ThunderCats Fanfiction Project (Ch 5 Episode 2)

As the ThunderCats push deeper into the wounded flagship, they uncover relics of their past—tools of war, training, and ceremony. And while the ship struggles to remember itself, its survivors begin to understand what must be rebuilt.

Episode 5.2 — The Weapons and the Work

Book 1 – Exile and Vigil – Chapter 5, Episode 2

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The Bridge — Repairs and Resolve

The bridge hummed with a fragile, uneven rhythm—alive, but only just. Emergency lights glowed in dim amber, flickering with each slow drift of the wounded flagship. The ship was no longer tumbling, but it remained blind, disoriented, and scarred by the shockwave that had shattered the convoy.

Panthro lay half inside an open console, sparks flickering as he rewired a damaged junction.

Tygra stood at the navigation station, adjusting the manual controls with the steady precision of a seasoned warrior.

“Try it now,” Panthro grunted.

Tygra pressed a sequence of keys—the few that still responded.

The navigation screen flickered…

glitched…

then stabilized into a faint, incomplete starfield.

Tygra exhaled.

“That’s something.”

Panthro smirked.

“Give me another hour and I’ll make it sing.”

Behind them, Jaga and Snarf sat at their consoles—mostly watching, mostly waiting.

Snarf sipped from a steaming cup. “Jaga… are you sure there’s nothing we can do?”

“With your skills and mine,” Jaga said gently, “the best we can do is stay out of their way.”

Snarf nodded, nibbling a donut.

He checked the periscope.

He checked it again.

He checked it a third time.

Then, unable to contain himself:

“How does the Sword of Omens work, anyway?”

Jaga didn’t look up.

“It is the Spirit who makes it work.”

Snarf blinked.

“Oh.”

He didn’t understand.

He also didn’t ask again—too distracted by sugar, caffeine, and the desire to impress Jaga.

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Lunch in the Kitchen — Warmth After the Storm

On the mid deck, Cheetara and the children stepped into the kitchen—quiet, dim, and still recovering from the earlier chaos.

They:

• grabbed food pouches

• refilled water containers

• ate together at the small counter

• packed extra pouches for the others

WilyKit tried to juggle three pouches and dropped all of them.

Lion O laughed—a real laugh.

Cheetara ruffled his hair.

“There’s that smile.”

The warmth of the moment settled them all.

After the emotional storm of earlier, this simple meal felt like a reset—quiet, grounding, necessary.

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Parallel — Cheetara and the Children Continue the Inventory

They had found a cart and now pushed it toward the next sealed chamber. Their socks gripped the floor, helping them stay steady in the weak, inconsistent gravity.

Lion O walked beside her, calmer now. The twins stayed close too, instinctively drifting toward the subtle warmth patches beneath her ribs—heat retaining, comforting, familiar.

They chattered nonstop:

“Do you think Panthro will like his new socks?”

“Do you think the CPI can teach us instruments?”

“Can we ride the spaceboards again later?”

Cheetara smiled.

“We’ll have time for all of that. One thing at a time.”

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The Weapons Chamber — Discovery and Duty

The next chamber was sealed with a heavier door.

Inside, the room opened into a vast armory—rows of racks, drawers, and reinforced alcoves. Thunderan weapons were arranged by category:

• Bladed weapons: short swords, long knives, kamas, ceremonial naginatas, axes, maces

• Ranged weapons: bows, crossbows, quivers of arrows, throwing knives, bolas, rope snares

• Defensive gear: shields, reinforced gauntlets, padded training armor

• Training tools: wooden practice swords, youth sized short blades, padded staves

• Ceremonial and knight grade armor: full sets polished to a mirror sheen

• Uniform drawers: tactical and training uniforms folded with military precision

And in a reinforced alcove, untouched by time or chaos, rested the sealed chest of the Treasure of Thundera.

Cheetara’s eyes widened.

“These are in perfect condition.”

She tapped the intercom panel—old, analog, but functional.

“Cheetara to Jaga.”

“Yes, Cheetara?”

“We found the weapons room. Everything is intact—and the Treasure of Thundera is down here too.”

A pause.

Then: “Secure the chamber and bring what you can for everyone.”

“Yes, sir.”

They loaded the cart with care.

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The Training Hall — A Thunderan Gym

Farther down the corridor, a large door slid open.

The children gasped.

Inside was a Thunderan gym—vast and beautifully equipped:

• climbing posts

• scratch pads

• rope towers

• balance beams

• spring platforms

• sensory tunnels

• oversized enrichment toys

• a short running track

• padded landing pits

• and more

“And all of these can be augmented by the CPI pointing with lasers,” Cheetara explained.

The twins nearly exploded.

“Can we play?!”

“Please?!”

“Just a little?!”

Cheetara knelt, cupping their cheeks.

“We have a lot to do today. We’ll come back as soon as we get a chance—I promise.”

They groaned dramatically but obeyed.

Lion O squeezed her hand, proud of himself for not begging.

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The Final Rooms — Supplies and Vehicles

They continued exploring the lower decks, discovering chamber after chamber of supplies:

• toiletries

• first aid kits

• blankets

• food pouches

• water containers

• mechanical parts

• survival gear

• computer chips

• all kinds of tools

• board games

• video games

• advanced medical supplies and equipment

• chemical supplies and lab kits

• a vast electronic library of Thunderan records

Finally, a long hallway led them to a set of heavy security doors. Beyond them lay a massive hangar—its ceiling high, its walls lined with tool racks, parts, and design schematics.

Two of each:

• Thunderan Armored Vehicles (TAVs)

• Thunderan Utility VTOLs

• Thunderstrike flyers

And at the far end, an incomplete Feliner frame—waiting for future reconstruction.

The twins immediately pointed at a TAV.

“It’s a tank!”

“It’s not a tank,” Cheetara said.

“It’s a tank,” they insisted.

Lion O nodded solemnly.

“It’s definitely a tank.”

Cheetara sighed.

“Fine. It’s a tank.”

They loaded the last portable items into the cart.

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The Return to the Bridge

After climbing the ladders and retrieving the cart properly, Cheetara and the children finally reached the bridge—tired, but triumphant.

Panthro blinked.

“What in the world…?”

Tygra stood.

“You found all this?”

Lion O puffed his chest.

“We did!”

WilyKit pointed proudly.

“We found weapons!”

WilyKat added, “And armor! Knight armor!”

Cheetara nodded.

“There are uniforms and weapons for all of us. I tried to bring weapons that match everyone’s skills.”

Panthro reached into the cart and pulled out a pair of kamas.

“These are perfect.”

Tygra examined a set of tiger claw gauntlets and blade heavy throwing knives.

“Excellent balance.”

Cheetara lifted her bo staff and a ceremonial naginata.

“These will do nicely.”

Lion O held up a wooden practice sword.

“Is this for me?”

Panthro grinned.

“Every warrior starts somewhere, kid.”

The twins proudly displayed their wooden swords and their small trickster tools—slingshots, bolas, smoke pellets, rope snares.

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Jaga’s Response

Jaga approached the cart, eyes widening at the sight of the armor.

“You found these intact?”

“Yes, sir,” Cheetara said. “In a sealed chamber.”

Jaga touched the chestplate reverently.

“This is knight grade. My order wore these during the coronation rites.”

He straightened.

“Cheetara—did you secure the weapons chamber?”

“Yes, sir. Locked and sealed.”

“Good. Keep a small selection of weapons here on the bridge. Just in case.”

“Already on it.”

The children beamed with pride as they helped her arrange everything in the storage compartments behind the passenger seats.

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The CPI Comes Online

A soft chime echoed through the bridge.

Tygra straightened.

“Panthro… look.”

The CPI interface pulsed to life—soft blue, steady, responsive.

A calm synthetic voice filled the bridge:

“Core Processing Intelligence online. Systems stable. Navigation arrays remain desynchronized. Communications offline.”

Panthro sat up, wiping grease from his hands.

“Now that’s what I like to hear.”

Tygra leaned back in the chair, exhausted but satisfied.

“We still need to be careful. If we send out the wrong signal—”

“We won’t,” Panthro said. “Not until we’re ready.”

They shared a look—relief and dread intertwined.

Cheetara exhaled—tired, sore, but deeply satisfied.

The ship felt alive again.

And so did they.

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Ceremonial Closing Seal

Thus the ship stirred from its slumber,

and those who walked its halls found purpose in its waking.

In the labor of survival,

they uncovered the tools of their ancestors

and the quiet strength of their own resolve.

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Disclaimer

This work is a piece of fan fiction inspired by the ThunderCats franchise. All characters, settings, and original concepts from ThunderCats are the property of their respective rights holders. I do not own the rights to ThunderCats, nor do I claim any affiliation with its owners. This story is a transformative retelling created for creative expression and audience engagement, not as a commercial product.

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