Thunder Twins
Eye of the Serpent
Written by Erich the Mad Bassist


Theme from Creature Shock
These stories are fan-fiction, and are not intended to infringe on the rights of others in any way. The Thundercats characters are copyrighted by Lorimar Telepictures, Rankin-Bass Productions, Turner Broadcasting, or whoever owns the current rights. I post this freely, and make no profit other than the satisfaction that my fellow fans and I get from these stories. Enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Forgiven Deeds

WildKat walked along the streets of Thundera City. It was an overcast morning, but there was no rain. He sighed, held his head down, and watched the cracks go by and disappear beneath his feet as he moved along. He had apologized to everyone last night and they had forgiven him, but he knew that was just on the surface. He felt like everyone was afraid of him to a certain extent, and he felt sourness in his stomach when he thought about how he had unintentionally terrified Racina. He didn’t understand the lust for power that the “bad guys” had until now. The Serpent Sword was like a drug, and he wondered what he would do if he had it again. He only had a brief time to experiment with it, but he knew exactly what the sword was capable of when he connected with it. The Serpent Eye had nearly unlimited power with no restrictions on its use. He could have destroyed the planet Plundarr with a thought if he wanted to, and he wondered if any being in the universe was really capable of handling such power. He shivered at the thought of Jaga the Mighty wandering around the universe with that sword. While WildKat might be occasionally careless, Jaga was dangerous because he sought to impose his view of order on everything.

WildKat approached Skiffy’s place and noticed a big sign hanging over the main doors. He smiled and read it aloud. “The Thunderanium. Leave it to Skiffy to come up with a name to scare the old people.” He walked through the front entrance and saw a crew of mutants and thunderians hauling equipment around, knocking out walls, and building new ones. There were a couple of people sitting at the bar, but Skiffy wasn’t tending. There was a female reptilian washing a glass and mixing a drink. She spoke with a soft voice, “Another round, yessss?” An old man wearing a robe and hood at the end of the bar nodded and placed a Gold Jaga in her hand.

WildKat sat and looked over at the reptile as she talked a bit to the other patron: a short panther in his forties. The reptile glanced at WildKat, making him realize he was staring at her a bit too long. He felt a little embarrassed as he shifted his gaze to the huge mirror behind the bar. The reptile walked in front of him and said, “Can I get you anything?”

WildKat sighed, “Yeah.”

“Well, what will it be?”

WildKat sounded depressed. “Anything.”

“If you say so.” She thought for a moment, shrugged, and poured a glass of something with a greenish-brown color.

“What’s this?”

“Oat grass and apple juice: the Cat Special.”

WildKat looked dumbfounded. “Um, I wanted something with…”

The reptile smiled and said, “Well, you said ‘anything,’ and you don’t look like you need alcohol right now. Say what you might of us mutants, but we know that alcohol and depression don’t mix.”

WildKat sighed. “I guess you’re right. Oh, I’m WildKat, by the way.”

The reptile smiled and extended her hand. “I’m Slinky, at your service.” She noticed he was staring at her again. She made a slight growl that made WildKat jump a bit.

“I… I’m sorry.”

The reptile studied the cat with a smirk and noticed his facial skin was starting to turn red. She thought to herself, “Mammals are so predictable.” She said, “And what were you staring at?”

WildKat was feeling more and more embarrassed. He tried to stutter a reply but was cut off by Slinky. “Never mind, I get that all the time.”

“I’m sorry, I just… well, it’s just that… I’ve met some… female reptilians before and they weren’t… weren’t…”

Slinky smirked again. “Stacked?”

WildKat’s breath hitched and his face blushed even more. “Uh, yeah, I guess. The women I saw look just like the men.”

Slinky waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t suppose you ever noticed that there’s more than one kind of Reptilian Mutant, yessss?”

“What?”

“Come on, didn’t you ever notice the difference between Slythe and his troops? Surely you saw them often enough.”

WildKat scratched his chin. “Well yeah, now that I think of it.” His eyes were starting to brighten.

“The lower class are Iguana Mutants. They make great servants, slaves, and guards.”

WildKat thought about Tomarr and Remara, the couple hiding with their children in the back of the mining supply store when the Imperial Mutants tried to capture the Plundarrian refugees. He smiled and said, “Miners too.”

Slinky tilted her head a bit. “Yeah, they’re the working class back home. My brother and I are Dragon Mutants, and so is that old Slythe idiot.”

WildKat nodded slightly then looked up again. “Whoa, Skiffy’s your brother?”

“Sure is.”

“Wow, that’s cool!”

Slinky nodded. “Yep. Now, feeling depressed still?”

“I guess not. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now, are you going to pay for your drink, or do I have to beat it out of you?”

WildKat tried to read the expression on her face but couldn’t. Reptilians, whether Dragon or Iguana, didn’t follow the same rules as their warm-blooded relatives. He laughed nervously as he fished out some coins.

Slinky spoke with a manic forcefulness that intimidated him a little. “Lighten up, Kat. I’m joking. Maybe. Heheheh! Don’t be such a mammal.”

WildKat started laughing more easily. “Yeah, you’re Skiffy’s sister, alright.” He sighed and started to stare into his drink.

Slinky tilted her head a bit. “Okay, what is bothering you? It can’t be that bad.”

WildKat sighed and met her eyes. He thought her to be crazy, and maybe he was right, but he could see that she cared. “Nothing really, I only destroyed the Sword of Omens and lost the Eye of Thundera, brought a maniac back from the dead and gave him the most powerful weapon in the universe. Jaga knows what he’s doing right now…” WildKat trailed off and laughed nervously as he thought about what he was saying.

Slinky picked up a bottle. “Well, I guess that makes my roach problem look insignificant.” Her pupils widened quickly, and she slammed the bottom of the bottle behind the bar. She looked into WildKat’s eyes again as her pupils returned to normal. “You know, you should talk to that guy down there—it seems you have much in common, in a crazy messing-up-the-universe sort of way.”

WildKat looked at the old man at the other end of the bar. He was almost completely covered by his robe and hood, but there was no mistaking the hand clutching a greenish-brown drink. He nodded to Slinky with a slight smile which she returned, stood up, and walked over to the old man.

“Cat Special, huh?”

Jaga looked up into WildKat’s eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”

“May I join you?”

Jaga shrugged. “Might as well. You know, I never thought I’d see mutants living on Thundera.”

“Yeah, and serving you drinks, huh?”

Jaga tilted his head towards Slinky. “And especially not giving me real drinks.”

WildKat smiled, said, “cheers,” and finished his own drink. “I’ve learned that mutants are pretty wise, or at least the ones living here are.”

Jaga nodded. “I’m starting to see that too.” He glanced to his left where several teenage thunderians and mutants were finishing the removal of a wall that led to a recently built room beyond. He could see they were working under the direction of Skiffy, who was patrolling the area with a caulking gun. Jaga looked back at his half-finished drink. “Mutants and thunderians working together. How times have changed.”

“They have, old friend.”

Jaga looked up at the new voice and saw Lion-o coming through the door. He sighed and said, “Care to join us?”

Lion-o grabbed a stool and seated himself at the end of the bar on the other side of Jaga. He looked into his mentor’s eyes and said, “I’m sorry I snapped at you before, Jaga. If I hadn’t woken up in this adult body all those years ago, we might not be talking here today.”

Jaga held up a hand to silence him. “No, you were perfectly right to be angry with me. I shortened your life by twenty years.”

Lion-o sighed. “Maybe, but I can’t help thinking Mumm-Ra or the mutants would have shortened it more permanently.”

Jaga nodded. “I guess we’ll never truly know. I should have given you a chance.”

Lion-o looked into his eyes and said, “The past is the past, Jaga—we can’t change it, only learn from it.”

Jaga smiled slightly. “That sounds like something I would have said.”

“We didn’t call you ‘Jaga the Wise’ just because you’re old; You’re forgiven.”

Jaga looked sad. “Thank you, Lion-o.”

Lion-o changed the subject. “It’s great to have you back, old friend. I have so many questions to ask you, but I don’t know where to…”

Slinky screamed. “A SNARF!!!”

Skiffy spun around, dropped his caulking gun, and ran towards Slinky. Slinky produced a shotgun that was hidden behind the bar. WildKat, Jaga, and Lion-o looked towards the open door and saw Snarf standing there in shock with his mouth hanging open.

Slinky dodged her brother and made her way from behind the bar. “A SNARF! A SNARF! A SNARF! CanIkillitcanIkillitcanIkillit!” She shook with frustration as Skiffy stepped in front of her.

Skiffy looked sideways at the seated Thundercats and forcefully hissed, “Get that thing out of here now!”

Lion-o shouted to Snarf, “Better get back to the Hovercat.”

Snarf came back to his senses and frowned. “I beg your pardon? I have as much right…”

Slinky screamed and pumped a round into the chamber, making Snarf jump. Snarf spoke as quickly as he could, “I… I’ll wait for you back at the lair, snarf snarf.”

Skiffy was upset. “Slinky, give me the gun, yessss?”

Slinky had fire in her eyes. “No!”

“Give it up now, or I’ll send you on the first transport back to Plundarr!”

Slinky took a couple deep breaths and said, “Would you really, brother?”

Skiffy’s eyes opened wider. “Yes I would. Don’t you ever do that again!”

Slinky looked towards the floor, grabbed the gun by the end of the barrel and put the stock on the floor by Skiffy’s feet. Skiffy took the gun, unloaded the round, placed it back in the magazine, and dry-fired it. He looked up at Slinky again. “Not all snarfs are bad, okay?”

Slinky sighed and said, “Oh okay.”

Skiffy whispered to his sister. “That gun is for breaking up fights, so it’s loaded with blanks. That’s something no one else needs to know, yessss?” Skiffy also had live ammunition for a real emergency, but that was his own secret.

Slinky smirked. “Then you should have let me scare the snarf. Heeheeheehee!”

Skiffy chuckled. “You’re too much sometimes. You scared the little hairball enough. Let’s be nice to our guests, yessss?”

Slinky smiled evilly and went behind the bar to pour herself a glass of apple juice.

Skiffy walked over to the Thundercats. “I’m sorry about that. She had a bad experience with a snarf a long time ago.”

WildKat’s eyes were still wide. “What happened?”

“She lost an arm when a snarf shot her with her own gun. Okay, she was in a mutant raiding party and she was strangling it at the time, but that’s beside the point.”

Lion-o blinked and looked over at the smiling Slinky. “Huh? She has two arms.”

Skiffy scratched at his chin. “We’re reptiles, remember?”

Lion-o and WildKat looked closer and saw a crease halfway between her elbow and shoulder that was almost hidden by a gold band she wore on her left arm. The cats realized her left arm and hand were slightly smaller and must have regenerated. Lion-o said, “Oh.”

Skiffy said, “I have to get back to work. Enjoy your drinks.” He looked over at the teenagers that were staring at the scene, and they quietly resumed their work.

For the next half hour, Lion-o, Jaga, and WildKat sat in near silence. When they talked, it was about trivial things. They had no desire to discuss anything serious; they enjoyed the fact they were together again. Slinky joined in their conversation after some time, and they were eventually joined by Skiffy and the workers when they took a lunch break. Jaga finally opened up and had everyone hanging on his every word as he told stories about Thundera’s past. After awhile, they all agreed to walk together to ThunderManx’s house to gather the others before going to Cat’s Lair to discuss what should be done about the other Jaga and the aliens.

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