ThunderCats Fanfiction Project (Ch 4 Episode 3)

The spin has stopped, but the stillness brings its own kind of terror. As zero‑gravity disorientation sets in, the crew of the royal flagship must confront the emotional wreckage left in the wake of survival. While Tygra and Panthro descend into the powerless heart of the ship to restore life support, Cheetara faces the crushing weight of what she has done — and what she has lost.

THE STILLNESS AFTER THE SPIN

Book 1 – Exile and Vigil – Chapter 4, Episode 3

For a long moment, no one moved.

The flagship drifted in a slow, uneasy roll, the worst of the tumble finally behind them. The emergency lights glowed faintly, casting the bridge in a dim red haze. With gravity offline, everyone floated slightly above their seats, held in place only by their harnesses.

Cheetara’s breath came in shallow bursts. Her hands still trembled from the stabilizer levers. Sweat clung to her skin, drifting in tiny droplets that shimmered in the low light.

Her hair floated around her face like a golden cloud.

Her parents were gone. Her world was gone. And she had almost killed them all.

The thought hit her like a blow.

Her chest tightened. Her vision blurred. Her breath hitched.

She tried to swallow it down — the fear, the grief, the shock — but it rose anyway, sharp and uncontrollable.

A sob escaped her.

Then another.

Her hands flew to her face, but the tears floated free, drifting upward in perfect spheres.

Jaga unbuckled with slow, deliberate movements. He felt cold, faint, and pale — the toll of age, shock, and oxygen deprivation — but duty held him upright. He pushed gently from his seat, drifting toward her, steadying himself on the back of her chair.

“Cheetara,” he said softly, “look at me.”

She tried. She failed. Her breath broke again.

“I—I almost—” Her voice cracked. “If I had pulled too early… or too late… we would have—”

“You saved us,” Jaga said, taking her hand. “You saved every soul on this ship.”

She shook her head, tears drifting upward. “I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t know if—”

“You acted,” Jaga said gently. “You trusted your training. You trusted your instincts. And you trusted the moment given to you.”

His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek — or tried to. It drifted away before he could catch it.

“You are not wounded?” he asked.

She shook her head again. “Just… shaken.”

“As are we all,” he murmured. “But you are alive. And you are not alone.”

Behind them, the children cried softly in their seats. Lion‑O’s sobs had quieted, but his small body trembled with every breath. The three of them were strapped into the front row — Lion‑O on the right, WilyKit in the middle, WilyKat on the left — each in a large, cushioned royal seat now soiled from the terror and violence of the spin.

Snarf floated between them, moving from one seat to the next with small, careful pushes of his paws. He touched Lion‑O’s arm, then drifted to WilyKit, then to WilyKat, whispering to each in turn.

“I’m here… I’m right here… Lion‑O is here… WilyKit is here… WilyKat is here… we’re all together… we’re safe…”

His voice shook, but he kept going.

Panthro exhaled hard, trying to steady himself. His muscles strained against the harness as he fought the disorientation of zero‑G. Then his stomach lurched.

He grabbed an emesis bag from the emergency kit and vomited into it, turning his head away from the children. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing hard.

“We need power,” he muttered hoarsely. “Life support’s running on fumes.”

Tygra nodded, pale but focused. The sparks from his console had left faint burns along his cheek and the backs of his hands. “I can reroute the tertiary line. But I need to reach the conduit chamber.”

Jaga turned toward them. “You’ll have to move slowly. The ship is still drifting. Unbuckle only when you are steady.”

Panthro grunted. “Steady isn’t happening anytime soon.”

But he unlatched his harness anyway, floating upward with a frustrated growl. His bare foot brushed a drifting piece of cloth — his own discarded ceremonial robe — sending it spinning lazily.

Tygra followed, pushing off the console with careful precision. His striped hair floated around his head like a mane.

They reached the airtight door — a heavy, manual emergency seal designed to hold atmosphere even if the ship lost power. Without hydraulics, opening it was a laborious task. Panthro braced himself against the wall, gripping the wheel with both hands, muscles straining as he forced it to turn.

Cheetara watched them go, still trembling, still trying to breathe. She felt compelled by duty to rise, to help — but her body and emotions were not ready.

Jaga squeezed her hand. “Stay seated. Let your body adjust. You have done enough for now.”

She nodded weakly.

But inside, she felt hollow.

She had saved them — yes.

But she had also lost everything.

And the silence of the drifting ship felt like a tomb.

Her stomach twisted.

She barely had time to turn her head before she vomited — the contents floating in a sickening cloud. Jaga recoiled instinctively, turning his face away, fighting his own nausea. Cheetara gasped an apology, but another wave overtook her.

Jaga reached quickly for an emesis bag, pressed it into her hands. She clutched it, trembling, while the floating droplets drifted toward the controls and the wall, clinging in small, glistening beads.

Jaga forced himself to ignore the mess, focusing only on her.

“You are all right,” he murmured. “Let it pass.”

Behind them, Snarf continued drifting seat‑to‑seat, whispering soft reassurances.

“I’m here… I’m here with you… breathe with me… we’re safe now…”

The flagship drifted in silence — wounded, dark, but alive.

And for the first time since the shockwave, the crew began to move again.

***

The flagship drifts wounded through the void, its crew shaken but alive.

Grief has found them, fear has touched them, yet the covenant holds.

In the darkness, hands reach for one another, and the long work of survival begins.

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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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In creating this work, I collaborated with Microsoft Copilot as a creative tool within my writing process. Every element of this saga — its emotional architecture, mythic logic, themes, and direction — originates from my design. Copilot assisted by generating draft language in response to the direction and creative vision I provided. I then revised, reshaped, and rewrote those drafts extensively, ensuring the final text reflects my voice, my choices, and my vision. This is a guided, intentional collaboration that honors both the craft of writing and the legacy of the original ThunderCats universe.