“Ah! If I was younger I might be afraid, now I relish the challenge!” Roth replied.
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It was early the next day that Ambrose, Roth, Gregor, and Gwayne exited the ship. They then started heading toward a small village they had seen beside the pyramid.
The closer they got the more Ambrose thought that this direct meeting was bad idea. Stopping the others, Ambrose wondered if he could use his ability. Shrugging he thought it was worth a try.
Searching through his memories Ambrose concentrated on Timora. [Timora? Can you hear me?] Ambrose thought. He shook his head about to move on when he heard a weak answer.
[Lord sir? Is that you?] came the weak though steadily growing stronger thoughts of Timora.
[Yes!] Replied an excited Ambrose. “We have discovered a cure for that which is killing your people. You said your father is a great healer? We need to give this to him, so he can start to heal as many as possible. I only have enough right now for thirty three people after you and your father.] Ambrose explained to her.
[Thank you lord sir, how can I be of help?] came Timora’s question.
[Please bring your father to where we met. Also if you can you bring some of that metal that your necklace was made of?] Ambrose asked hoping she might be able to help.
[Yes lord sir, though I can’t get a lot of it. I will get as much as I can.] A happy Timora said.
[Good, we’ll be waiting please tell him nothing.] Ambrose replied.
[I will do as you ask Lord sir.] Timora thought. Nodding Ambrose broke off the communication.
Heading back to the ship they had to avoid what appeared to be a patrol. Though Ambrose thought they looked more like a Xendran hunting party.
It was perhaps a half toton later that they all heard footsteps. Then they heard an adult male’s voice, followed by Timora’s
Timora had brought her father the long way. She kept the out cropping of rock between them and the lord as she called him. Her father was wondering what this emergency was asking her the whole way who was hurt.
Rounding the outcropping his mouth dropped open when he saw the over half buried ship. Then four cat people like creatures stepped out of the shadows. Pulling his daughter behind him he quieted her as she started to protest.
Pulling his knife the man threatened as he tried to back away. “I know not who or WHAT you four are but I will defend my daughter to the death!
Ambrose nodded as he stepped away from the others. “We intend neither you nor your people any harm. We have found what is killing all of you. We wish to give it to you, that you might heal them.”
“Why!?” The man spit out his own frustration at the death of the people weighing on him. “We know nothing of you, or you of us now…”
“You are a proud strong people very smart, far smarter than any other around. Your people and mine are related somewhat. It is this kinship that we wish to extend to you. To save all of you.” Ambrose said keeping a safe distance from the man.
“As I said I know you not I…” The man began then started to collapse, Timora screaming as she tried to hold her father up. Ambrose was there in a flash lowering the man to the ground.
“NO! Father!” Timora screamed as she looked at Ambrose. “Please, Lord sir. Please save my father. He is all I have left, please!”
Ambrose looked at the white faced man seeing the fever that was starting to rage through his body. “Alright back away Timora. I need all of you to help hold him down.”
Drawing four units of plasma Ambrose injected it into the fevered man’s arm. Less than a quarter specton later the man’s body started to convulse threatening to throw all four of them off. Another two spectons the man’s body finally stilled then the breathing settled evening out.
Sighing Ambrose nodded to the others then turned to Timora. “He should be better soon. It appears we were in time. The thing is we also need to put the cure into you also.”
“I have had no signs of the sickness. Are you sure Lord sir?” Timora asked more worried for her father than herself.
“Yes I am afraid so. Please lay here so we can start.” Ambrose told her. Nodding she laid down readying herself.
Nodding to the others Ambrose injected her. Timora laid there a full two spectons when she started to convulse. Letting loose an ear splitting scream then she was still. Checking her Ambrose nodded then checked her father.
The man groaned before Ambrose reached him. “What has happened?” He weakly said.
“You became feverish passing out.” Ambrose informed him.
“Timora!” The man suddenly said seeing her next to him. “I have to…”
“Lay there a while longer,” Ambrose said placing a paw on the man’s chest.
When the man only stared at it Ambrose nodded. Concentrating, he quickly shifted to his human form. The man’s eyes flew wide as he whispered. “Cit-Chac-Coh!”
Oh shit Ambrose thought, here we go again.