, big guy! So long, big guy! Launching Mini-Turboblades!"

The Turboblades shot out and sailed true, hitting the worm's soft underbelly, piercing it easily. They passed through its thick body and erupted out of his back, neatly slicing the enormous monster into three sections. The middle section thudded to the ground, lifeless, as did the head, the life draining out of its face, a mixture of greenish, bloodlike goo, acid and saliva drooling from the limp proboscis, a death rattle gurgling out, while the lower half continued twitching and flailing, spraying green slime in all directions, as though unaware the upper two portions it'd been separated from had died.

T-Bone gave the dead monster a little salute. "Rest in pieces, pal!"

~*~

At Enforcer Headquarters, the mushroom monster was out front, still surrounded by commandos. Dr. Viper had gone inside in the meantime. The assembled Enforcers were clearly nervous. The monster glared at them with narrowed eyes. Hearing the rackety whir of rotor blades, the commandos looked up. High above, they saw a squadron of Enforcers taking off from the elevated runway and flying away. While they were thus preoccupied, the mushroom monster turned and eyed the still open manhole he and Viper had used when they arrived. He inched toward it.

Suddenly, a commando noticed him. "Hey!"

The mushroom monster's eyes widened, and right as the Enforcers took aim at him with their laser rifles, he liquefied himself, collapsing into his sentient puddle form, and promptly oozed swiftly across the asphalt and into the manhole, disappearing from sight even as the startled commandos opened fire.

A few ran to the open sewer and aimed their guns in after him, but were stopped by their leader. "Hold your fire! He's gone!"

The Commander wasn't going to like learning they'd let Viper's monster sidekick escape, thought the lead commando.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Wed Aug 22, 2018 12:48 pm

Back at Manx Park, Razor was fighting another worm. He readied his Glovatrix, aiming into its proboscis, which widened as it prepared to shower him in acid.

"Launch Mini-Piranha Missile!"

The missile shot forth, the tip splitting off to reveal working serrated mandibles which opened and closed, making metallic "chomping" noises.

The little projectile flew into the funneled opening of the proboscis and made an unpleasant, somewhat obscenely cartoonish bulge as it travelled right down the protruding appendage - and promptly got stuck! There was a pitiful little whirring noise signifying that upon becoming stuck, the Piranha's metal jaws had stopped working.

Razor blinked, taking a step back. "Aw, crud...!"

The worm's brows knitted in fury and it shook its head back and forth wildly in an attempt to dislodge the missile, then stopped, glared down at Razor, and reared back, preparing to spit acid at him, throat bulging and swelling. Splorch! The acid hit the Piranha Missile inside the tube, and, although it did actually begin melting it, it isn't quick enough.

Razor watched in disgusted horror as the worm's face bulged outward like an inflating balloon and then popped, shooting torrents of the corrosive glop every which way. Some of it headed for him, but he deploys the expanding shield from his Glovatrix, using it to protect himself as he ducked behind it. The acid splatted the shield, where it hissed and fizzed, but thankfully didn;t melt it.

After a moment, Razor peaked over the top of the shield. He saw the headless body of the giant worm lying on the ground a few feet away, surrounded by several bubbling puddles of acid. Smirking, he lowered the shield completely and it retracted back into its compartment in the Glovatrix.

"Thank goodness for acid-proof shields!" he said.

"Good job, buddy!" T-Bone congratulated him. He looked at the third mutated worm slithering its way across the park. "Two down, one to--"

He stopped short as he heard a sickly, insectlike buzzing noise, and then he and Razor turned towards the big hole in the ground the three monsters erupted from. The five Ci-Kat-A drones and a trio of winged Venus' flytrap-like abominations - the "Venus Trap Flies" - came flying out like a swarm of locists, followed by the three converted convicts and the Megakat Labs security guard, Steven.

"Spoke too soon, buddy!" Razor said. "Looks like our fan club is here for a visit!"

The SWAT Kats and their foes clashed! The two vigilantes focus primarily on the fully transformed Ci-Kat-A drones, the five created from the MASA guards and released from captivity, because they were the ones whose bite could convert more kats - including them if they weren't careful! T-Bone fired some Mini Tarpedoes from his Glovatrix, hitting the first drone in the face. He flew down awkwardly and landed, struggling to wipe the drippy black glop from his face.

"Hi-yah!" Razor leaped in and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him down, where he lay on his back and flailed.

A Venus Trap Fly swooped down at Razor, and he ducked, allowing it to smack into another Ci-Kat-A - the one with the mustache. Whirling, fired a miniature "plain old missile," which hit the winged insectoid-plant abomination, splattering it all over the Ci-Kat-A. The mustached former guard wiped the bug guts off of himself and, with a hissing rasp, launched himself at Razor, trying to bite him. He and Razor rolled around on the ground.

Meanwhile, T-Bone was going hand to hand. He punched Steven in the face, then grabbed his arm, flipping himself over backwards, sending the converted guard flying. Steven smacked into the Ci-Kat-A who had the tar all over his face, bowling him and the convict with the scar over.

He turned and finds himself attacked by one of the bug-eyed convicts, who grabbed a bolted down park bench, lifting it with superhuman effort, muscles straining as he tore it loose. Growling, he swung it at T-Bone. The burly SWAT Kat leaped back, and was seized from behind by another drone, whose salivating mandibles prepared to sink into his neck.

But T-Bone was inadvertently saved when the convict, yelling, swung the bench again. Right as he did so, T-Bone fell to his hands and knees with the drone on his back. The bench smacked the ex-MASA guard off of the SWAT Kat's back, and then T-Bone leaped up and swung one leg, sweeping the convict's feet out from under him. The convict dropped the bench and hit the ground. T-Bone leaped onto him and brought his elbow down hard on his head, knocking him unconscious.

Whirling as the drone got up, he launched a Bola Missile, which handily tied the flailing kat-insect to the trunk of a nearby tree. "Ha! Gotcha!" he cried, smirking. "Stick around, ugly!"

"T-Bone!" Razor yelled.

T-Bone turned and saw Razor still struggling with the mustached Ci-Kat-A. Assuming a firing stance, he fired another Bola Missile, which snagged the transformed kat, knocking him off of Razor. He flailed around, tied up. Razor got up and a single punch rendered the tied up Ci-Kat-A unconscious, and then he and T-Bone high-fived one another.

"Good teamwork!"

The heard more sickly buzzing, and more Venus Trap Flies swooped down at them. Suddenly, high-powered laser fire ripped in, shredding the insect-plants into lumpy, sticky glop, and the SWAT Kats turned to see a squadron of Enforcer choppers flying in. They began saturating the park with smoke bombs to confused the Ci-Kat-A and Venus Trap Flies, some of whom fell flailing to the ground, coughing and sputtering like bugs who'd been sprayed with insecticide.

"Looks like the cavalry got here just in time for once," said T-Bone, giving a thumbs up to the choppers as they went by overheard, he and Razor putting their oxygen masks on to breathe more easily in the smoke.

Nearby, Callie Briggs was racing headlong across the grass. Mayor Manx's chauffeur was running ahead of her, while a huffing and puffing Manx brought up the rear, holding on to his toupee, sweat stains visible under the arms of his golf sweater. The third giant grub worm was doggedly pursuing them. One of the choppers hovered above and a rescue ladder was dropped. The chauffeur reached it first and scrambled up, followed quickly by Callie.

She turned and yelled at the panting and sweating Manx, who had fallen dangerously behind. "Mayor, come on!"

"I ca... n't..." wheezed Manx. "C-Callie, go on without me... I'm done for!"

Spluttering like a deflating whooppee cushion, the exhausted Mayor fell down, grabbing one of the lower rungs. Callie reached down and pulled him up by the arm, straining with the effort, wishing Manx would go on a diet. Turning, Manx saw the giant worm approaching, shrieked, and began climbing so fast he almost overtook Callie. To avoid being knocked off by his flailing, Callie was forced to release Manx's sleeve and climb up faster.

The chopper began lifting higher now that Manx was on. The worm's acid-dripping mandibles grabbed the end of the dangling ladder, a few rungs below Manx's golf cleats. It yanked, attempting to jerk the entire chopper down from the sky. On the ladder, Callie, Manx and the chauffeur all screamed as they were whipped around wildly, the chopper straining, its engine audibly whining with the effort. Inside, Commander Feral strained at the controls.

Suddenly the acid ate through the section of the ladder the worm was biting onto, and it snapped loose of its own accord. The three kats held on as the chopper jerked free and climbs higher, avoiding a torrent of the corrosive liquid sprayed after it in impotent anger. Once the aircraft was steady, the chauffeur got safely aboard, followed by Callie and finally a thoroughly worn out Manx.

Feral swooped around, firing at the giant worm. It roared and sprays more acid at him. Feral yanked at the controls, dodging, causing the chopper to yaw and pitch uncontrollably. Callie and the chauffeur cried out as they were flung to one side. They steadied themselves with one hand on the wall.

Manx, yelping, grabbed at the back of Feral's seat. "Feral, fly this thing steady!" he demanded.

"Mr. Mayor, that's difficult when giant monsters are attacking!" Commander Feral snapped back, continuing to wrestle with the controls.

Callie was a little more appreciative. "Thank goodness you got here, Commander!" she said, relieved.

"Don't worry, Ms. Briggs," said Feral confidently. "The Enforcers can take care of that hideous monster!"

He lowered his targeting visor and fired, sending a missile which hit the monster dead center, exploding it violently into thick mushy goo. Some of it splattered the windshield. Feral righted the aircraft, steadying it, and Manx's eyes roll back into his head at the sight of all the viscera oozing down the windshield.

His chauffeur, sensing he was about to faint, moved to catch him. "It's okay, sir!" he said. "I've got you! Fall into my arms!"

But Manx was too heavy and simply slipped through the chauffeur's arms and thudded to the floor of the cargo bay. Thunk!

Outside, another Enforcer chopper, piloted by King, landed near the SWAT Kats, and Felina Feral and a group of Enforcer commandos leaped out.. including none other than Gray Taylor! To T-Bone and Razor's surprise, the Enforcer rookie was back to normal. And he looked mad!

Although some of the Enforcers were armed with their standard laser rifles, a majority were packing unusual weapons - single shot gas-propelled dart guns. They ran up and took positions on either side of the SWAT Kats, loaded their weapons with feathered darts filled with a kind of greenish iquid. T-Bone and Razor looked confused.

"How come you're back to normal?" Razor asked Gray Taylor.

"No time for that!" replied the rookie.

"What's that stuff, Lieutenant?" asked T-Bone, indicating the liquid in the darts.

"Watch and see!" Felina replied with a smirk.

Snapping the dart compartment of her weapon shut with a click, Felina took aim at one of the onrushing converted convicts. With a soft hiss of expelled gas, she fired a dart of the green liquid, which stuck into the con's chest. He was flung back. With a yell of pain, he flopped around on the ground, eyes squeezed shut, and T-Bone and Razor watched in amazement as he reverted to normal. His wriggling ceased, and, with a gasp, he opened his eyes to reveal that they were normal feline eyes again. His conversion had been reversed by whatever it was Felina just injected into him.

Steven got up and rushed at them. "Look out!" Felina cried.

Beside her, Gray whirled and fires. The dart hit the bug-eyed security guard in the neck. He plucked it out, but then fell to the ground, contorting in agony, and they watched as his green compound eyes slowly transformed back into his original kat ones. Rising, he looked extraordinarily confused. He and the once again normal con were quickly overtaken by the commandos, who escorted them to the waiting chopper.

"I don't believe it!" cried Razor. "You found a way to reverse the effects of the bite!"

"Let's see if it'll work on these guys," Gray said, pointing to the drone who was tied to the tree.

Snarling, he flexed his sticklike arms with surprising strength and snapped the bonds of the Bola Missile, and hopped down, rushing at the group with clawed hands outstretched. Slipping a dart into the chamber of his weapon, Gray snapped it shut, aimed and fired. The dart imbedded itself into the segmented underbelly.

The Ci-Kat-A promptly backed up, emitting a shrill shriek of pain. The sound of crunching bones and squishing organs filled the air as he began to slowly and painfully transform back into an ordinary kat. His wings and segmented body parts disappeared, arms and legs thickening, becoming more muscular, antennae receding into his forehead, his mouth slowly changing shape, the mandibles retracting into nonexistence, and, as he underwent this change, his voice became less and less monstrous until it became an ordinary feline moan, and then the now perfectly normal, albeit naked, kat fell to his hands and knees, head bowed, shaking and panting.

"It's a miracle...!" said Razor. There was no other word for it.

The MASA guard, returned to normal, slowly raised his head, blinking his eyes. "Ahh..." he moaned. "Wh-where am I?"

"Safe," said Felina, motioning to her commandos, who got a blanket to drape over the guard's naked body. He was led to the chopper.

Grimly, she turned and fired a dart into the mustached Ci-Kat-A with the same results. She smiled as he to reverted back to his original self, naked, and looked extremely confused about where he was and what has happened to him. He had only a vague and foggy memory of Dr. Street wearing sunglasses and wanting to show him a "surprise." He too was given a blanket and helped into the chopper.

Throughout the park, teams of Enforcers were exiting from their landed aircraft and using the dart guns to shoot both the convicts and MASA guards, repeating the process, whittling the Ci-Kat-A army down to nothing methodically. Soon, every single converted kat would be restored to normal. As for the Venus Trap Flies, they were dealt with using regular firearms, blasted apart with well-aimed laser shots.

Feral's chopper circled the park and finally landed near where the SWAT Kats and Felina were standing. The engine cut out and the rotor blades begin winding down as Callie hopped out and ran to where the SWAT Kats are, embracing them.

"Boy am I glad that's over!" she said.

But Razor was apprehensive. "Something tells me that wasn't the end of it. Where's Street?"

He went to the big hole the insect army came out of, peering down. There was nothing but blackness. Despite this, Razor wasn't particularly relieved. Callie gently touches his arm.

"I'm glad you guys showed up when you did," she said.

Meanwhile, T-Bone grinned and slapped Felina on the back as the two observed the now once again normal kats being tended to. The three escaped convicts were being handcuffed, so relieved to be normal again that they were not even resisting, while Steven and the five MASA guards were being given medical attention. Everyone seemed to be okay.

"How'd your Enforcer lab boys manage this, Lieutenant?" asked T-Bone.

Felina frowned a little. "We had a little help from an unlikely source."

T-Bone and Razor exchanged glances. Hearing another chopper approaching, they turned and watched it land. The door slid open, disgorging a thoroughly enraged Dr. Viper in handcuffs and attendant commandos guarding him with laser rifles.

"Viper?!" cried both SWAT Kats at the same time.

"You foolsss!" Dr. Viper hissed, tail lashing. "I told you, thisss was only a dissstraction!"

"Distraction or not, we weren't about to just let the park get attacked, slimeball," Felina told him.

She turned and looked at the confused SWAT Kats.

"A case of 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,'" she explained. "Viper agreed to give us the antidote to the Ci-Kat-A bite that was already in his bloodstream in return for us stopping Street. Dr. Konway cured Corporal Taylor successfully as a test."

She clapped Gray on the shoulder. "And it worked," he said. "I feel like a million bucks."

"Once that was out of the way, we just flew on over here."

Viper was impatient. "You have to ssstop Sssstreet before he ruins everything!"

"Wha--? Stop Street?" T-Bone eyed Viper. "What's goin' on?"

"He'sss going to attack the Megakat Nuclear Plant!" Viper said. "The fate of all of Megakat Cccity is at ssstake!"
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Sat Sep 08, 2018 12:40 pm

After making sure Jonny got looked at at the ER for the lump on his head, Ann Gora returned to her new apartment in the recently opened Skycor Towers, glad that her cameraman was going to be all right. Skycor was a very large building and despite its motto being "Luxury Living at an Affordable Price," it cost an arm and a leg to pay rent in, and even though her apartment was one of the smaller ones, and she was paying less than she'd paid at her old apartment in Megakat Heights, Ann was still living above her means. Not that she minded. Even though she was late on her full rent now and again on a mere field reporter's salary, she liked the luxurious apartment and she liked the view of Megakat City's skyline even better. Her ultimate goal with regard to Skycor Towers was a penthouse, several stories above where she currently lived. There, she knew that the view of the city would be even better.

She got herself a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly, exhaling as she reflected on her stagnating career as a reporter, if only to take her mind off her very weird encounter with what had once been Dr. Harley Street earlier that day. She'd bristled when given the task of doing a mere traffic report earlier than day, but had kept her mouth shut. Work was work, and her editor wasn't the type of person you argued with. Nevertheless, it bothered Ann immensely that despite being what many considered the face of Kat's Eye News, MBC didn't pay her much for the work she put in - work that was often extremely dangerous. She suspected it was partly because her co-workers resented her ambition and tenacity, and her superiors considered her reckless. Once upon a time, before she'd earned a reputation for herself as MBC's best field reporter, her nickname around the office had been "Ann-bitious." Since then, the nickname had gone away, but the grumblings of the other reporters - not all, but many - about her putting her career above her journalistic integrity had never quite stopped.

With the mug of tea, she went into her living room and sat on the sofa, kicking her high heels off and trying to relax. She sighed. It was untrue, of course. Ann had never denied her ambition to become the best reporter at Kat's Eye News, but the idea she valued her career more than breaking important stories was ludicrous and it offended her. She simply wanted what she believed she was owed for all the hard, dangerous work she'd put in over the years, putting her life on the line to ensure the citizens of Megakat City were kept aware of everything that was newsworthy. Traffic reports, while honest, admirable work the public relied on, was, frankly, beneath her.

She'd had a taste of the limelight a few times, mostly due to colleagues falling ill or having family emergencies. She'd gotten to host a talk show for a week a year earlier, during which time she'd interviewed Commander Feral about his (in her opinion, baseless) accusations that the SWAT Kats had destroyed Megakat Biochemical Labs and the Megakat Tunnel without provocation. And during the attempted robbery of the Megakat Mint by the Metallikats and the subsequent rampage of the giant machine known as Zed a few months ago, Ann had gotten a filled in for the regular newscaster who'd called in sick. Both times, of course, her stint had been short-lived, and the regulars had eventually returned, and she'd been sent back to do field work.

But as much as it annoyed her, she couldn't say she disliked the work. Dangerous as it was, she couldn't deny getting a thrill from being so close to all of the various threats plaguing Megakat City, and, whether she felt she deserved a talk show gig or a job as a newscaster, she enjoyed showing up her more timid colleagues who were less willing to get close to danger. Not that she was reckless, despite what everyone said; she valued her life and the lives of others, and every risk she took was, in her opinion a calculated one.

And, in the end, she was doing important work, so she couldn't be said to be entirely dissatisfied with the path her career had taken. Flexing her toes, Ann leaned forward and put the mug on the low coffee table in front of her, removing her necklace and her earrings, placing them into a small ashtray on the table. She didn't smoke. The ashtray had been her father's and she'd kept it for the purpose of holding various little odds and ends like spare change, keys, and her jewelry. Undoing the top few buttons of her dress shirt, she was starting to remove her jacket when she became aware of a faint buzzing noise, and turned, jacket half on and half off, to look out the window. She didn't see anything. Suddenly, the phone rang. Rising, she finished taking the jacket off and went to the phone.

Outside, Dr. Harley Street was flying towards Skycor Towers, the stoppered flask of the chemical whose main ingredient was Supper-Katalyst 666 clutching in one hand, Murdoch flying along behind him. Street was dimly aware that Murdoch was his last remaining ally; he could no longer sense the other kats he'd bitten and converted through the psychic connection all Ci-Kat-A shared. It'd started with Gray Taylor, the Enforcer they'd been forced to leave behind at Megakat Biochemical Labs. Not even half an hour later, one by one, Steven, the five MASA guards and the three convicts who'd been converted along with Murdoch had followed suit. Street was distressed by this, as he was unaware whether this meant they'd been killed... or, worse, cured. His eyebrows furrowed in indignant concern as the possibility that someone had developed a means of combating the venom used to convert unwitting victims into loyal acolytes of the Ci-Kat-A cause. Somehow he knew Viper had something to do with it; after all, the slippery snake had made himself immune to the venom, and he had escaped...

...which had been entirely Street's fault, he realized, mentally kicking himself. He'd ordered his followers to let the mutated biochemist go. At the time, he hadn't cared where Viper went or what Viper did, but, now, with the loss of mental contact with all of his other "brothers," Street was beginning to regret the decision not to hunt the snake down and kill him. Had Viper gone to the authorities, offering his immunity to the bite in return for immunity from more Earthly legal consequences, or even just to ruin Street's plans? Street didn't know for certain. All he did know is he had to hurry and get his queen.

As the two got closer and closer to the building, Street's multi-faceted compound eyes scanned every window until he spotted Ann Gora. There she was. His queen! She was on the phone. "And now, my future queen," he said, "it's time I paid you a visit..."

Back inside her apartment, Ann was on the phone with her editor. There'd been an attack at Manx Municipal Park. By the Ci-Kat-A. Ann felt her stomach do flip-flops. So much for not thinking about Dr. Street anymore today. "An attack on the park?" she asked wearily. Her editor was talking very fast and it was difficult to quite make out what he was going on about, but apparently there'd been giant worms and weird half plant, half insect creatures, and somehow Dr. Viper was involved. And of course he wanted her to go down there and cover the aftermath. She sighed. "Sure, I can get down there right away..."

Turning, she gasped as she saw none other than Dr. Harley Street making a beeline for the window with another converted kat behind him. Crud, she thought; not only was she going to have to think about Street some more today, she was about to get attacked by him! She screamed as the glass shattered, her editor on the other end of the phone, worried, demanding to know what was wrong. The buzzing alien scientist landed, the other Ci-Kat-A right behind him, and they approached Ann as she struggled to find her voice, to tell her editor to call the Enforcers.

"I've come for you, my dearest!" Street declared like a gentleman caller paying a visit.

Finally, Ann managed to scream into the phone, "Call the Enforcers, I'm being attacked!"

Striding forward, Street grabbed the phone, tossing it away. "Now, now, Ms. Gora," he chided, wagging one clawed finger, "none of that. We don't want anyone to spoil the mood!" He turned to his accomplice, holding the flask out to him. "Guard the door."

The other kat-insect nodded, taking the flask from him. Ann observed he was one of the ones from Megakat Biochemical earlier that day, wearing a prison issue white shirt with a serial number on it. Somewhere in the back of her terrified mind, she dimly remembered hearing about a group of convicts escaping from an Enforcer substation and disappearing into the swamp. Between that and Dr. Viper's apparent involvement with Street, Ann guessed that this had been the fate of the escaped criminals; turned into mindless drones for the former MASA scientist. The buzzing former prisoner went and stood by the front door as commanded.

Street gently took Ann's arms by the wrists. She was petrified, shaking. Was he going to bite her? Was she going to end up like the bug-eyed con guarding the door and so many other unfortunate souls like the MASA guards and that Enforcer rookie from earlier? She felt a sob hitching in her throat.

Street seemed oblivious to her terror. "Yes, think of it, Ann," he was saying, "the story of a lifetime!"

He made no move to sink his mandibles into her. That was something. Composing herself and steeling her nerves, trying to buy time, hoping her editor had managed to call the Enforcers, Ann decided to change tactics. Fear clearly wouldn't sway Street or his companion and prevent them from turning her; in their minds, they were doing her a favor. So she decided to play along, somewhat, adopting a more casual air with her "guest." Slipping into professional mode, she began to ask questions of the raggedly-dressed former scientist.

"The story of a lifetime? Well, Doctor, you do owe me a story from years ago..." she said, reminding him of that night in the Megakat Desert when he'd first shown something resembling a romantic interest in his tone of voice, inviting her to MASA for the full story about the Kat Sat 1, before everything had gone so awfully, horribly wrong, for him, for her and for so many others.

"True," Street said. "But that story you already know. The Ci-Kat-A queen rode in her larval state aboard the satellite and with her bite she changed my life forever. This one is new. The tale of how I survived my encounter with those meddling vigilante SWAT Kats."

Despite herself, Ann was interested; like many others, she had wondered what had happened to Street. Except for him, all the kats bitten and converted by the Ci-Kat-A had been accounted four - the three Enforcers killed, the five MASA guards captured and imprisoned for study. But Street's fate after the destruction of the Ci-Kat-A queen's new nest in the Megakat Tower penthouse and the death of the queen herself had remained a mystery... one Street himself was apparently about to explain to his captive audience. And one Ann suspected involved Dr. Viper, given that the converted con guarding the door and his fellow escapees had gone missing in Megakat Swamp, and that her editor had mentioned the mutated biochemist in relation to the Ci-Kat-A attack on the park.

"I was in the queen's new nest, about to bring Deputy Mayor Briggs over to our side, when suddenly something smashed through the glass and hit me in the face. It was one of the SWAT Kats' stupid gimmicky missiles. It had sharp metal arms that wrapped around my face tightly."

Ann realized he was talking about an Octopus Missile; the SWAT Kats used them often enough that the name was mostly common knowledge, especially considering Razor's tendency to announce what missile he was firing. For whose benefit, Ann had never quite been able to figure out. None of this she conveyed to Street; she simply nodded as he continued.

"I sailed across the room and smashed through the window on the opposite side. I plummeted, screaming. I tried to fly, but I couldn't control my momentum, and so I fell. Three-hundred forsaken stories. I fell and fell, flailing, struggling to rip the SWAT Kats' accursed missile off of my face, until at last I landed hard on the cement walkway in front of the building. I lay there, twitching and broken. I'd managed to tear the missile off... leaving me with these ugly entrenched scars on his face. I was dazed and lay on my back, watching as the Enforcers set fire to the penthouse, and with it the eggs! Then I witnessed the SWAT Kats aerial battle with the queen. I lay there, helpless, wounded, powerless to do anything to avert disaster. As I watched my kind's hope for the future literally go up in flames, I managed to summon the strength to crawl to a nearby manhole.

"I lifted the cover and all but fell in, splashing down into the filthy water. I picked myself up and limped along down the tunnel. I don't know how long I wandered the sewers beneath the city, but eventually I found... him. Dr. Viper. He seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He offered to help me, and I accepted, perhaps against my better judgment. We returned to his lair in the Dead Forest, at the heart of Megakat Swamp, to begin plotting our takeover of Megakat City. Of course, our partnership couldn't last forever. His dreams of conquest were pitiful compared to my own." He paused, looking at the other converted kat by the door, then at Ann. "To OUR own," he corrected himself.

"Wh-what do you want with me?!" Ann demanded.

"How forgetful of me! I got so caught up in explaining the past that I forgot to explain the future. You see, Ms. Gora, we Ci-Kat-A can reproduce in one of two ways. The way I was created, and the way I made my friend Murdoch here, or the 'natural' way, through the offspring of a queen!"

"B-But what has that got to do with..." Ann trailed off, eyeing Street's salivating mandibles, remembering her very real fear of being bitten, and all at once the horror washed over her. "Oh no!" she cried. "You can't mean--"

"Oh, but I do!" Street gave her wrists something like an affectionate squeeze. "I can think of no she-kat I wish to make my queen more than you!"

Ann struggled to reason with him. "But, but it still won't be entirely natural... even if you bite me and turn me, it still won't be the same as the original queen!"

Street winced and looked melancholy all of a sudden. Ann couldn't know it, but he was remembering that Viper had said something quite similar to him earlier, when their partnership had ended. "True," he said sadly, "but it'll be good enough. And good enough is all we Ci-Kat-A have left."

Suddenly, despite her fear and horror, Ann found herself feeling the beginnings of pity for Street...
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Thu Sep 13, 2018 9:31 pm

Despite her burgeoning pity for Dr. Street, Ann wasn't exactly relishing spending too much longer in his presence, or getting bitten. She backed away from him, but he moved forward and scooped her into his arms like a groom about to carry his bride over the threshold. She kicked and struggled, thinking he was about to bite her, but, for whatever reason, he didn't, instead carrying her to the broken window. Realizing he intended to carry her away like Frankenkat, Ann stopped struggling, lest she get dropped. He flapped his wings, preparing to fly off.

"Come," he said, "it's best we be off before--"

Before help comes, Ann thought. And, indeed, Street was interrupted mid-sentence, first by the sound of approaching sirens and then by the roar of approaching jet engines. Below the balcony, Ann saw some Enforcer cruisers driving up, then turned and saw the Turbokat approaching. The Enforcers and the SWAT Kats! The jet circled the building. Down below, the cruisers stopped and a brawny Enforcer sergeant and several commandos got out and ran inside. Street's compound eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Too late!" he cried. "Well, those meddling Earth pests won't interfere with my plans! Not again!"

There was more enraged desperation than resolve in his voice, Ann noticed. With her in his arms, he flew out of the apartment window. Murdoch followed with the flask in hand, even as someone began banging on the door, yelling, "Enforcers! Open up!" He flew out the broken window after Street just as the door was kicked in and the brawny sergeant and his commandos rushed in with laser guns up. They went to the window, watching the Ci-Kat-A escaping with their prisoner.

"We're too late!" cried the sergeant. His hand went for the walkie-talkie clipped to his belt to call for chopper backup. Whoosh! The Turbokat flew past the window, in hot pursuit of the Ci-Kat-A. "Guess it's up to the SWAT Kats." Nevertheless, he unclipped the radio from his belt and spoke into it. "This is Sergeant Slate-Gray at Skycor Towers! Get me Commander Feral immediately! Street has Ann Gora and he's headed in the direction of Megakat Nuclear Plant.

In the approaching Turbokat, T-Bone and Razor had armed themselves with Glovatrixes equipped with dart launchers. It'd been a quick and dirty modification done right there in the park, cannibalizing parts from the Enforcers' gas-propelled dart guns, and Razor still wasn't entirely satisfied with the results, but as long as they worked, that was all that mattered. He flexed his fingers in the Glovatrix. He was itching for a throwdown. So was T-Bone. It was time to end this bug problem once and for all. With all the converted kats taken care of back at the park, Street and the last escaped convict with him were the only two remaining Ci-Kat-A. Or so Razor hoped. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was still one they were missing...

"I hope two syringes of this stuff will be enough," he said as T-Bone pursued the two Ci-Kat-A and their prisoner. Dr. Konway hadn't had time to make any more than what had been brought to the park.

"It'll be enough," said T-Bone confidently, smirking over his shoulder at his friend. "Especially for you, Sureshot." His expression turned grim as he turned back around. "There's Dr. Bug-Eyes dead ahead. And he's got Ann Gora. I better just follow 'em for now. There's no way we can hit him without risking Ann Gora."

Razor nodded. If Street turned back to normal mid-flight, they'd both fall to their deaths.

Flying a little ways ahead, Street glanced back at their pursuers and shrieked back at Murdoch. "Take care of them!"

Murdoch turned and flew at the Turbokat. T-Bone and Razor jerked back in their seats in reflex as he zoomed over the cockpit, getting around behind the jet. His mouth underwent the next stage of his transformation, pointed mandibles emerging from the corners of his mouth. He made a sound in his throat like someone trying to cough up a load of phlegm and vomited sticky yellow slime onto the back of the Turbokat, clogging the air intakes.

T-Bone growled and tried to maintain control as the aircraft stalled and began to plummet. "Aw, man, not this sticky crud again! I'm gonna have to fly back to the hangar and--"

"No time, T-Bone!" Razor interrupted him. "Remember, Viper said Street's next stop is the nuclear power plant!"

"Right," grumbled T-Bone. "Time and essence and all that. Fine, I'll set 'er down on that rooftop! Hang on!

The Turbokat swooped down and crashlanded, more or less safely, on the roof of an apartment building. Issuing forth a hissing chuckle, Murdoch turned and flew off after Street, clutching the all-important flask in his hand. On the roof, the canopy opened and the two SWAT Kats got out, both wearing their Delta Bak Paks. Activating their jetpack function, they flew off in pursuit of the insectoid villains and their news reporter captive. Watching from inside Ann Gora's apartment nearby, Sergeant Slate-Gray continued speaking into his walkie-talkie.

"Inform Commander Feral that Street is on his way with Ann Gora and the SWAT Kats are in hot pursuit, but without their jet. Street's accomplice clogged their intakes with that sticky yellow slime these things puke up."

"Roger that," said the dispatcher on the other end.

Slate-Gray lowered the walkie-talkie from his mouth, watching the tiny figures receding into the distance, towards the far away cooling towers of the nuclear plant rising like twin volcanoes over the rooftops. Ordinarily a calm and collected individual, he felt a flutter of concern in his stomach. If Street succeeded, then the towers might as well be volcanoes. Nuclear ones that would spew hot radioactive destruction down upon Megakat City. Feral or the SWAT Kats, he didn't care which, he just hoped someone stopped Street from making Megakat City glow in the dark for the next thousand years...

~*~

Night began to fall. A cordon of Enforcer Peacekeepers and halftracks and armed commandos had been set up to defend the Megakat Nuclear Plant from attack. They were supported by security guards in their Jeeps marked with the radiation symbol emblem of the plant. Three Enforcer choppers sat ready and waiting to take to the air. Commander Feral paced impatiently with his arms behind his back. Off to one side waited Felina and the handcuffed Dr. Viper, who was being guarded by three commandos. It was deathly quiey except for the idling engines of the vehicles and the waves of Megakat Bay lapping at the shore. And some murmring among the commandos.

"Isn't this a little much to defend against one bug-eyed MASA doctor...?" asked one of the Enforcer next to him doubtfully.

"No way, man," replied his fellow commando. "The more firepower we've got, the better. I was part of the hazmat team that went in and mopped up at the Space Center. You didn't see what I saw." He shuddered.

Sergeant Talon, sticking out of the turret of the lead tank, looking so much like he belonged in it that he may as well have been attached to it at the waist, glowered down at them.

"Cut the chatter, you two," he growled. "Focus on your duties."

They shut up. Nearby, Commander Feral continued his uneasy pacing. He turned and looked at the cuffed Viper. "Well, Snakeface? Where is he? I thought you said the nuclear plant was his primary target."

Viper shifted restlessly in his cuffs. The commandos guarding him looked scared to death of him breaking free. "He'll come, believe me, Commander," Viper said confidently. "Dr. Ssstreet is a kat after my own heart. Onccce he has sssomething ssset in his mind... nothing will ssstop him."

Feral raised once eyebrow. He'd suspected from the beginning that Dr. Viper wasn't being entirely forthcoming. He was Dr. Viper, after all. He was beginning to worry the evil biochemist had some sinister ulterior motives for helping them against Street.

"Wait a moment!" he cried suddenly, holding up one hand for silence. He heard a distant buzzing. In the distance, he saw two approaching figures. "There they are!"

"I told you!" said Viper, as though seeking vindication.

"Shut up!" Felina snapped at him, then turned to the three commandos guarding him. She didn't want him present when Street arrived. Who knew what would happen then. "Get him out of here! Take him back to Enforcer Headquarters and lock him up.

She looked for a dissenting countermand from her uncle but he was too busy looking through a pair of binoculars someone had handed him. Nodding, two of the commandos grabbed a strangely unresisting Viper and dragged him to one of the waiting choppers. The third followed nervously with his rifle at the ready. The four got in and the rotor blades fired up and the chopper lifted off. Like her uncle, Felina was finding Viper's cooperation strange and was beginning to worry he had something up his sleeve. But that would have to wait.

Sticking out of his Peacekeeper's turret hatch, Talon issued an order into a walkie talkie he was holding. "All tanks prepare to fire."

Felina addressed the commandos acting in support of the armored vehicles. "Prepare to open fire! We'll blast those bugs out of the sky."

Suddenly, Feral's walkie-talkie squawked. "Feral here," he said into it. "Thrill me."

An Enforcer dispatcher's voice reported tonelessly, "Sergeant Slate-Gray at Skycor reports that Ann Gora has been abducted by Dr. Street, and that he and his companion are on their way to you as we speak, sir. The SWAT Kats are in pursuit with jetpacks."

Feral grumbled. It figured the vigilantes had failed to stop Street and save Ann Gora. But, then, he reminded himself, so had the Enforcers he'd sent to take the reporter into protective custody. Oh, well. The whole gang would soon be there anyway. Street was coming to him, with Ann Gora.

"Roger that," he said after a moment. "Feral out."

Yeah, he was thrilled, all right.

"Wait!" he said. "Hold your fire!" He peered through the binoculars. Yeah, there was Ann Gora, all right. Oh, he was thrilled. Super thrilled. Grumbling, he lowered the binoculars. "They have a hostage. It's Ann Gora!"
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Thu Sep 13, 2018 10:58 pm

There was murmuring among the commandos.

Fast approaching were the two Ci-Kat-A and their prisoner. Street was as giddy as he was capable of being, cradling Ann in his arms with infinite care. Hearing the whup-whup-whup of approaching rotor blades, they turned and watched as the Enforcer chopper carrying Dr. Viper flew past. He and Street eyed one another through the open side door of the chopper in the split second they were beside one another before the aircraft moved past.

"Viper," said Murdoch.

"He is meaningless," Street said dismissively, even though his fears about his former ally cooperating with the Enforcers seemed to have been confirmed. "Our final objective lies before us. Keep your mind on your business, my friend."

Murdoch nodded.

Ann squirmed in Street's grasp and he tightened his grip a little. "Don't struggle too much, Ms. Gora. I wouldn't want to drop you. It's a long way down."

Gulping, Ann looked down.

One of the commandos guarding Viper in the departing chopper raised his rifle and prepared to fire at Street and Murdoch before one of his comrades pushed the barrel of his gun down, pointing at Ann. The first commando glowered in angry disappointment. They heard jet engines and T-Bone and Razor fly past on their Delta Bak Paks.

"Hey, look!" cried one of the commandos. "It's the SWAT Kats!"

Viper just smirks smugly and steepled his fingers. Despite nothing seemingly going his way, he was bizarrely content and compliant with his captors, and quite relaxed. And, indeed, though none of them knew it, everything was very much going his way and Feral and Felina had been right to be concerned. The chopper flew on to Enforcer Headquarters without incident. Viper had only to wait.

"Come on, T-Bone!" yelled Razor as they flew along "Punch it! You're flyin' like an old lady!"

T-Bone smirked. "My impulsive personality rubbin' off on you, buddy? Take it easy. I'm followin' at a safe distance."

Razor smirked and nods, understanding. "Let's just hope Street hasn't bitten Ann Gora yet..." He rubbed his modified Glovatrix. "...with only two doses of this stuff left, if he does, somebody's gonna have to go on bein' a Ci-Kat-A. At least for a little while longer."

"Yeah, well, Street's got my vote if that happens," T-Bone said through gritted teeth.

"Easy, T-Bone, it isn't his fault," Razor reminded him. "It's none of their faults."

His friend sighed. "I know." He steeled himself up. "Okay, ready to enact the plan?"

"You bet." On the way, both doses of the cure had been given to Razor. He zoomed forward.

As the Ci-Kat-A approached the nuclear power plant, they hesitated a bit, slowing, seeing the cordon of defending Enforcers.

"Nothing's happening," said Murdoch. "They're not firing at us."

"It's because we have our future queen here," said Street, realizing. "They won't fire as long as she remains a normal kat. That's why I haven't bitten her yet." He looked down at Ann in his arms. "THAT'S going to happen once we get inside. Once I breach the reactor and turn this entire city into food for you and the brood you'll bear me, my queen."

"I'd rather die!" Ann cried, realizing now she'd been on borrowed time. She squirmed more fitfully, kicking Street, and he accidentally dropped her. She fell, screaming. "Aaahhhhhh!"

"Noooooooo!" cried a suddenly terrified Street, diving down after her, an equally worried Murdoch following.

Suddenly, T-Bone whooshed by between them and the falling Ann. Street stopped and hovered in midair in surprise. Murdoch slammed into him. The flask jostled, the liquid inside sloshing.

"Clumsy fool!" cried an enraged Street. He grabbed the flask from Murdocyh. "Give me that!"

Clumzzzy fool! Give me that!

Below them, T-Bone swooped down and scooped Ann up in his arms, saving her. "Gotcha!"

"Thanks!" cried Ann, relieved.

Hovering in the air with buzzing wings, Street was seething with broiling rage. "Our queen!" he snarled. "Those SWAT Kats have interfered in my plans for the last time."

He looked at the chemical inside the flask. The time had come to use it. Suddenly the air around him and Murdoch began exploding. Lasers whizzed past. The two Ci-Kat-A cried out in surprise. Upon seeing that Ann Gora was no longer in danger, Feral had ordered his men to open up on the duo immediately as soon as the reporter and the SWAT Kats were what he considered a safe distance from them. Street clutched the flask with both hands as though his life depended on it while he and Murdoch weaved and dodged the aerial attack.

"Get the queen," he told Murdoch. "I'll ensure those puny Enforcers will no longer bother us and clear the way." When Murdoch hesitated, clearly not liking the idea of letting Street take on the Enforcers by himself super-katalyst or not super-katalyst, Street said, more fimrly, "Go."

Murdoch nodded and dived down after T-Bone and Ann, dodging the explosions and lasers. Looking over his shoulder, T-Bone saw their pursuer, and then, closing in on Murdoch from behind as per the plan, Razor. He grinned but Murdoch didn't notice. He was too focused on closing the distance between himself and the SWAT Kat who'd dared steal away his future queen, arms outstretched, claws grasping at the air, close to touching the soles of T-Bone's bare feet. Clutching Ann to his chest, T-Bone flew down closer to the ground, Murdoch following close behind with Razor hot on his heels without him even realizing it. They were only a few feet above the ground now.

Behind Murdoch, Razor loaded the first of the last two doses of the antidote into the dart gun he'd rigged to his Glovatrix. He took aim. "Hey, bugface!" he yelled.

"Huh?" Murdoch turned and looked back.

Pffft! The dart flew out and sticks into the transformed con's neck. Murdoch gasped and plucked the dart out, but it was too late. Already he was reverting back into a normal kat.

"Bingo!" yelled Razor.

Murdoch's wings shriveled and fell off. His Ci-Kat-A mandibles retracted into his mouth and disappeared. His eyes squeezed shut, then opened. They were normal again. They rolled in their sockets in confusion. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was breaking into some crazy swamp hermit's home in the Dead Forest. Still airborne, flying forward forward of his momentum, he suffered nothing worse than a few bumps and bruises as he slammed into the dirt alongside the road leading towards the power plant, tumbling and coming to a stop lying sprawled on his back, alive but unconscious.

Whilst dodging lasers and explosions, Street observed the loss of his final ally with surprise and anger. Curse those meddling SWAT Kats, he thought, trying to decide whether to resume engaging the Enforcers or punish them for returning Murdoch to normal.

T-Bone flew down and landed beside Murdoch, setting Ann safely aside. He kneeled and checked the con's pulse, giving Razor a thumbs up. "He's okay, buddy."

"Good," said Razor. "One down..." He loaded the final dart into his Glovatrix, then turned and looked at Street nearby, doing his best to dodge everything the Enforcers were throwing at him. "...one to go."

He aimed and fired. But Street was ready. With his free hand, he grabbed the dart out of the air and flung it contemptuously to the ground. It broke, spilling the precious antidote everywhere.

"Nice try, SWAT Kat!" he snarled. "But I am not so easy to take by surprised!" He flew down and landed amidst the explosions.

Watching through his binoculars, Feral held up a hand. "Cease fire!"

Street, flask in hand, approached the trio. He stopped about twenty feet from them. He held out his free hand. Something came over him. Something he'd been trying to deny ever since the death of the original queen. He felt sad. Alone.

"Ms. Gora... Ann..." he pleaded, "come with me. Please. Be my queen."

Ann hesitated.

"One bite and you will understand. One bite and together we can make an entire new race of children to feed on the irradiated remains of this pitiful Earth city."

"But the people..." Ann said, looking down at Murdoch, then at the SWAT Kats, "...everyone will die of radiation poisoning!"

Street shook his head. "No!" he insisted. "No, they won't! Not if we turn them! Then they'll thrive in the new radioactive environment! There will be peace! No more wars, no more--"

"No more free thought or choice," Razor interrupted him, having heard speeches like this before. Street eyed him with annoyance. Razor narrowed his eyes at him, refusing to back down. "Face it, Street. The ends don't always justify the means. The Ci-Kat-A way is not the right way."

Ann stepped in, pleading now herself. "Dr. Street... Harley..." she begged, "you're sick. Your thoughts aren't your own. Turn yourself in to the Enforcers. You've seen that they can cure people who've been bitten by the Ci-Kat-A!"

She pointed at Murdoch lying out cold on the ground.

T-Bone chipped in. "Yeah, c'mon, Doc. Come with us and we'll get you to the Enforcers. They can make more of the cure and you'll be your old self again."

"Please, Harley," Ann begged further. "Please."

For a brief moment, Street considered it. Something glimmered in his eyes. But then he rejected it. No. He'd come too far. Been a Ci-Kat-A for far too long to go back. There was no going back. Only forward. And if these pitiful fools wouldn't listen to reason, then he'd have to force them to see things his way by giving them choice but to become like him to thrive in the new radioactive environment he was going to create for the Ci-Kat-A race, of which he was now convinced he and he alone was the savior.

The SWAT Kats both observed his change in body langiage and realized that things were about to turn violent again, tensing as Street pulled the stopper from the flask he held.

"Looks like we're doin' it the hard way..." Razor observed glumly, slowly beginning to raise his arm to fire his Glovatrix. He may have been out of the antidote, but he had plenty of the weapon's regular compliment of miniature missiles.

"If I can't have a new queen..." Street mused, more to himself than anyone present, "...then I shall be the Ci-Kat-A KING!"

Before Razor could fully raise his arm to fire, Street upended the flask, dumping the contents on himself. It splashed down over his body.

"Oh boy..." said Razor. "I got a feeling this just got a whole lot worse..."
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by Kooshmeister » Mon Nov 05, 2018 2:15 pm

Street's body shuddered. He dropped the empty flask, which shattered, his skin bubbling, expanding to tumorous proportions, ripping out of what little remained of his torn and ragged clothing, his brown fur darkening, turning black, his features and limbs distorting and then disappearing. As the SWAT Kats and Ann backed up cautiously, they realized Street was transmogrifying into a huge, thick, black, slimy cocoon!

"Oh, gross...!" cried a disgusted T-Bone. "What was that stuff he poured on himself?!"

"It must've been whatever he stole from Megakat Biochemical Labs!" replied Razor. He turned to Ann. "You need to get out of here, pronto!"

"But--" the reporter tried to protest.

"No 'buts!'" Razor insisted. "Go!"

Miffed, Ann turned and fled.

At the Enforcer blockade surrounding the power plant, Feral peered through his binoculars. Feral lowered the binoculars, blinked, then raised them again, gawking at the hideous sight of Street cocooning himself.

"What's he doing, Uncle...?" asked a disgusted Felina standing beside him.

"I... don't know, Felina," her uncle admitted. "But it looks like he's turning into some kind of insect cocoon."

The fully transformed Street, now a big, black cocoon covered in pulsating boils and dripping a viscous, clear slime, fell forward with a splat and lay motionless on the ground. The SWAT Kats pointed their Glovatrixes at it. Nothing happened. T-Bone and Razor exchanged confused glances.

"Well, that turned out to be a whole lotta nothin'..." said T-Bone, somehow sounding both relieved and disappointed at the same time. He walked over and prodded at the cocoon with his foot. Still nothing happened. It just sat there, pulsing and throbbing. "What'd he do...?"

"I think he pupated himself," said Razor, squatting down so he could examine the huge black mass from another angle. His partner turned and looked at him, one eyebrow raised, prompting him to elaborate, "You know, like a cocoon?"

"Like a... like a butterfly sorta deal?"

"Yeah, he's changing in there," Razor said, narrowing his eyes, watching the undulating bulges ripping along the cocoon's surface. "I just know it." He stood back up. "And somehow I don't think that anything as pretty as a butterfly is gonna come out," he added grimly.

"Oh, for the love of--" cried an exasperated T-Bone, throwing his hands up. "Then you mean this isn't over?"

As if in response, a wet, splitting crack startled them. They whirled. The cocoon was shuddering and rocking violently. It heaved and the top bulged, then split as a glistening, shelled back rose up, followed by the rest of what Dr. Street had become, an enormous scarab creature some seven feet tall with a shining ebony exoskeleton, except for his segmented underbelly which was an off purple color, and his eyes, which were no longer green but a blazing yellowish orange, different from any Ci-Kat-A seen previously. He was as majestic as he was terrifying.

"I am the Ci-Kat-A king!" the creature declared in a voice that was deep and distorted.

"Great, not only a giant bug, but a giant bug with delusions of grandeur!" T-Bone said, and he and Razor fired Mini-Turboblades at the huge bug, but they just bounced off his armored carapace. "Crud! He's a real-life Hard Shell!"

Ignoring the SWAT Kats, Street's armored back split open, the shelled plates moving aside as he spread his huge wings, which were a royal metallic purple color. Pushing off the ground with his taloned feet, he took to the air and flew towards the power plant.

"Yes, I am the Ci-Kat-A king... and I will turn this pitiful city into a paradise for my kind!" he declared.

At the blockade, Feral lowered his binoculars. "Open fire!" he ordered. "Fire, fire, fire! All of Megakat City is at stake if that thing breaches the reactor core!"

Felina nodded to the assembled Enforcers and plant security. They opened fire on the black scarab, but the laser blasts and artillery did nothing. The SWAT Kats moved aside to safety, where the unconscious Murdoch was still lying. They watched as everything the Enforcers and security guards had did nothing against the mutated Street.

"Razor, nothin' Feral's throwin' at 'im is even denting 'im! We've gotta find a way to stop him, or else Megakat City's gonna go into mega-meltdown!" said T-Bone, uncharacteristic fear tinging his voice.

"Tell me something I don't know!" replied his partner.

They ignited their jetpacks and pursued Street admist the lasers and explosions peppering the air. At the blockade, Street landed with a thud and bellowed. The commandos and security guards scattered, Street taking a blast from Sergeant Talon's Peacekeeper directly to the chest with no effect except that he staggered back a bit. Enraged, he grabbed hold of the tank, straining. Feral and Felina drew their sidearms, firing at the huge monster to no effect as, with great effort, Street lifted the entire tank up! Talon, poking out of the turret, cried out in surprise, clambering out onto the top of the tank.

Street tilted the tank sideways, and Talon fell off, smacking hard onto the pavement. He looked up as Street turned the Peacekeeper entirely upside-down and shook it, the two-man crew falling out of the open turret hatch. A startled commando landed on either side of Talon.

"Come on, men!" the Sergeant yelled. "Run!"

The three got up and rushed off as Street flung the tank down towards them. The last man just barely avoided being crushed. A second Peacekeeper rolled forward and fired, but had no more luck than Talon's did. With a roar, the black scarab grabbed and twisted the double barreled laser cannons. The hatch opened and one of the commandos crewing the vehicle poked out, drawing a laser pistol. Before he could fire, he was seized in Street's clawed hand and flung indifferently aside, smacking against the side of an Enforcer cruiser, his gun flying from his hand.

Once more, the insect began to lift the tank. The rear hatch opened and the second commando crewing the Peacekeeper got out, then turned and screamed as the tank tilted up and back, falling towards him. He rolled aside and the tank landed upside-down, rocking unevenly, twisted and broken as Street pushed on. The Enforcers and security guards scattered before him. He wrenched the gun off of an Enforcer halftrack and flattened the cab with one big, clawed foot, the two Enforcers inside just barely throwing open the doors and leaping out in time. Then, in a fit of pique, he shoved the halftrack onto its side and stomped off towards the power plant entrance.

Feral and Felina, joined by several commandos, continued firing at him, but finally Feral held up a hand. "Stop! he yelled. They didn't immediately stop firing. "Stop, I said!" They reluctantly ceased firing. "It's no good! Nothing can stop that thing!"

The SWAT Kats whooshed overhead on their jetpacks. "Except maybe the SWAT Kats!" said Felina.

Her uncle grumbled. "Good luck to them..." he said grudgingly, knowing the fate of Megakat City, and perhaps the world, just might rest in the hands of the two vigilantes he spent most of his free time railing against. Deep down, this time, he really hoped they would succeed where he and his Enforcers had failed.
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Re: The Doctors of Doom: Regular Story Version

Post by marklungo » Thu Nov 08, 2018 9:14 am

Glad to see the story continuing, Koosh! And I'm both surprised and relieved that all the Enforcers that Street attacked seem to have survived. However, I have to point out a couple of errors, starting with two typos:
toen and ragged clothing
They opened fired on the black scarab
Also, this sentence is in present tense while the rest of the story is in past tense, and repeats one of the sentences from the previous paragraph:
He walks over and prods at the cocoon with his foot. Still, nothing happens. It just sits there, pulsing and throbbing.
But overall, a really nice job as always.
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