Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 31 Date: 1 Dec 1999 11:23:00 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! FREE SOFTWARE DOES ALL THE TYPING FOR YOU! Tired of filling out forms and remembering passwords? Gator fills in forms and passwords with just one click! Comes with $50 in free coupons! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 3 messages in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. Re: fan fic From: "Norma Widener" 2. Re: fan fic From: Arthur Kraft 3. Re: fan fic To Felicia From: "David Noble" _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 15:54:02 -0500 From: "Norma Widener" Subject: Re: fan fic Here you go. 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> ===== Arthur Kraft AKraft's Information Systems Homepage: http://users.intermediatn.net/akraftsinfosys/akraftsinfosys.htm Primary: mailto:akraftsinfosys@intermediatn.net Secondary: mailto:earthurk_iii@yahoo.com My Yahoo Profile: http://profiles.yahoo.com/EArthurK_III My ICQ Communication Center: http://users.intermediatn.net/akraftsinfosys/frames/icqcenter.html __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. Yahoo! Shopping: http://shopping.yahoo.com _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 3 Date: Tue, 30 Nov 1999 22:46:52 PST From: "David Noble" Subject: Re: fan fic To Felicia Hello Felicia, I don't mean to upset you, but what we're reading is still a great mass of Java. Why not send your file as an attchment or paste the english text to the message or have you done already? David _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 32 Date: 2 Dec 1999 11:45:00 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! FREE SOFTWARE DOES ALL THE TYPING FOR YOU! Tired of filling out forms and remembering passwords? Gator fills in forms and passwords with just one click! Comes with $50 in free coupons! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. Re: fan fic To Felicia From: Don Redmond 2. Re: fan fic To Felicia From: "David Noble" _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 18:04:08 -0600 From: Don Redmond Subject: Re: fan fic To Felicia >From: "David Noble" > > >Hello Felicia, > >I don't mean to upset you, but what we're reading is still a great mass of >Java. Why not send your file as an attchment or paste the english text to >the message or have you done already? > >David > > Let me confuse the issue. I got her file as an attachement and opened as such. It is perfectly readable (modulo my printer being in desparate need of a toner cartridge.) I've had no problem, but I don't know what makes me different. Peace, Don _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 22:49:17 PST From: "David Noble" Subject: Re: fan fic To Felicia >Let me confuse the issue. I got her file as an attachement and opened as >such. It is >perfectly readable (modulo my printer being in desparate need of a toner >cartridge.) >I've had no problem, but I don't know what makes me different. > >Peace, > >Don Well I got her story pasted on her message, not as an attachment. There's a difference. The pasting status probably was different, but I thought hotmail could get anything in clear words. David _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 33 Date: 3 Dec 1999 11:26:24 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! FREE SOFTWARE DOES ALL THE TYPING FOR YOU! Tired of filling out forms and remembering passwords? Gator fills in forms and passwords with just one click! Comes with $50 in free coupons! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. Re: fan fic To Felicia From: "Jake Clawson" _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Thu, 02 Dec 1999 12:15:05 PST From: "Jake Clawson" Subject: Re: fan fic To Felicia I got a mass of chaos too. Maybe if those of you who got it as an attachment could send it to me as an imbedded story... :) >From: "David Noble" >Reply-To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com >To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com >Subject: Re: [SWATKats_FanFic] fan fic To Felicia >Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 22:49:17 PST > > >>Let me confuse the issue. I got her file as an attachement and opened as >>such. It is >>perfectly readable (modulo my printer being in desparate need of a toner >>cartridge.) >>I've had no problem, but I don't know what makes me different. >> >>Peace, >> >>Don > >Well I got her story pasted on her message, not as an attachment. There's a >difference. The pasting status probably was different, but I thought >hotmail >could get anything in clear words. > >David > >------------------------------------------------------------------------ >FAQ/ Rules: >http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ><< text3.html >> _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 34 Date: 22 Dec 1999 11:02:52 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Register now and you could win a Volkswagen New Beetle at LiQ.com! Click below, 'cause it's going fast! While you're at it, check out our great entertainment products at fantastic prices! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There are 2 messages in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. Phurranha Part one From: "David Noble" 2. Phurranha Part two From: "David Noble" _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 00:13:50 PST From: "David Noble" Subject: Phurranha Part one Series: Phurranha Title: Anonymous subversions Author: David Noble E-Mail: Dnoble49@hotmail.com Status: New Dates: Nov 24-30 Notes: Phurranha (Tipo Marino) is my own character as is the hangar idea my own idea. If anyone wants to use my character or anything out of my story, please let me know. Other than that, enjoy the story. On a cloudy day, a freighter crew kats were aiming their rifles at what they thought were the scaled eels who had attacked two oil importing ships before. Then the waters around were calm. “Nothing’s here, captain. It looks like the animal went back down,” said one of the crew. “I hope so. Those eels were after oil and we’re shipping in fish and shellfish, so we should be safe,” the captain added assurringly. Suddenly, the freighter shifted sideways by a thud that caused the crew to roll over or grasp on the rails. “This eel’s not after oil today!” another of the crew said. The ship then moved back in place due to the water pressure and weight of the uplifted side. A great whale popped out of nowhere and chopped its way though the shields and into the supplies. Water started flowing, causing the craft to sink slowly. “Say your prayers, boys! Get to the lifeboats.” But the lifeboats were on the whale’s side. The Turbokat appeared and swung around. The SWAT Kats saw the trouble. “We’re going to help you guys. Get into the lifeboats, unleash the hooks and we’ll bring you away from the ship.” Razor spoke on his intercom. The crew did as they were told and the grabbling hooks brought them to safety. The crew waved thanks. The SKs did the same. “Come on, Razor! We’ve got a fish thief to catch!” T-Bone said. Razor prepared to lock on in the whale. Then the whale turned from his claimed booty and headed down for the crew kats. “Oh no! Captain, we’ve still got that beast after us!” The crew grabbed hold of each other as the giant fish opened his jaws ready to devour. Suddenly, three darts simultaneously pierced the whale’s side, one of them in his gills. The whale suffocated and keeled over. The crew cheered. “We’re saved, but I know it wasn’t the SWAT Kats who saved our tails, captain.” “Well, I’d say thanks to whoever it was.” Not too far away, the hull of a blue-green nuclear sub surfaced the waters. The craft had on both sides, a silver-blue piranha. A yellow-orange tom-kat lifted the canopy and looked out. “Glad their furs are all cleared out. That creature almost got more than he bargained for,” he said to himself in a light Italian accent. He recognized the floating wreckage. “I don’t think the cost for fish is going to be cheap,” he jested. He then submerged and headed back. Razor’s eyes squinted. “Who was that no gooder taking my place in shooting that animal? I had my missiles aimed and locked!” He pounded his fist on the control panel. “I don’t know buddy, but it looks like we’ve got a new hero in MKC or on the ocean.” T-Bone was calmer in his voice, but was a little concerned about this strange being. “Or a hero *wannabe*! Anyway, I don’t like him. He could outrival me in shooting.” “Relax kid, you can’t shoot them all and win everytime. I won’t deny he’s a good shooter like you. That’s just the way it is.” “Thanks for the pep talk, T-Bone. Now I’m going to be second best shooter!” “Stop being overly suspicious, please! I’ve told you many times before to get this hero mumbo-jumbo out of your skull. He fights on the sea and we fight on air or on land. I still think you’re an excellent shooter, buddy.” Razor was a little calmed. “Thanks T-Bone. We’d better go back, now. The fish is starting to stink and I think the enforcers are going to have a whale of a time with this *katastrophe*. T-Bone laughed. “Rodger that!” They headed back to their hangar as enforcer choppers and jets appeared. They saw the floating ship and the dead whale. “We’d better tow this baby back to shore. Isn’t this a shame,” one of the enforcers said. “Looks like the SWAT Kats really did a job here. This fish doesn’t look edible.” Then they noticed the three darts. “I wonder if they have weapons that fire three at one stroke.” “They can do anything they want. They’re very good vigilantes. Well, let call the carrier and crate this massive steel and this whale to shore.” ********* The unknown kat reached the shore where his sub’s garage was kept. He selected the tractor wheels that opened out and drove inside. The ceiling lights flashed on, and the brave warrior kat jumped out. “Now that’s taken care of. Seas are most quiet when there’s hazards.” He was not one of those heroes who congratulated themselves or wanted praise. His accepted his praise in the satisfaction of defeat. He showered and changed into a mountain shirt with sky-blue jeans. He looked at his work schedule. It read that Tipo Marino was off that day and woodshop was one of his best-loved occupations. He took a wooden frame he had made and looked at the picture of him as an enforcer not so long ago. “Ah, those days! That commander.” He sat down to a plate of shrimp pasta and looked at his enforcer’s days as beloved and at the same time hellish days. Two years ago, Tipo was an officer working with the artillery tanks. He was an exact fierier to the other enforcers. One day, the Pastmaster had brought a stegosaurus in the streets. Tipo fired out of line of the other enforcers. Feral was mad. “Young man, I’ve told you to wait on my cue!” “Your cue? Of course and wait and let the dinosaur turn civilization into rumbles!” Tipo spoke back. “Who are you talking to, Tipo? You haven’t the patience to be an officer. You’ll have to go back to being a rookie.” Tipo was losing his patience. “And you don’t have the heart of true protector. I refuse to have my name disgraced. I’m leaving the enforcers before you can say ‘you’re fired!’” Feral gnashed his teeth. “Get out of my face, you no gooder!” Tipo felt his heart lose strength. He left with a sad heart. Feral then turned to his enforcers. “Any kat who has a problem, he and I can take care of it!” “Yes sir!” They said in unison. Tipo put his face in his paw. “If I could, I’d rive Feral in half!” He turned on his ‘Journey’ music on to raise his broken spirits. He felt that he needed a friend to comfort him. ********* In the garage, Razor removed his helmet and mask and was shown as Jake. Chance was already there. Jake checked his missile alignments and tested their motions. “Aimed right where I wanted! There must be someone out there trying to imitate us.” “Jake, what’s wrong with you? We don’t know who he is!” Chance said, checking the circuit connections. “What I don’t know won’t hurt me!” Jake answered, but tried to ignore Chance’s talk of the new hero. Chance noticed a twenty-five old message stuck to a wall. He read it. ‘I hope that this hangar that my associates and I built will benefit any kat who uses it. The enforcers have been suspicious of our secret identities and us. If we were free from enforcer intervention, I would give this as an inheritance to my son Tipo. Signed, Signor Marino.’ “Hey, Jake! Do you suppose there could have been SWAT Kats prior to us? This hangar was already here when you had a slip down the floor door. I had to take care of you when you broke your leg.” “I remember. I thought I was falling into a cavern. You came to me and with a flashlight and we found out this was a hangar. But remember, we remodeled it with the technical necessities by my idea!” “Where’s the sweet, oh I mean, the humble hearted Jake I knew?” Chance asked. Jake closed the armor and walked over to Chance. “I haven’t changed my nature, thank you! I just believe that my shooting is imsurpassible.” Chance patted Jake’s shoulder. “Jake, I shoot too and your skills are as good as your abilities permit. I don’t want to talk anymore about this fellow, ok?” Jake nodded. They both walked up to their on ground abode. “Do you want to go to the public pool today?” Chance asked, giving Jake a pineapple slush. “Sure. The storm’s over! Our work is finished. Let’s see what we got on the news.” Chance turned on the TV and Ann Gora gave the broadcast. “It seems like we’ve had a shipwreck about one kilometer from the harbor. The ship’s crew claims that there is an anonymous hero, not the SWAT Kats, who shot the whale dead before it devoured them. Weaponry analysts are looking for clues.” “Why it was that prowler we noticed earlier today!” Jake shot out, throwing his slush at the TV. “Relax Jake. TVs aren’t made for that!” “Like you should know! Everyone should know about us even him. What if he’s copying my trademark?” Chance squeezed his paw into a fist. “If he is, I’ll teach him a lesson! If he isn’t, we have to let him do his job. Besides he fights on the sea.” “Much comfort!” Jake retorted as walked off. “Listen Jake, we’re SWAT Kats. He might be his own single fighting force.” Jake sighed. “I guess you’re right. I don’t know why I’m acting this way. I just hope I don’t see him again. I’m jealous enough as is.” “Let’s get to the pool now before you start burning up!” Chance and Jake changed and rode off. ********* Meanwhile the Pastmaster flashed his way to the late Mesozoic era where he summoned eel-shaped land-water mammas named the Mosasaurs. “Come my pets! I can have MKC by surrounding the waters around it.” He waved his enchanted timer and the animals came. Then the portal sucked them all up and disappeared. ********* At the pool, Chance and Jake walked over to the racing course. “Want to have a race, buddy?” Jake asked cunningly. “Sure thing? I’ll speed you at two minutes front to back!” Chance boasted “You’re on!” The two kats dived in together like ships being launched. They both desperately tried to breathe sparingly as Chance kept his eyes at the starting point and performed some wonderful arm strokes. He beat Jake at the first point. Jake pushed himself forward from the wall by his feet like a rocket for some boost. Jake did some breaststrokes to gain a few inches ahead. His legs gave him some extra increase. Jake raised his paw to the starting point and cheered. “You switched strokes on purpose! You cheated!” Chance lightly growled. “Sometimes you’ve got to cheat to beat.” Jake said cleverly. “If this were not a public pool, I’d take you by the throat, mister.” Chance pretended to show his claws. Jake patted them down. “Relax pal, this is a public facility. We both won at our own point, so we’re equal.” “Whatever you say, coach. Let’s so shower and get dressed.” When they went back to their lockers, Jake’s comm. beeped. “Yes Miss Briggs?” Jake asked. “I think we’ve got a problem at the coast guys! The Pastmaster’s brought a round a stegosaurus’s surrounding MKC.” “We’ll be right down, Miss Briggs! Chance, we’ve got trouble at sea again. This time it’s the Pastmaster!” “No problem! Let’s go and if we see the *king* of the sea again, try not to be envious.” Jake dropped his shoulders and sighed. “He’ll be there alright.” They headed for their hangar, changed and sped off. ********* Tipo received a signal of danger on seas and like the SKs, changed back into his armor and launched away. He saw the Mosasours crowding around the city shores. They were jetting out poison from their gills and at the enforcers and catching the choppers where their jaws. “Now those are hideous looking mammals! Better give these eels a real shock!” He sped up close enough to meet his weapon’s distance capacity and checked his on scanner for level. The scanning presented at three Mosasours in the heart. “Darts launch!” Three of the targeted dinosaurs screamed and keeled over deed. Pastmaster cried out, “No! It’s the SKs. Wait! They’re not here yet! No big deal! Mosasours, attack MKC!” Finally, the SKs did come. “Yep, the Pastmaster’s back. Hope we’re not sucked back in history, pal.” T-Bone said, holding the jet in place. “Yeah. Those monsters are definitely prehistoric and definitely pissed.” One of them snapped at the Turbokat. “Sorry, we’re not food! Pincher missiles deploy!” Four were set off and three were choked, but one of them swerved out of the way. “Crud! That creep must have some special instinct. Guess early mammals aren’t so dumb, huh?” T-Bone said and aimed an octopus missile at the last one’s heart. Razor noticed Tipo’s sub rising up. “Affirmative! And look what we’ve got here. *Captain Nemo’s* back. Time to crack his fish rack!” Razor growled and aimed some missiles at the craft, but didn’t intended for them to hit the sub. “Lord, is he insane? I’m a good guy!” Tipo cried and swerved out of the way in the nick of time before he was hit. T-Bone rolled the jet in circles, which made Razor feel a bit unconscious. “Razor, are you out of your mind? Now you’re *acting* like a villain!” T-Bone yelled. Razor grabbed his intercom and signaled for Tipo to take a message. “Looks like I’m in trouble. Great!” Tipo grumbled as he hit the switch. “Hello?” “Listen bud! I don’t know who you are, but back off! The SKs are handling this!” Razor snapped. “Another Feral no doubt! I’ve heard of you and we have different jobs all right? You fight the city, and I fight the seas ok? I’ve fought beasts and criminals on the sea more than you have. So don’t be trying to sink good kats. Phurranha out!” Razor threw down his intercom. “Arrogant son of a rogue!” Razor was steaming so much T-Bone swore he could feel himself sweating. “Chill out, Razor. Don’t set this craft on fire! We’ll deal with him later.” T-Bone saw the Pastmaster and two more Mosasours heading in the city. They blasted over where the beasts were being confronted by the enforcers. The bazookas were able to electrocute the beasts, but not stop them. “Don’t waste your fires, enforcers! The SKs have fled and I can feel Megalith City in the palm of my paws!” “Let’s bring these evil seals a taste of freeze fluid!” T-Bone suggested. The steel doors opened and the freezer canon was directed. The ancient fish spat at the SKs. One of them came face to face with T-Bone. “Come on, pal! Come and get me,” he tempted. Razor set off the freeze fluid that froze the monster in a block of ice. The last one was not so easy. Pastmaster rode on its head. “Devour these meddlers my pet.” Pastmaster put a spell on him and the Mosasour had wings. “Ah oh, Razor. We’d better make this last one extinct before he chops us!” “Sure thing. Releasing fluid, now!” But the Pastmaster set off a flash that melted the ice in the instrument. T-Bone heaved a grunt. “Any new ideas, Razor?” he asked. “Yeah! Head for Anakata Island. The volcano’s going to erupt in about two minutes! Fly right over the tip within one split second before the magma gushes out!” “Razor, I’ve told you many times you’re crazier than I am, but your foolhardy ideas seem the only way out. We’d better hurry!” The flying Mosasour was following them close up. T-Bone tried desperately to dodge the spat fluid. They reached up close to the volcano. “Volcano erupts now!” Razor announced. The Turbokat made it over the last edge within a second as the lava blazed upwards and killed the beast’s nerves. He fell motionless into the pit. Pastmaster leaped off in time. “Yahoo! We did it!” Razor shouted slapping T-Bone on the back. “Yeah. I can already smell that prehistoric fried fish. We made the extinct really extinct and with a little help from Phurranha.” “Oh him! Let’s head back to the ocean so I can drown his scales!” “Razor, I don’t know why I don’t tie your paws behind your back.” T-Bone sighed. ********* Back on the ocean, Razor radiated on any sub that might appeared. Phurranha waited for them and pulled up. He released his canopy and showed himself. T-Bone did the same. “Ok here I am, now what do you want.” Razor crossed his arms. “Look son, we’re the SKs. I’m T-Bone and he’s Razor. I came here to thank you for helping us out, but Razor thinks we could have made it on our own.” “No thanks needed. I’m Phurranha, fighter of the seas.” “That sounds kind of proud!” Razor humped. “I don’t have pride, I have courage and results like you two do.” T-Bone became suspicious. “Razor do you think this guy knows something about us.” “Probably stole our trade more like.” “Maybe we’d better talk to this tom. He might know something we don’t.” “Hey Phurranha! Why don’t we go to your place where we can talk.” Razor snorted. “But we’re together here. Can’t we just talk out here?” “We could, but we’d be wasting fuel.” T-Bone said. Phurranha was worried that they might be spies, but he looked at T-Bone’s smiling face. “Come on, buddy. The SKs are heroes and don’t kill or steal good people’s secrets.” Phurranha gave a weak smile. “Oh all right. Follow me.” He submerged a little leaving the haul for them to see. The SKs followed the sub and very curious to whom this hero is. To be continued. _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 2 Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 00:22:13 PST From: "David Noble" Subject: Phurranha Part two Series: Phurranha Title: Hangar thieves Author: David Noble E-Mail: Dnoble49@hotmail.com Status: New Dates: Nov 30-Dec 14 Notes: Main character Phurranha is my own as are the other characters that are not part of the original SWAT Kats show. The SKs followed Phurranha to his base on the shore. They saw the tank ridges that emerged from the hulls. “This guy’s really got something if he can invent a craft like that all by himself.” T-Bone pointed out. Razor humped. “I told you he copy kated us. I knew he was tricky.” Phurranha drove into his garage. “It’s better than leaving subs in water where they could tarnish quickly.” Phurranha said, as he closed his canopy. T-Bone shook his paw. “I’m T-Bone, nice to meet you, eh, what’s your name?” “I’m Phurranha.” “Nice name. Suits you.” “Pleased. And you must be Razor?” He offered Razor his paw. Razor usually shook paws with people he met, but those he was distant with those he was suspicious of. Phurranha was one of those kats, so Razor just waved. Phurranha sighed and felt hurt. T-Bone put his paw on his shoulder. “No offense, buddy. He’ll get used to yeh. Well, enough greetings, who are you?” “I’m a ocean pilot for aqua combat. My sub is a nuclear M-12.” “Nuclear, huh? That could take you half across the globe without refueling!” “Yeah. Nuclear engines are pretty self-propellant and mine travels Mach 2.” “Good, same as our Turbokat. Well, why did you decide to become a crime fighter?” “My dad always loved the ocean and we used to take many trips and go scuba-diving at Anakata Island. You know how clear the waters are, like seeing an underwater sunny sky. I loved submarines when I was a bambino, Italian for child. Well, I observed how submarines were designed and how they are driven. I went to classes on them, but the information wasn’t needed since there were no villains on the sea until the Pastmaster came along.” Razor listened and softened up only a little. “So would you call your studies wasted?” “What question is that? Would I be a sub pilot if they were wasted?” “Sorry. Anyway what did you do with your early years?” “I was an enforcer for Feral. It seems everyone wants to be an enforcer, risking the pain that comes with it. I think it’s foolish. I got into a fight with him about me firing off cue, when it was my call. I quit before he said ‘you’re fired!’ I don’t like taking humiliation from a nobody.” T-Bone gave him a high five. “Neither do I. So you left and you found the material to build a sub?” “Yes. Professor Hackle and his crew offered to help me, but I managed most of it on my own. I call myself Phurranha as a relation to the fur eating fish. It’s quite a vicious mammal.” Razor shivered. “I’d definitely not want to be fish bait. We eat the fish, the fish not us?” “They don’t think so.” “Anyway, what about your father?” T-Bone asked. “He worked at the salvage yard after commander Jacques Gerard made him leave the enforcers. Feral was still a kid back then. He and his employees built an underground hangar and fought crime on their own whenever necessary.” “Wait a minute. Your dad built an underground hangar?” T-Bone asked anxiously. “Si. They called themselves the Victor Squadron. The enforcers almost caught them, so they headed out, hoping some kat would take over in the future. I’ve always wondered what would happen to that hangar. Maybe it’s just dusty walls and an old jet that’s obviously outdated.” “Phurranha, I want to show you something! Hop in the Turbokat!” T-Bone grabbed Phurranha. He sat behind Razor and saw many switches and operating buttons. “Don’t you touch one! You may be an aqua fighter, but you don’t know anything about the Turbokat.” Razor warned, pointing his finger. “Sure thing. Don’t be so angry, be calm.” Razor grinned as he thought he could put some defeat on Phurranha. “As long as you keep your hands to yourself, everything’s cool.” Phurranha crossed his arms. T-Bone headed back home. ********* On a Katamaran Trawler with water and air compartments for submersion, five hoods were preparing their guns and spear guns. “It seems like the SWAT Kats as they’re called have continued what we started all those years back!” one of them said, spitting out tobacco. “We’d better find out who they are. Without that pesky Jacques, we can have that hangar back and evacuate those feline thieves.” The two talking kats tapped liqueur bottles together. “But then there’s Feral who’s even more inquisitive and suspicious than Jacques,” said a third. “You’ll see. He was a brat who couldn’t accept the significance of right and wrong. Now he can’t accept the importance of the innocent and is still weak in the head.” An enforcer crew scoured the site. “Attention, perpetrators! You’re under arrest for attempt of terrorism!” “Let’s hit ‘em!” The rascals fired their spears and rifles at the enforcers. Some of the choppers were hit, but kept on shooting. Three shots hit the ocean craft. “Don’t vandalize our property!” One of them activated a grenade designed to explode in ten seconds and tossed it in one of the helicopters. “Get out, now!” The pilot grabbed his partner and jumped out in the nick of time before the grenade went off. A cloud of yellow-black smokes burst and sparks went flying like fireworks. The enforcers fired out in fury, but the Katamaran Trawler sped away and submerged at 12 knots like a trout leaving a rippled trail with a train of light beams. The officers stopped firing. “Better call Feral and tell him the situation.” “He already knows.” Feral did come by. “Any trouble here, men?” “Five criminals in a craft submerged and exploded one of the choppers.” “Always got plenty. What did they demand?” “They were planning to find out the SWAT Kats hangar, sir.” Feral frowned. “Great, looks like I’m in trouble! Did you by chance see who this sea hero was the captain told you about?” “No sir.” Feral pondered. The thugs headed down to Phurranha’s base. “So this must be where the crime fighter about on the ocean hangs out! I’ve heard many kats talk about him!” “We don’t need crime fighters, sky, land, or sea. Time to sink his ship!” Several grenades were discharged on the sub’s hangar. They crashed his base and the halls of the submarine were greatly dented. Nuclear source from the tanks leaked out and a great puff of green-yellow smoke filled the area. They gave each other fives. “Now that’s what I call nuclear-reactivity! The MotherF***er will *wail* his loss.” “Too bad for the king of the seas! Now let’s go!” Broad wings with ramjet engines emerged from their craft’s hulls and lifted it away before Feral rode over after noticing the blazing wreck. His eyes popped out. “Extinguish it! This must be a base.” The enforcers hosed down the area. Much of the garage was blown away and Feral saw a sub bent and almost cracked in separate parts. “Holy kats! Whoever owned this place and this craft will certainly be repaid by me.” “Sir, I think you might want to look at this.” An enforcer showed him a pile of darts and two giant guns shaped like the Poseidon staff. “Oh yeah. Now I understand clearly what the captain said.” Feral noticed a piranha sign on a slab and nuclear fluid. “Ah oh. Better get this crud sucked up fast. Tow the craft away and junk it. I need to find out who this hero is!” The enforcers saluted and cleared away the heap and the wreckage. ********* Phurranha looked out as he rode over the salvage yard, where he saw tiers of cars on top of each other. “Looks like the cars are piling high to be the best,” he joked. “But this looks like a regular salvage yard, even though the biggest I’ve seen. Chance and Jake are in charge of it. Where’s the hangar?” “Wait until you see it.” T-Bone opened the steel door and Phurranha found himself going underground into ¼ km long driveway into an elevator that took the guys up to the hidden hangar. “Know this place?” “Why, it’s so familiar! My dad as I recall build this place and you guys updated it, huh?” “Yeah, with a little tech genius,” Razor said, jumping out of his seat. Phurranha jumped out after him. He hit his feet hard and hurt them. “That’s quite a high jump! Don’t your feet get sore?” Phurranha asked, rubbing his feet. “We’ve jumped shoes on or off from greater heights, so this is nothing.” “So Phurranha, you say your dad build this hangar?” T-Bone asked, getting the letter. “Yeah, he did with several other associates. After this place was almost uncovered, no one has ever discovered this place, except you two.” “Well, here’s something I think you should read.” T-Bone handed Phurranha the letter. He read it, clasped it to his heart, and trembled. “This was my dad’s writing! He was the one who started this anonymous crime fighting business. I guess I let you SWAT Kats have the inheritance, since now you know who I am!” “I knew that your real name was Tipo Marino, from the story you told us.” T-Bone said. “I wanted my crime fighting name to remain anonymous! You guys had better not reveal who I am!” Phurranha pointed his triton staff. The SKs raised their paws. “Gee, be cool fishboy! We won’t tell anyone! Not one soul!” Razor said. “Promissimi?” “Not even Miss Briggs knows our SK identities. Don’t you tell anyone who we are and we won’t tell anyone who you are. Deal?” “Ok, deal.” T-Bone joined his glovatrix with his staff. “You, Razor?” Phurranha asked. “Hm, I suppose I should be grateful.” Razor gave a soft smile and joined. Then he turned the screen on the wall and the news reported the scene of Phurranha’s garage and sub damage. “How did that happen? That was my submarine!” Phurranna cried as he saw his trusty sub towed out. T-Bone walked over to him. “I don’t know what to say, buddy. We should have stayed where we were.” “It was my pride and joy!” They saw Feral on the screen reporting a scene of an unknown sea hero. “Now, I know I’ll be found out!” he covered his face in his paw. Razor felt pity for him. “Gee, we’re sorry Phurranha. It’s my entire fault for being jealous. I guess my envy cost you your precious watercraft.” Phurranha didn’t listen. He walked up the steps. “Phurranha, where are you going?” T-Bone asked, following him. “I don’t know.” Then the intercom rang and Razor answered it. “Yes Miss Briggs?” “Better keep cover, guys! Five terrorists are after the both of you and are demanding to take over your hiding place.” “Sure thing, Miss Briggs! T-Bone I think we’ve got invaders!” “Ah crud! Coming Razor! I think we’ve got trouble. Phurranha, would you like to help us?” T-Bone pulled Phurranha by the shoulder. “It’s your hangar, now. Not mine anymore.” “Look pal, we’re the SWAT Kats and bringers of justice. I was thinking that since you lost your sub, and your secret place has been found, maybe you could join us! We get kind of lonely with just two. I’d like to make you head of the team and the hangar since this was your inheritance.” “Are you serious? But I fight on the sea.” “I think we can take care of something for you. You’re a good shot and we need your help, young man! Will you be a SWAT Kat for just this once?” “Alright.” T-Bone clasped his paw in his. “Good! It’s settled then! Get down to the hangar and into the Turbokat! We’ve got work to do.” ********* Enforcer choppers followed the craft that was almost close to the salvage yard. “You’re all under arrest!” “Can’t you think of something variable than that?” The pilot of the evil craft fired at them as they zoomed past the choppers. The enforcers fired at them and managed to create a blockage in the ramjets that jammed the airflow and crushed the metal. The thugs got out in their jetpacks as the craft crashed into a building. The SWAT Kats appeared. “Starting the fun without us?” T-Bone asked. “The SWAT Kats! We’ll show them how to steal our hangar!” “You mean my hangar!” An Italian voice shouted. Phurranha appeared from the bottom door and aimed his staff at them. “It’s Marino’s son and the sea hero as well!” One of them whispered. “Well, too late, sonny! Consider yourself sunk and disinherited!” “This is my gift to you!” He released three darts and only two were hit. The two wounded ones were caught by Feral’s jet net. “Sorry the great Phurranha has lost his skill.” One of them positioned a camcorder at his heart, but Phurranha jabbed him in the chest, which started to bleed. But he ignored the pain and flew in. The other two villains headed down into the hangar and opened up the concealed door. “Crud! Some tails are gonna catch hell!” T-Bone shouted as he turned the Turbokat around and followed them. The one in the Turbokat swiped the staff away and kicked Phurranha to the floor and aimed his rifle at him. “Say good bye, Phurranha! Your fish is fried.” He was ready to fire, but Razor shot off his glovatrix and the weapon fell. The villain leapt on top of Razor and held a knife to his throat. “First, I’ll skin this little creep!” Phurranha grabbed hold his neck and choked him until he passed out unconscious. He then tied him up and he and Razor tossed him out for Feral to catch. “This must be my lucky day! Villains from heaven!” Feral chuckled. “Hey, thanks. You saved my life, pal.” Razor patted Phurranha’s head. “You too. But now I think our identities are gonna be washed out.” T-Bone landed the Turbokat in the hangar. He pounded his fist into his open paw. “Wait until I find those hangar thieves!” “Right here, SWAT Kats and Phurranha!” The two scoundrels shot at the Turbokat, crashing the windows and denting the hauls. T-Bone shot off his glovatrix, but the villains dodged them. “This hangar was built by us at the start and therefore, it is ours now! Give up your inheritance boys, and we might let you walk out of here alive.” “This is our property, you slums! We rebuilt it and became the SWAT Kats! This hangar belongs to all three of us!” Razor said. “You vigilantes have always been known to be stubborn. We can be difficult too,” They fired octopus missiles. Razor and T-Bone burst them with mini rockets from their glovatrix. “You’re smart, but not smart enough for us!” They prepared a string of firecrackers filled with blasting gel that attached themselves magnetically to the walls and the floors. “Crud, our hangar’s gonna blow!” Razor cried. “Say farewell to your funhouse and all your toys, boys.” They lit the wicks that were consumed as the sparks raced to the first firecracker. “We gotta flood this joint!” Phurranha said, sending forth a gush of water from a hose. “What! Phurranha, you’re as crazy as Razor is!” T-Bone cried. “Unless you want your hideout blown to bits!” T-Bone nodded and turned on another big hose. “No good, SWAT Kats! These explosives are connected everywhere!” Two of them started to go off. “Crud, we’d better hurry!” Razor waved the hose where the sparks were flying and they were extinguished, but one of the thugs shot into another cracker which set off. “Told you, we were difficult! Give up your hangar, and there’ll be no more damage!” The thugs approached the good guys. “We’ll see about that! Here Phurranha!” Razor handed him a glovatrix. The three kats set off hooks that grabbed the wires and pulled them down into the little forming lake. The hangar was safe from anymore damage. “You cheated us!” The villains yelled. “We’ve gotta cheat to beat!” T-Bone said. The two thugs aimed a dart guns and fired. “You guys disabled our team! You stole from us what was ours! Especially that Adego!” Phurranha’s jaw dropped at the term and grabbed one of them by his shirt and socked him in the cheek. “That’s for the insult!” “And this is for you!” The other jabbed him in the right arm with his dart. Phurranha started bleeding. T-Bone ran up and kicked him in the stomach. The socked one got up and launched a small dart into T-Bone’s leg. He keeled over. “Ah, crud!!” “Who are the real SWAT Kats, now?” Razor jumped and stomped in his face, blinding his vision. “He-yah! It’s time an eye checkup, pal!” His comm. started buzzing as he tied up the two criminals. “Yes, Miss Briggs?” “Is your hangar alright, guys?” “Yeah, it’s fine Miss Briggs. We just got rid of a few uninvited pests.” “I’ll get Felina and the enforcers to come down.” “No no! We’ll deliver them to you at enforcer HQ.” “Ok, bye.” Razor went over to T-Bone who was pressing down on Phurranha’s arm and snatched the dart out of his leg. “Ow!!! Crud Razor, that hurt worse!” Razor bound his wound with stitching, gauze and tape. “I just hope Phurranha’s ok.” The Italian kat started breathing softly. Razor tore off his sleeve and gave him the same treatment. “Come on, T-Bone. Do you think you can fly, buddy? We’ve got some thugs to deliver.” “I think so, but you stay here and watch over Phurranha.” “Sure thing T-Bone.” T-Bone limped lightly over to the two guys and packed them up on his shoulders. “Alright you guys, let’s get you home!” He dumped them both in the cockpit. “I just hope this elevator isn’t short circuited.” “I think the TK and the hangar have both needed a wash for a long time.” Razor said. “Funny.” T-Bone switched his remote and the elevator rose up slowly due to the water weight and water came showering down on the jet and the driveway. “I see what Razor means. Just a good old jet wash.” The cleaned Turbokat blazed out as good as new and T-Bone was glad the currents had not flooded the whole hangar. He met Felina waiting for him. He lowered the two criminals down by the grabbling hook. “Thanks T-Bone! Where’s Razor?” “He’s back at the hangar taking care of someone.” “Who is that, may I ask? My uncle’s concerned about an ocean vigilante whose sub and hangar we found earlier today.” “I’d better go now. See ya later!” “T-Bone, wait a minute!” But the SK had flown off before he could hear her. She sighed. “Guess my poor uncle will have to stay curious. I’d like to know who he is myself.” ********* T-Bone rode back to the hangar and changed into Chance. He dragged himself up to the TV room and saw Jake tucking Phurranha and feeding him on the couch. Chance sighed. “How’s our new ally?” “He’ll survive.” Phurranha sat up. “Jake told me who you two are. Chance and Jake are your names. I can keep a secret you know.” “It’s ok, Phurranha. We know who you are now.” “Call me Tipo, ok?” “Sure thing. And since your hangar has been destroyed, when my leg gets better, you’re gonna have a place with us in the squadron. Where do you work?” “Megakat woodcrafts.” “We’ll call your boss and tell him you’re not well now. You look like you could be useful for our furnishings.” “Furnishings?” “Sure! We could use some good quality wood furniture since we’re doing you a service!” Jake said, patting his shoulder. Phurranha smiled. “Gracie, mio amichi!” They all shook paws as one. “Welcome to the SWAT Kats, buddy.” Chance said. “Thanks. But never tell Feral or anyone about Phurranha.” “Cross my heart, Tipo.” They both said. Jake saw a blown up sub dumped recently in the front yard and got an idea. ********* When crime appeared on the ocean again months later, T-Bone took Tipo down to the hangar. Tipo had a blindfold over his eyes. “What is this? Is this some trick?” “You’ll see. We have a surprise for you.” Razor waited for them to approach and lifted the tarp. “Ok, you can look now.” Tipo smiled with a brightened face. There was mega-nuclear sub with the SK colors and had the piranha symbol on it. “Mille Gracie!” “You’re welcome, but now we’ve got another storm to tame. You sub’s got the tank wheels like you last one did. Drive up in the Turbokat and we’ll let you take it from there at shore.” ********* When they reached the shore, Phurranha got off and prepared to launch his new craft into sea. It glided smoothly. “Keep in contact at all times! We’re together on this if there’s any trouble, ok?” Razor said. “Sure thing. Let’s kick some whale tail!” “Rodger that!” They went off together and Phurranha shot off his dart-cannon at the whale. “Chomp on this, fish-breathe!” The whale died. “Nice job, Phurranha!” T-Bone said. “Thanks, now let’s save the sinking crew, deliver them, and head back home.” The SKs did so. The new SWAT Kat became more and more an important asset to Razor as well to T-Bone. Razor felt sorry for being so jealous, since he was a hero on sea and an inheritance to the underground hangar. Feral still was concerned about Phurranha, and wanted to search for him and his whereabouts. The three SKs had to pray that the enforcers would not set about hunting for him and the hangar would not have to suffer the same abandonment it did twenty-five years ago. THE END _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 35 Date: 24 Dec 1999 10:52:33 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Register now and you could win a Volkswagen New Beetle at LiQ.com! Click below, 'cause it's going fast! While you're at it, check out our great entertainment products at fantastic prices! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. FIC: Tigers and Ferals.1/1.R.M.M.Feral/Shir Kahn.SWATKats/TailSpin From: Rauhnee Ranshanka _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Thu, 23 Dec 1999 05:24:16 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: FIC: Tigers and Ferals.1/1.R.M.M.Feral/Shir Kahn.SWATKats/TailSpin Title: Tigers and Ferals for New Years Series: None (thank the Goddess) Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: dragon@peak.org Fandom: SWAT Kats/ Tail Spin Parings: Ulysses Feral/ Shir Kahn (M/M) Rating: R Codes: Slash (M/M), Furry Status: New, Complete Website: http://www.gatekat.net/index.html Witnesslist Category: Inadmissible In Court Archive: Yes by link to http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/FanFic/Stories/_ST_Tigers_Feral_NewYears.html If you can't or won't archive by link, talk to me about it. Summary: On the tenth anniversary of their relationship, Ulysses Feral and Shir Kahn both manage to pick the same gift to give. Disclaimers: The boys aren't mine. Anybody surprised? Notes: For the HiddenTruths challenge (December 1999): "What is your favorite character's New Year resolution with regard to his/her beloved?" I think this might be as rare as it gets. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So what do you give a Kat that has -- quite literally -- everything? I mean, I'm doing pretty well; Commander of the Enforcers of MegaKat City is light on neither pay or power ... or aggravation. Outside of a few industrialists and the Deputy Mayor, I'm pretty easily the most powerful individual in the City on a regular basis. But Shir, he's in a class of his own, and of his own making, even on this world. He's got his paws in every company that matters in the civilized world. More money and authority than even he can use ... and he has me. To overhear to his servants, I'm he only thing that can make him smile on a regular basis. I suspect they're leaving out 'Roar', 'Howl' and 'Scream' for their own safety. But he can say the same of me. I've felt this way about only two things in my life; the Enforcers, and Shir Kahn. And I think, if fate was cruel enough to make me choose, I would stay with him, and leave all I have worked for behind. What to give him? Each new year we find the time to see each other and a gift is given in commemoration of the past and a promise to our future. Given on the day we accepted the risk of that first fiery kiss, and a day the entire world celebrates. There is an irony in that, somewhere. If I could think of it. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I grew up around luxury and wealth, the Feral clan is an old, rich and powerful one, but still Shir's taste makes me nervous, even after all these years. Forty years away from it all makes a difference. I've been a warrior too long to be comfortable here. I doubt I'll ever understand how he can stand it, because no matter what he says, he has the soul of a warrior. But that doesn't matter, for Shir Kahn is here and I can blend into his world better than he can blend into mine. Now who am I kidding? He can't blend in *anywhere*. He's far to magnificent, too poised, too sure of himself. He's everything good I've heard others say of me, and more. Gods, I know I sound like a lovesick kitten and we're ten years into this. But every time we meet it feels the same; butterflies in my stomach, can't control my breathing ... I can almost cum just from seeing him reclined fully dressed in his suit when I walk in the room. And it's time to start all over again. I hope he understands my gift. It may well be the last. "Welcome Uly," his voice is warm and smooth as rich brandy, and does a great deal more to me. "Welcome Shir." My voice sounds quite distant right now. I can't help it, his touch, strong hands slide down my sides to pull me in for the first desperate kiss of our too brief meeting, is enough to make me tremble in my need. It's infuriating that he can still be so calm. I can see the fire in his eyes ... his need is as great as mine. "I would break our tradition slightly, Ulysses." It takes a moment for his words to sink in over the warmth of his body. "My gift should come first, before we share a bed." Now what could he possibly mean? I nod anyway, how could I not. If he wishes to give gifts before sex, who am I to challenge it? Tradition has always meant more to him them me. "Thank you, my love." His fingers linger on my face was he walks way, towards the grand bedroom I very much wish to use soon. But something is seriously off here, he never calls me 'my love'. He's also taking way too long in there. "Ulysses." It's a request, question and summons all rolled into one coming from the bedroom. He has all the lights in the room off, there's only a few candles flickering the strands of gold that highlight his body -- naked but for a gold and ruby collar, kneeling, head bowed, wrists behind him ... he's trying to kill me. He must be. I've barely dared to fantasize this. "Ulysses Imiri Feral," his deep voice rumbles up my spine as his raised eyes pin me in place. "I am Shir Kahn, Free Son of the Sirath. You have brought both joy and passion to me without demands of your own. You have taught me that there is something worth loving in this world beyond my work. I would ask you to Lifemate before my family and the gods." The words barely register, this is so unreal. "For this, I offer you all that I am, all that I possess." He *can't* mean it. But ... lord he almost looks scared. I've never seen him this unguarded. He's proposing to me. Is that even legal? I can see him relax a little when I feel the smile cross my lips and I bring the small package out of my pocket. My gift to him. "Bring you hands forward." I doubt he understands what I intend, but he does it anyway after some twitching. The leather-studded manacles on his writs are for real, and only enhance the beauty of him as I knee before him, bringing us to level again. Gods I love him. "Shir Kahn, Free Son of the Sirath," I feel myself smile a little more at the mimic of his speech. "I am Ulysses Imiri Feral. You have given me what I thought impossible, something I have doubted existed for a long time." I change my plans slightly and fold the cotton off my polished badge, feeling the weight of what I am doing in full force. But it still feels right as I place it in his hand with mine over them. "This is all that I am, all that I possess without you. It is what I have withheld these ten years." I bring my hands back so he can see what I left there, and I'm half surprised to see comprehension in his eyes. "I offer you everything that I am, everything I posses without you, for if any fate calls on me to choose between the halves of my life, I would choose you, and leave all I have behind." He's staring down at my badge like it's a magical thing. "We chose the same gift." "Pretty much," I reach to bring him up for a kiss and meet no resistance. "Usually means it's a good idea." "Uly?" his voice is voice quite. "Yes?" "Without any concern for me, what would you ask for the perfect gift?" There's _something_ in his voice I can't quite place. How can I not think of him? But the answer comes far too easily to my lips. "I'd ask for you to move your headquarters and yourself to MegaKat City." -- End: Tigers and Ferals at New Years ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka dragon@peak.org _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 36 Date: 25 Dec 1999 10:57:19 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Register now and you could win a Volkswagen New Beetle at LiQ.com! Click below, 'cause it's going fast! While you're at it, check out our great entertainment products at fantastic prices! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. Greetings From: "David Noble" _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 23:48:17 PST From: "David Noble" Subject: Greetings I'd like to wish all of you kat fans a Merry Christmas! David _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Subject: [SWATKats_FanFic] Digest Number 37 Date: 29 Dec 1999 10:48:52 -0000 From: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com To: SWATKats_FanFic@onelist.com --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Register now and you could win a Volkswagen New Beetle at LiQ.com! Click below, 'cause it's going fast! While you're at it, check out our great entertainment products at fantastic prices! Click Here ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FAQ/ Rules: http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/Annels/Nexus.htm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ There is 1 message in this issue. Topics in today's digest: 1. GateKat.net News (Area 52, BlackNet, Galleries, HiperBunny, Master Elayna ...) From: Rauhnee Ranshanka _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Message: 1 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 17:06:41 -0800 From: Rauhnee Ranshanka Subject: GateKat.net News (Area 52, BlackNet, Galleries, HiperBunny, Master Elayna ...) Feel free to pass this on to anyone and any list that might be interested that didn't get it. Sorry to all the folks that'll get this a couple cazillion times like me, but it'll save me headaches fielding "what happened" inquires over the next month or so. GateKat.net is changing servers. This will not affect any URLs except for those actually inside the GateKat's Galleries (what now read http://www.TransFur.com) but it may cause some strange behavior when the domain is registered on both servers, despite my best attempts to keep them up to date, as the old location has about 100 MB that's banned for content. It is the Galleries that will most likely be affected. Now, for the news that will actually make an impact to most visitors. The last update planned saw GateKat.net hit the 200 MB mark. In compiling for the move/ integration I realized that something like 25-30% of this is duplicates of one kind of another. This is unacceptable. That duplication is caused by the current organization/ folder structure. Because of this, I'm going to basically go to ground (two weeks, a month, whatever it takes) to fix it. It's going to be drastic in all likelihood and affect everyone who links to my site by other than the true main index page. I will notify everyone I know about that links of the new URLs before I upload the new version (so if you link to me, it wouldn't be a bad idea to drop me a note about it). There will be no updates until then. What is on GateKat.Net: Everything by Rauhnee Ranshanka Archives: Area 52: The HKH Standard (Stargate Slash) MegaKat City BlackNet (SWAT Kats FanFic) Brainstorm (Everything from the mailing list, dead) SWATKats_Adult (list traffic archive) SWATKats_Canon (list traffic archive) SWATKats_FanFic (list traffic archive) Galleries: Adult Biker Mice From Mars Adult Dinosaucers Adult C.O.W. Boys of Moo Mesa Adult Road Rovers Adult SWAT Kats Adult Thundercats Rauhnee's Favorites (Gen) GayFur (pending update) Star Wars Fur (pending update) Rare FanArt (pending update) Adult FanArt (pending update) Hosted Artists: BioHazard Daniel Aluni Isabel Tan Greg Panovich Wielder Hosted Authors: Ashrin HiperBunny Master Elayna Ascendk9 Jerok HyenaBoy (pending update) List info: GayFur_Crit SWATKats_Adult SWATKats_Canon SWATKats_FanFic GateKat.Net Updates Webrings FanFic Archives ToonSlash Random Stuff Jarhead Alert I *think* that's everything, but there are parts of my domain I haven't looked at in a year + I will do my best to keep up with mail and backlogs during this changeover, but no guarantees. Also, my mail and RL has been flaky for a few months now. If you've tried to contact me and I haven't answered after a week, please resend with 'ATT: ' at the front of the subject line. It'll let me know this isn't the first attempt. I am *so* looking forward to a new provider. -- Rauhnee Ranshanka; Listhood SWAT Kat, GateKat and Katmin http://www.gatekat.net/index.html Listmom to SWAT Kats: Canon, Adult and FanFic Keeper of The MegaKat City BlackNet: The SWAT Kats Archive Keeper of Area 52: The Stargate Slash Archive Listmom Fantacy-Erotica-Art and GayFur_Crit ***************************************************************** _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________