I don't own Swat Kats or any of its characters.
Wow, I haven't been in this fandom in awhile and I've missed it so much! Anyways, I want you all to know that the chapters will be extremely short (when compared to my usual ten) only around three to four pages each chapter. I want to see how I do writing for these two before I do something large. I don't know how many chapter this will have, but it's been fun writing so far. Enjoy!
'Round the Clock:
Jake dropped his pencil and gripped his right wrist with his left paw. He rubbed the tender area, wincing the entire time. A hiss of pain filled the air, escaping from clenched teeth. Another cramp in his wrist dammit! Perhaps it was time to take a break…
Sighing, Jake rested on his elbows and looked down at the blueprints set out in front of him. Even as the blueprints Jake knew that putting the Turbokat together was going to be the hardest thing he had ever done. Sure there were parts of old F-15's laying around, as well as parts for helicopters, cars, and everything else a kat could want but he had to rebuild things, add custom made parts, and hope that someone threw away something important that would only add to the brilliance of the Turbokat. It would take a lot of luck, which they seemed to be down on lately what with crashing into the Enforcer building and all.
"How are you doin'?"
The ginger colored kat perked at the sound of Chance's voice and looked towards the doorway. The lighter kat stood in the doorway, a smile on his face and a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.
"I figured that the last thing you needed was hot milk," Chance said as he entered the office. He placed the blue mug down on the desk a great way away from the blueprints, that accident had already come to pass once, and took a sip of his own.
"Yeah…" Jake lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks."
Chance inched forward a bit, craning his neck to get a look at the blueprints. "Anything new?"
Jake shook his head. "No, nothing other then notes. Chance…I don't know if we can—"
"We can do anything, Jake," Chance replied with a comforting smile coming over his features. "Besides we gotta show Feral who really owns the skies around here!"
His best friend's humor, however, didn't seem to phase the down and out kat. Jake closed his eyes and kept his head low. There were just so many other things to think about besides building a jet; they had to work as mechanics both for their debt to Feral and for themselves. They had to eat after all, and pay for utilities. Things weren't going to be easy for a while, and constructing a jet was at the very bottom of Jake's to-do-list.
As Jake's thoughts dove deeper and deeper into despair, a hearty smack to the back brought him back to reality. Chance clapped his paw against Jake's back once more and moved away with a smile still on his face.
"Aw come on, Jake! Lighten up a bit!" Sighing, Chance walked away and flopped down on the couch behind Jake, his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. "Look, I know things are going to be hard around here for a while but you and I have been through worse. This idea…it'll pay off in the end."
"Yeah…" Jake turned the chair around to face his best friend and slumped against his office chair. "I keep telling myself that but…"
"There's just so much to do!" He gripped his blue jumpsuit between his claws. "Parts to find, physics to figure out, and tests to run. Where is it going to fit in with repairing cars and scraping together enough money to eat?"
"Hey," Chance chuckled, "what else do we have to do?"
Those words ran through Jake's head and like a spark in the dark, set things off. Jake snapped out of his daze and glanced over at the larger tom that still had a cocky smile on his face. Such a simple sentence, a sentence that when said on a lazy afternoon would have meant nothing but now, at three in the morning meant the world. There was so much hiding underneath the simple sentence, but it fit Chance so well.
Chance leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "We joined the Enforcers in the first place to protect the city, right?"
Jake nodded. "Yeah."
"So let's protect it! We can't leave it up to Feral! He just kicked the two of us out, imagine what he's done to others!"
"I doubt there have been others that have disobeyed orders and crashed a plane into the Enforcer's HQ," Jake said with a sideways look. "But I get what you're saying, Chance."
"You know as well as I do that the bad guys of Megakat City are growing stronger and stronger with very attack, and Feral's having trouble keeping them at bay now. Let's build us a jet and take to the skies! With your imagination and sharp shooting and my flying abilities we'll kick tail!"
Jake sat still, allowing himself to absorb the words that Chance had just spoken but unlike before his mind blanked and he couldn't think of any kind of argument. Frustrated, the smaller kat grabbed his coffee and took one last glance at the blueprints lying on his wooden desk that Bluke and Murray had left behind.
"You know Chance…" Jake stood and walked over to a nearby window. He moved the blinds a bit and saw a dark night sky for miles over mountains of trash. "When you say it like that, I believe you."
Five in the morning.
It didn't feel like five A.M. to the young tom, in fact it felt as if his day had just begun even though he had been up for two days straight working on the blueprints. His hard work had paid off, the basic outline for the Turbokat had been completed but he knew that the outline would change many times so much of the jet depended on what he could find in the salvage yard.
Jake had left his confides of the office and walked into the salvage yard, his third cup of coffee in his paw. He watched as the sun rose from the horizon, the sky hundreds of different tints and hues that he had never seen imitated in a painting. The many shades of pink and orange created colors that he couldn't imagine stuck within a tube of paint, it just wouldn't be fair to capture such a color.
The sun inched upwards, and as the top half of it came over the horizon the salvage yard lit up. The many pieces of metal threw off bright lights, some of which reminded Jake of the sun on a hot day: scorching, and intense. A gentle wind blew, and he could hear the moans and groans of the metal as the day's heat warmed them from their cold sleep.
Somewhere, out there, amongst the junk, was a jet.
And Jake was going to find it, no matter what it took.