540/THUNDERCATS! HOOOOO!!!

THUNDERCATS! HOOOOO		!
Date of Scene:	21 May 2017
Location:	New Troy
Synopsis:	The Thundercats come together when Lion-O finds a spot of trouble. They also find an unlikely ally in Superman.
Cast of Characters:	277, 292, 283, Tygra, Superman

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Cheetara (277) has posed:
    In southside New Troy, there's a great deal of diversity in the area. And we all know what happens with diversity....and it's rarely positive, especially in the low income areas. So naturally, there are small pockets of gangs in the area, and perhaps some organized crime, but it's nothing like Gotham (especially now).

And this is where Lion-O happens to be. On the outskirts of one of the most futuristic cities in the world....and he's stuck in the low rent district, and while the sun is up.....a gunshot signals that the daytime doesn't necessarily mean 'safe'.

Lion-O (292) has posed:
As the leader of this pride of refugees, Lion-O had tried to make the best out of a desperate situation. It was heartening enough that their first encounters had been with benign inhabitants of their planet, but the lord of the Thundercats knew that was but only one face of this new world. No world was entirely good nor entirely evil, although he believed goodness could be found in almost anyone who had not yet surrendered his soul in bargain, like Mumm-Ra.

It was important to assess what this world looked like, to observe. They had brought attention to themselves through good deeds, which meant that others were aware of their presence in their midst. Observation was important, to walk among these people and to see their joys and their sorrows.

He was clad in his usual clothes, but in addition to the bodysuit there was now something called a 'hoodie' and 'sweatpants' in a depressing charcoal grey, suitable for going about unobserved. This had been one of the provisions brought in by that stranger who could have passed by one of his people. Lion-O availed himself of the clothes before Wilykat could go through them and appropriate a good number of them for himself.

As he walks through the area, bleaker than he imagined a new world would look, he has a slight pang of nostalgia. Walking around, hooded as he is, reminds him of the times he used to sneak out of the palace to walk among his father's subjects, going where he technically wasn't supposed to...

The smile is short-lived, as the loud rapport gets his attention. Muscles tense and his pupils focus. In a moment, he is dashing towards the origin of that sound...

Lion-O (292) has posed:
LOG NOTE: (Lion- means report. He's clearly high on catnip)

WilyKat (283) has posed:
Since waking up from his cat-nap and receiving a surprise transmission that included Tygra and Cheetara, Wilykat's been a bundle of activity around the makeshift campsite and tent that looks more like a miniature house. He's been waiting for Lion-O to come back, but it's been a while since the king departed. Where did he say he was going, again? Racking his brain for the name, he kept coming up empty.

Restless, and in his familiar attire - none of what Lion-O left behind looked that interesting, grumblegrowl - he skims around the clearing on his Berbil-made hoverboard. Back and forth, back and forth. "I should have stayed where I was. Things were a lot more interesting there, and there was so much more food." Food for others to buy or provide him with, that is. There's canned stuff, dried meat and other things, but..meh. "I hope something happens soon. This is boring."

He may be getting his wish soon.

Tygra has posed:
Since the video+voice conference with Cheetara and WilyKat earlier Tygra has felt more motivated than he has in quite some time. Upon closing down the Tiger immediately set to work on a way to get to them, it is risky, his idea, outright dangerous to deadly even but he is going to make it work. Besides, he has two Ro-Bear-Berbils helping him out, Bert and Glen. They're wizards when it comes to technology and jury-rigging salavage together.

Tygra wasn't always a techno-nut, it was a thing he denied like many of the Tiger Clan but all it took was a single new toy and it changed his life. Since then over the years Tygra has dove head first in to the world of tinkering, architecture, design and gadgetery, this will be one of his wildest stunts yet. Not that he can take all the credit.
A final thumbs up and goggles go down.

"Okay Berbil Bert. Kick it."


An explosion somewhere in Connecticut his (shorter) Wolverine style hair flattens back, cheeks peel with the G-force and sharp teeth are exposed. Tygra on a giant rocket, one of the former Thundercat's ship lift off rockets is soaring high in to the sky, spiraling wildly out of control. IT takes the straps and every muscle fiber on his body to hold him to the tube of fire, light and quickly burning fuel. "THUNDERCATS HOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!" He bellows. Not a battle cry no, a last wail of his pride, maybe his last words. This is something the Thunderkittens would be doing not him. Maybe even his dumb kid brother but not him. This is no joyful ride from where he is in Culver all th eway to Metropolis' New Troy, no, this is the kind of ride that adds years and grey hair on the weary.

Tears peel from his eyelids as he feels his lips slapping around, his body struggling to cling to the rocket; claws gripped in like hes a Garfield suction toy (only with much better stripes). The console piece from his own capsule has been installed on the rocket, its beeping louder, targeting, homing in on where his brethren are gathering. //I fanging told them I was going to be there. I told them.// Not that he intended to splatter against the City of Apricot's skyscrapers or the waters of the Atlantic. If he has to choose though...

"I have no visuals, Berbil Glen, home in on their previous signals... pick Cheetara."

No response but the rocket jerks and Tygra is screaming again as he plummets. High above the skies people will see the bright fire of the rockets afterburner and the trail of dark gagging smoke. No this is not an attack this is the best mode of travel Tygra could manage without a Panthro or proper time to make something functional happen.

Superman has posed:
Ever since becoming aware of the arrival of the space cats by watching Cheetara chase down a motorcycle to save a baby, Superman had been out on patrol. Her words had bothered him. Planet destroyed. No idea how many remain. Scattered. So, Kal El flew, listening for Cheetara's heartbeat and the sound of her tongue on the voice's of others. Needless to say that battle cry rings out loud and clear about the din of Earth's sounds, and he angles himself in for a better look. (Even though he's already zooming in his eyes sight to their location.)

Time to say hello and officially welcome them....

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    Just as Lion-O round a corner of a building he finds himself at a warehouse and.....smack dab in the middle of a gang war. the only one carrying a gun was the one being restrained. the rest of them were squaring off against each other.....at least until the gunman spots Lion-O...and the two holding him. "You picked the wrong part of town to walk into Pendejo." Even the universal translator takes a moment to translate the last word....which only translates to 'Whiskers'.

The gunman is let go, and they both move for Lion-O....as well as a few others...their territory war temporarily forgotten in the rule of 'No witnesses'.

Lion-O (292) has posed:
He was hopelessly outnumbered, it was perfectly clear. While confidence can be a poissitive quality, arrogance can lead you to disaster. He is only too familiar with what happens when you leap into combat against an unknown enemy- and, he had to admit, he knows nothing about the people of Earth and their natural talents. Jaga would say that the prudent option was to attain a better tactical position and call for reinforcements, because all kings are mortal.

Lion-O leaps through one of the windows of the warehouse, shattering it with his claw shield before leaping through. He wastes no time in taking stock of the interior and noticing multiple tiers and ladders. Excellent. He makes a quick dash towards one of the ladders to climb it. As he reaches the top, he looks for an opening on the roof. There. A skylight.

He reaches for the sword of omens, keeing his eyes on the doors and windows of the warehouse...

WilyKat (283) has posed:
"That's it!" Wilykat has just had a revelation, remembering where it was he thought Lion-O was going. That's about the same time he's looking up to see a truly strange sight: a rocket flying overhead! It's a bit too high up for him to make out much in the way of details, but as he stops the hoverboard in place and gapes at the sky, he follows the path in the direction of New Troy.

"Whiskers!" The cat vocabulary when it comes to slang is not too varied.

Then, the older (but still one of the youngest) Thundercats kicks it into overdrive, his ride gaining speed rapidly as he zips over the terrain as fast as he can make it go.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra now spirals rapidly downwards only his torso, arms and chest clutched to the rocket of awesome now turned rocket of doom. "Such a bad idea." He whispers to himself pretty sure he is going to slap against the side of a building or land on the hard roadways below. Also he is tasting the pheasant from earlier rising back up on the positive note he is RIGHT above the signals of the other Thundercats if Ro-Bear-Berbil Glen is keying this all in properly. Death by rockets and berbils, the last of the Tiger Clan... not a fitting end.

Superman has posed:
Oh, that doesn't look good at all. Superman focuses in on Tygra's spiraling aircraft.. spacecraft...catship - his catship. A blur and Clark levels beneath it for a smooth catch, grunting with the effort to stabilize the craft without jarring the passenger or ripping the hull. This, as he scans about for a goodly place to set it down... Right.. over.. THERE! That warehouse roof looks the right amount of flat and empty. Plus, gunshots. He'll be able to zip down and save whomeever from those bullets as soon as he saves this somekitty from the explosions.

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    One gunshot is all it takes for one gang to get into the warehouse. However, Lion-O is higher up already, so it'll take them a while to get to him. Since that gang is on the lower floors, they're shouting instructions to find the stair cases. Others are taking different entrances in, but Lion-O is MUCH more agile and faster than they are, so once he spots the skylight, regardless of who is on the roof, he does have time to call for help.

Plenty of time.....

Lion-O (292) has posed:
Placing himself behind some packing material, the Lord of the Thundercats is shielded, at least for now. Briefly wondering who might be within range of his call, Lion-O sets his feet squarely apart, aligned with his shoulders, and quickly wields the blade. The blade is raised over his head, reaching its full length in a burst of prismatic light.

"Thundercats HO!"

With that, the Eye of Thundera comes to life with a blast of intense ruby light, emitting a blinding beam of light through the skylight. There, in the sky, the emblem of the Thundercats is projected, accompanied by an eerie sound that sounds like the roar of some mighty cat from the dawn of time, ready to pounce on its prey. It's a roar that makes things react with sympathetic vibration.

WilyKat (283) has posed:
When the symbol appears in the sky, though it's a ways in the distance, there's a moment where Wilykat's attention latches onto it, almost a trance-like state that coincides with his eyes flashing as if reflecting the light from the Eye of Thundera's projection. "Lion-O," he says quietly.

Then, after almost riding his hoverboard into a tree, he shakes his head, zips his way back into civilization, dodges traffic, and heads in the direction of the nearest bridge to get over to this part of Metropolis. The Lord of the Thundercats needs his pride.

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    A decent distance away, Cheetara can feel the roar, and her eyes go straight to the sky...to see the Thundercats Symbol. her eyes and the symbol on her chest flash momentarily before she starts at a jog....into traffic, which is momentarily light in downtown. She gets honked at a couple of times.....

Until the drivers realize she's outrunning them.....on foot.

"You KNOW you're going slow when a chick can outrun you barefoot...."

he was going about 50 MPH....

Soon enough, Cheetara is there. The only reason anyone would know it...is the fact that the gunman fires a shot for no reason, and goes down in a heap...the pistol disappearing into the refuse bin....

Tygra has posed:
Tygra's descent stops abruptly. Stupid levels of abrupt. A professional catch from a superhero with a world leading record for snatching flying junk out of the air. Closer investigation reveals the missile is not a missile at all but the rocket off of a spaceship that has been retrofitted to be a very dangerous one man vehicle. It could almost appear like the crazy Tiger Man is joyriding.

Gibberish in Thunderian is fired at Superman (maybe its a thank you or several?). Tygra points at him and shouts flails towards the ground in expressive hand gestures and then belts out more alien lingo. It is very hard to take Tygra seriously when the hair on his head and the tufts on his shoulders are all roughly windswept in one direction in a perma-woosh. Currently even his eyelashes are all pointing to the left. He just looks ridiculous.

Then the call happens. /The/ call.
Tygra's eyes flash gold, a brilliant sudden shine of golden light and his demeanor changes. The rocket, the flying human all are forgotten as Tygra leaps off of it (fortunately a distance he will survive). His technique graceful, fluid, an aerialist and a whip is dancing around him. So stylish.

Superman has posed:
Superman was on his way to the ground. He really was. These sorts of things take a few seconds. Seconds he was spending torn between a gentle set down and shaking his head lightly - with an apologetic smile on his face - at Tygra.

Sorry, Tiger-man. I don't speak cat.

Then the call goes out and Superman pauses for a few heartbeats to look at it. It's long enough for Tygra to bolt.

With the passenger safe, Clark makes quicker work of putting the rocket down, muttering softly: "They have a cat-signal. Of course they have a cat-signal. If I was Ratman, would I have a rat-signal. Probably not. Seven, can you get me more information on this cat-signal thing. It's putting off a lot of interesting wavelengths. And see if there's a Thunderian primer, again. I'm about to start singing the Meow-Mix jingle at them out of desperation," Clark says for a bit louder at the end, while flying toward the gunshots.

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    Seven's voice is easily heard by Superman. "It registers on many wavelengths, but it also registers an alpha wave emission which is that 'roar' you heard. I am still trying to translate their speech."

"What the hell? Where the hell did this bitch come from? I have no idea glen. WHO THE HELL CARES! GIT 'ER!" Are the cries from the gang members.....

until the sound of plastic lands on the ground in front of them and explodes into smoke. VERY thick smoke that causes a lot of them to start coughing.

At least until the wall explodes and takes a portion of them out.....KO-ING them easily. And the most unsettling sound coming from the smoke can be heard......

The sound of Nunchuks twirling on a chain.

Those that can actually see in the smoke, can make out the shape of a rather large silhouette in it....and a deep voice rumbles out IN ENGLISH...."Didn't your mothers ever teach you to play nice?" And a red nunchuk flies out of the smoke and nails three of the gang members.

That's when Wilykit appears next to Lion-O. "You okay, Lion-O?"

Lion-O (292) has posed:
"I am fine, Wilykit, and incredibly glad to see you." Lion-O places an arm on the shoulder of the grown-up Thunderkitten. Leave it to the twins to get into malfunctioning pods- he has the impression that even if only one of them aged up, the other one would catch up by sheer spite. They couldn't possibly let the other get ahead without them. Speaking of which...

The lion's clear eyes look around in vain. He doesn't spot Tygra. But that doesn't mean anything, when it comes to his brother.

Lion-O points his sword and points at the ground, emitting a beam of heat from the blade of the sword and drawing a line that ends up just inches away from some of the few remaining thugs.

He speaks, andn the translator brodcasts: "I am Lion-O, and these are my people. You will surrender your weapons and bring trouble no more. This is your warning."

WilyKat (283) has posed:
Wilykat got a head start on the journey to New Troy, but the action might be over by the time he gets there! Wouldn't that just be fitting? Grown up and still missing the main fight. "Come on. Faster..faster." He crouches on the hoverboard to cut down on any wind resistance, getting a few honks along the way. The Flank is already in one hand, waiting to be used.

Finally, the area is coming into view. Signs of that rocket can be seen, other pockets of smoke rising. He finds a few knocked-out gang-bangers and throws a few smoke pellets at them in passing. "And stay down!" he taunts.

They don't hear him. They don't even cough. They're out cold, after all.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra is fast but not as fast as Superman (or even Cheetara). The only reason he can make it to the other Thundercats before the Man of Steel is because he stops to be careful about the Thunderian/Berbil rocketsled.

Tygra goes for the cool entrance, the one where he appears out of thin air behind the badguys and gives them a whiplashing that will make them miss their grandparent's thickest most holiest of belts.
"Miss me?" Suave attempt. Deep smooth Tiger voice and cool looks. Just pay no mind to the fact his hair is all lopsided. He doesn't give the other Thundercats time to respond to that, instead he leaps up and over one of the previous fallen crooks and bearhugs Lion-O and extends a hand to one of the nearest Thunderkittens, ruffling their hair.

Superman has posed:
"As soon as you have something, Seven, send it through, please," Kal says, seemingly to himself as he flies. Not quite on Tygra's heels, Superman flies in and assesses the situation, and counts how many are in this glaring of felinoids. Only Cheetara is familiar, and so he floats toward her, pausing a respectible distance away.

"Cheetara? You met with two reporter from the Daily Planet? Clark Kent and Lois Lane? They mentioned you and your family. I am Superman." Time to welcome the spacecats to Earth and see that they know how to stay as safe as possible.

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    "WHAT THE HELL!? A SWORD THAT SHOOTING FREAKING LASERS! I'M OUT!" One gang banger says and throw down his weapon, and puts his hands up. many of the remaining follow suit, but one had actually made it to Lion-O after Wilykit and.....once they see him, he tosses his blade away and offers Lion-O and Wilykit his hand to help them up, meaning no obvious harm.

While Superman floats down, the situation seems to be more or less under control, except for one. "THE HELL DO YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU'RE DOING!? GET YOUR ASSES UP AND KICK THESE PENDEJOS B-UUUURK!" The 'urk' being the fact that Panthro just lifted him off the ground with a nunchuku shot to the gut, and lifting him up by his neck. "I distinctly remember someone asking you to surrender. Now...I'm telling you."

*BAM*

And Panthro forces him to surrender by slamming his head into the wall, KO-ing him.

Cheetara tilts her head as she looks to Superman.....and thankfully, she had her translator in her ear this time. "You are.....SUperman. I am glad you are here to assist." She then sniffs a couple of times. "But...you smell familiar."

This is when Panthro turns towards Superman. "You're Superman, huh? I heard about you around Metropolis, but I fear I'm the only one that knows enough about your language to speak it correctly....I think. You know of Cheetara?" Panthro says pointing to Cheetara.

Lion-O (292) has posed:
Lion-O returns Tygra's hug, "I'm glad to see you too-" he says with a grin, the Sword of Omens had shown him that his brother was alive. It wasn't a matter of if, but of when they would catch up to each other again.

"I see Panthro's version of diplomacy remains as effective," says the young lord to Tyra, after letting go of the tiger. It is strange to hear Panthro speak the language of the Earthlings, and have it translated back to him by the portable translator. But now that they were together, he can help them handle communications better. Lion-O starts walking down the stairs when a flying man appears, and he looks briefly on guard before the swiftest of the swift calls him by name.

"Super-Man," Lion-O says after Panthro and Cheetara have spoken. He raises his hand in greeting. "I am Lion-O. We are newcomers to your world."

WilyKat (283) has posed:
As things are just about settled, a certain Thundercat's eyes go nearly as wide as saucers. No matter what it takes to get there, Wilykat departs the hoverboard and whether she gets much of a warning or not, Wilykit is suddenly being pounced. "Kit!" he exclaims, and like they did when they were truly kittens, there's rolling around and laughing and giggling, at least on Kat's side. It's been a long time coming, not just because of all the time it took to travel through space, both in and out of the stasis pods, but a good week or so of not knowing where she was even after they landed.

Tygra is spared the pounce, for now. Priorities. Besides, he's having a moment with Lion-O. There will be time to be confused at Panthro speaking the tongue of the natives here without the need for the translator, but siblings have a little catching up to do first. Even Superman gets to wait.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra isn't in possession of a translator. The English language is just fired back and forth over his ears, he doesn't really care right now. Thunderians are whats important. Not flying men or confused scrubs that hate even their own kind.
"Yes, Panthro is... Panthro." Tygra affirms, hands rested on his hips now. "All in one place. This is as it should be."

A polite bow is now given to Superman. That should be universal.

"The meaty one saved me from my own... stunt." A grin, sharp and toothy. Slowly he looks around taking count of them all, Cheetara gets her own hug as well. He promised after all. They're not long or lasting, they are not in just T-Cat company after all. Have to look tough and spacecatpeople macho.

Superman has posed:
Earth-blue eyes go to Panthro, a flicker of surprise heralds the warm smile.

"Well met, Panthro. Yes. I know of Cheetara. She mentioned your people's plight," he says to the English speaking feline before Lion-O adresses him through the translator.

"Welcome to Earth, Lion-O. Cheetara said as much, and that many of your kind may have been scattered. I wanted to inform you that I understand your circumstances from personal experience and that I would be more than willing to search for any more of your numbers. Do you have a safe haven yet? If not, I will offer the security of the Hall of JJustice until you can find a more permament place."

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    Kit is pounced and tumbled and everything, but in the middle of all of that, Kit is giving Kat a big hug....happy to see him as well.

Cheetara smiles to Panthro, and gives him a hug in greeting, and as soon as Panthro gives her a device, she walks over to Tygra, and gives him a translator device. "Put it on, Tygra. I know you're stubborn, but.....at least use it to follow the conversation." She whispers to Tygra.

This is when Panthro speaks up. "Thank you, Superman. We'll use it as a temporary haven as we build the Cat's Lair for us." He then looks to Tygra as Superman flies off...knowing they're safe. "Speaking of which, Tygra, Kit and I managed to find where the flagship crashed. Jaga didn't make it. But the Thundertank did. If you'll help me out, we'll get the materials from the Flagship to where the Cat's Lair will be built. Kit and I have already found a suitable, out-of-the-way, and easily defensable place for us. I'll need your expertise in engineering to help, Tygra."

Lion-O (292) has posed:
Lion-O lets Panthro speak with the flying man, thanks to his fluency. Once arrangements are made, he approaches Panthro and Cheetarah and greets Cheetara and Panthro, "I would like to know how you've come to speak their language so fluently, old friend. You have us all for willing students."

He smirks and looks over to Tygra, whom Cheetara is trying to convince to wear his translator. "Especially for Tygra's sake. We should probably head to this Hall now..." something clicks in his brain, and he turns to look back at Tygra.

"What 'stunt' was this you spoke of, brother?"

WilyKat (283) has posed:
While the others are finishing up their discussion with Superman and talking about a new Cat's Lair and other plans, WilyKat and WilyKit are just crouched or sitting off to one side rapid-fire chatting so they can catch up on important news. Or, in Kat's case, a lot of random, often meaningless stuff he's seen. Maybe he's the only one doing the speed-talking. Tails even go side to side with their combined excitement.

Tygra has posed:
Tygra looks at the translator then at Cheetara, one of those smooth chuckles escapes him, "I think I am okay. I want to actually learn their language, the translator doesn't help with that. Not if I am wearing at least, the back and forth conversation with you guys will give me an idea of what is being said." The object is tucked back in to Cheetara's hand. Stubborn, absolutely. "I trust you, Panthro and Lion-O can handle the diplomacy here."

Panthro gets a nod, "Yes, the location is close to where I and several surviving Berbils gathered together a good portion of New Thunderan salvage. It will work out nicely. We've collected a lot of resources but I wasn't about to try and begin building with you. I've only laid out designs. We can manage there nicely."

"We're going to a human location? Is it wise?" He'll go, even if he questions Lion-O. He always ends up going along with the rest of them against his better judgement or angst.
Oh! Hah... Ill tell you that story while we walk. I wont be doing it again... ever. Hopefully.

Cheetara (277) has posed:
    "So far, the ones I have met were very accomodating....with the exception of them." Cheetara says softly. "PLus, I have a feeling about the flying human that helped us." Cheetara smiles towards Lion-O. "I think I know where this 'Hall of Justice' is too....and it's close by."

Panthro just smirks at Lion-O. "I'm a lot more traveled than you all are, if you remember. Which means, more languages, including earth-native. Let's follow Cheetara to the Hall of Justice while the Cat's Lair is built, and I'll bring the Thundertank by in the morning."

Lion-O (292) has posed:
"I trust Cheetarah's judgement," Lion-O says to his brother, which he knows is a good way to get the tiger to yield. Tigers are cunning, and the lion has learned some of it from growing up with an older brother of the clan. "Lead us to the Hall. And my brother can tell all of us of this stunt."

He pauses and can't stand it any longer. He reaches over and tries to even Tygra's hair by brushing it to the *right* with a paw. But evidently the wind was so strong that, for the moment, Tygra is a left-sided tiger. "I hope they have combs at this hall..." he says, before they make their way out.