♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re heroes not zeroes ♪
♪ We got what they fear
♪ So here’s the facts ♪
♪ So we got power to the max
♪ You know we’re tough as
nails ♪
♪ When all else fails call
WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Nerves of steel
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Here’s the deal ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ You better watch out
♪ Yeah
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’re good against evil ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ We’ve got invincible powers ♪
♪ WildC.A.T.s, WildC.A.T.s♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The one and only WildC.A.T.s♪
WildC.A.T.s mission log:
entry 1.
Jacob Marlowe speaking.
We are in the middle of a war; a
war mankind is not even aware
of.
For several months I’ve been
assembling a covert action team
to fight the Daemonite threat
and our roster’s nearly
complete.
Void has located our final
member.
But the Daemonites have
interfered with out recruiting
efforts before.
I pray the team gets to him in
time.
(Feet pattering)
Reno Bryce Computing.
You are Reno Bryce.
Who are you clowns?
Mr. Bryce, you’re an artist
with a blade.
Not only that--
I also happen to be a black
belt.
Get him!
All agents, he’s on the run.
We must contain him in the
building.
Who are those guys?
What do they want?
And do I really want to stick
around to find out?
(Man gasping)
(Engine whirring)
Step on it, Grifter.
We may already be too late.
Don’t blow a fuse, Spartan.
This Reno Bryce is causing us
far too much trouble.
It’ll be worse trouble if we
don’t get to him in time,
Zealot.
What do those wackos want
with me?
This is gettin’ weirder by the
second.
Wait, stop him.
Do not rely on that
contraption, Grifter.
Remember your training in the
Kherubim art of war.
And just remember who saved
your neck the last time we went
up against these guys.
Maul, come on.
We’re here.
MAUL: Just when I was getting
comfortable.
Whoa!
They’re everywhere.
MAUL: Hey, wait!
We’re the good guys.
(Gasping)
Maul, they’re Daemonites.
No kidding.
We’re too late.
The Daemonites are after him.
Hey, not to worry.
We can handle that space trash.
Oh, man.
(Gasping)
They’re Daemonites; every one
of them.
You can’t trust nobody these
days.
I’ll take them.
Get real, Zealot.
You don’t stand a chance without
me.
ZEALOT: Just don’t get in my
way, Grifter.
Hiya!
Ugh!
Agh!
Whoa!
Oh!
Ugh.
They’re on the roof!
And so you see, Mr. Bryce.
There’s nowhere you can hide
from us.
Now, Reno Bryce, prepare to
become one of us.
SPARTAN: Not so fast,
Daemonite.
Come on, we’re clearing out of
here.
Are you out of your mind?
(Screaming)
Maul, think you can handle
that thing?
It’s just my size.
I’m large and in charge!
He shoots; he scores!
Argh.
Ugh.
How can you do that?
It’s not humanly possible.
Who ever said we were human?
SPARTAN: Come on, we’re
clearing out of here.
Hit it, Grifter.
MAN: They’re getting away!
Let them.
I managed to tag our little
friend, Mr. Bryce.
JACOB: Well Void, is he the
one?
Yes, he has the gift.
Just who are you, lady?
We call her Void.
She’s a living computer.
I’ve seen every kind of
computer on the planet,
but nothin’ like that.
She’s not from this planet,
Mr. Bryce.
Uh huh, sure.
Now do you mind tellin’ me
what’s goin’ on?
Name’s Jacob Marlowe.
You’re at the headquarters of my
company: Halo Enterprises.
I didn’t know you were in the
business of kidnapping.
Try saving your scrawny hide,
Jack.
Whether you like it or not,
Reno, you’re in the middle of a
war; a war as old as mankind.
Ten thousand years ago, while we
were still scratching crude
paintings on cave walls, 2 alien
starships crashed here on earth.
One ship contained the last of
the Daemonites: an evil race who
once ruled the galaxy.
The other ship contained a group
of Kherubim: noble warriors who
defeated the Daemonites and
brought peace to the galaxy.
The Kherubim managed to
assimilate into the human race
while the Daemonites began their
war of covert conquest.
Over the centuries the Kherubim
lost contact with their living
computer, Void.
I discovered her 2 years ago.
She told me about the threat the
Daemonites posed; both to our
world and the entire universe.
I immediately started assembling
the Kherubim and their
descendants into a covert action
team: the WildC.A.T.s.
Cute story, Mr. Marlowe.
But I have to get back to the
real world now.
Wait!
Hey, still haven’t figured it
out yet, huh?
You are a descendant of the
Kherubim who crashed here
thousands of years ago.
You are a genetic crossbreed;
one of the gifted few with
Kherubim power.
Get real, lady.
I’m no space freak.
The time has come to unlock
your power, Reno Bryce, and
fulfill your destiny.
(Screaming)
What-- what have you done to
me!?
Hey, at least you didn’t turn
king sized like I did.
He looks pretty sharp, huh babe?
Cool costume too.
I’ve had it with this!
Hey, the boy’s a regular war
blade.
You’ve made me into a freak!
Watch it with those things.
(Screaming)
If you will calm yourself you
can control your power with your
mind.
Just leave me alone!
I’ve had enough science fiction
for one day.
GRIFTER: Stop him!
You can’t force someone to be
a WildC.A.T., Grifter.
Stinkin’ coward.
He lacks our Kherubim
fighting instinct.
You and I have been in this
war for thousands of years,
Zealot.
It’s too much for someone like
him to comprehend.
Yeah, when you guys came
after Voodoo and me we ran for
cover too.
Still, I’m not sure it was a
good idea to let him walk out on
us.
Maybe he’ll come back for
his-- hey, what’s this?
Something he was carrying.
But what?
GRIFTER: If I didn’t know
better I’d say it was trying to
get at you, Void.
Let’s get this thing to the
tech lab on the double.
I wanna know what it is.
Lord Helspont, Reno Bryce has
left Halo Enterprises and the
teleportation receiver is still
there.
HELSPONT: Jacob Marlowe is a
bigger fool than I though.
Shall I instruct our
operatives to apprehend him?
Of course.
I want Reno Bryce, and this time
I shall have him.
(Laughing)
Man, I can’t believe I got
away from those weirdoes with my
skin in tact.
My hands are okay again.
At least that’s something.
Now I have to find some place to
hide.
Didn’t you hear me the first
time, Reno?
There’s nowhere for you to hide.
You!
Who are you?
We are your masters.
No!
Agh!
Get him!
(Screaming)
We Daemonites can’t survive
in your atmosphere.
We need host bodies.
What are you doing to me?
It’s a marker, Mr. Bryce.
It creates a point of entry into
your physical form.
Don’t be afraid, human.
All I want is your body.
(Screaming)
(WITH AFFECT): We must return
to Lord Helspont at once.
VOID: It is some sort of
transmitter; definitely of
Daemonite design.
I knew it!
That creep Bryce planted a bug
in our headquarters.
He could have been working
for the Daemonites all along.
Sure, that’s why he panicked
and ran away.
Hey, when you’ve been
fighting the Daemonites as long
as me and Zealot have you don’t
trust anyone.
I say we destroy the infernal
thing before it’s too late.
No, this could be the key to
Helspont’s latest plot and I
wanna know what it is.
Something’s happened.
What is it, Void?
The Daemonites have Reno
Bryce.
Can you get a fix on him?
Reno Bryce is there.
They took him north; way
north.
Helspont must be hiding
there.
We will have to go after him.
And risk our necks for that
two timing coward?
No way.
Grifter, you know I can tell
who’s right and who’s not, and
Reno’s okay.
He has no taste for a fight.
He’ll never join us.
Even if he won’t we can’t
just let Helspont get his claws
on him.
Void, port us up there, now.
Are you outta your mind?
I won’t allow it.
Come back here!
I forbid you to do this!
Who’s the boss of this outfit
anyway?
MAUL: Yeehaw!
Void did it.
Brr, suddenly I wish I was
wearing thermal underwear.
All right C.A.T.s, let’s get
wild!
I think you knocked a little
too hard, Maul.
This does not bode well.
Where are they?
VOODOO: Maybe they all went
someplace warm.
GRIFTER: Does the phrase,
"Walkin’ into a trap" mean
anything to ya?
HELSPONT: Precisely,
WildC.A.T.s.
(Screaming)
Ugh.
Hey!
(Struggling)
I’ll never get it open.
I’ve gotta find Reno.
He’s our only hope now.
GRIFTER: Man, we fell right
into that one.
Welcome, WildC.A.T.s.
(Laughing)
This will be the end of the
Kherubim resistance on earth.
That will never be more than
a dream for you, Helspont.
I wish I could stay to savour
this moment but I must prepare
to take possession of your
computer, Void, onboard the
Behemoth.
GRIFTER: How’s he gonna get
his claws on Void?
We may not be around long
enough to find out.
GRIFTER: Oh man, this is not
gonna be pleasant.
GRIFTER: Can’t anyone break
these cables?
Even I can’t and I’m supposed
to be the strongest.
If I could just get to my
sword.
I still cannot establish this
transmitter’s purpose, Marlowe.
(Beeping)
MARLOWE: What’s going on up
there.
I have lost contact with
them.
I fear they are in great danger.
Release the prisoner.
We’ll store his body here with
the others.
Not while this girl’s around.
Oh, I wish I was more of a
fighter like the others.
You will not escape me
WildC.A.T.
You’re Kherubim powers are no
match for Daemonite might.
Oh yeah?
Get ready to see just how
special my power is.
Kherubim scum, unhand me!
(Screaming)
You-- you freed me!
Yeah, but the others need our
help.
Well, are you with us or not?
I didn’t ask to be part of
this fight.
But now I’m in it and I’m gonna
fight to win.
All right!
I knew you were one of us.
Come on, Voodoo.
It’s blade time.
There must be a way out of
this.
Yeah, before Helspont gets
Void.
I’m sure it must have
something to do with that device
at our headquarters.
Agh!
I knew Reno Bryce was no
good.
That double crosser sold us out.
Get ready to rock!
Warblade’s in the house.
GRIFTER: Sweetness.
I told you he was a cool guy.
I’ll have ya free in a
slash, Spartan.
How come that thing didn’t get
you?
Perhaps because I’m a cyborg.
Foul creature, be gone!
You’re messin’ with my
friends, maggots.
We’ve got to stop Helspont
before he gets Void.
Void?
How can he get to her?
Thanks to some gizmo you
snuck into our headquarters,
pal.
That’s enough, Grifter.
He saved our lives.
Maybe, but I still don’t
trust him in a fight.
He’s all thumbs.
You let me at those
Daemonites and I’ll show you
just how well I can use these
things, mister.
MAUL: Looks like we missed
the Behemoth.
We’ve got to follow them
somehow.
Let’s use that.
Yeah, but does anybody have a
pilot’s license?
Stand back and watch me work.
SPARTAN: You sure you can fly
this thing?
I flew everything from
Cessnas to choppers back in my
smuggling days.
This’ll be a joyride; more or
less.
You said you were a cyborg,
Spartan.
But I thought you were an alien.
I’m both.
A Daemonite assassin squad
nearly got me.
Marlowe’s tech people
transferred his brain to a
cybernetic body.
It was the only way to save him.
I have a fix on the Behemoth.
It’s dead ahead.
You’d better shrink down,
Maul.
Oh, but I hate bein’ small.
Intruder alert.
It’s the WildC.A.T.s.
Will I never be rid of those
accursed Kherubim?
Never, Helspont.
And that is a promise.
(Screaming)
Don’t be so sure,
WildC.A.T.s.
I’ve already honed in on your
headquarters with this
teleporter.
Thanks to the transmitter you
were carryin’, Jack.
With it I can send anything
anywhere or bring anything to me
starting with your precious
Void.
It is a relayer for a
teleportation device.
What!?
We must destroy it at once.
Void!
Now I can drain your super
computer of its data.
All the secrets of the
Kherubims’ technology shall be
mine.
With such knowledge we
Daemonites will rule the
universe once more.
Of course the data drain will
destroy your computer in the
process.
Not while the WildC.A.T.s are
here, Helspont.
(Screaming)
Stay back!
You cannot withstand my power
for long, WildC.A.T.s.
GRIFTER: We can’t just let
him destroy Void.
We’re not going to.
Maul, start growing.
What are you doing?
He’s getting bigger.
And he’ll tear this ship apart
unless you release Void.
You heard the man.
Release her!
Wretched freak!
I will destroy you.
SPARTAN: When he gets bigger
he gets madder, Helspont.
(Screaming)
You did it!
Now do you believe I’m on
your side?
Yeah, and I believe that
thing’s gonna blow in about 5
seconds.
Void, get us out of here
now!
Let me give you some advice,
Helspont.
When a 30 foot guy tells you to
do something you better do it.
ZEALOT: Let’s go!
(Screaming)
Cursed WildC.A.T.s.
This is but a setback.
I have waited thousands of years
to conquer this planet.
I can be patient a little
longer.
Where have you been?
You had me nearly scared out of
my wits.
Sorry, sir.
We had to rescue Void and
destroy Helspont’s teleporter.
You mean you actually took on
Helspont.
After he nearly creamed us.
And it looks like we’ve got a
new member.
Kid, I was wrong about you.
Welcome to the WildC.A.T.s.
Well, it’s about time you
guys had a real fighter on the
team.
Excuse me, but when it comes
to battle I’m the ultimate
weapon.
You wanna arm wrestle for
that title?
All right you two, save it
for the Daemonites.
Today we showed Helspont that
we can hurt him because we’re
finally a team.
So let’s start acting like a
team.
Uh, Grifter, thanks for
givin’ me my name.
Hey, any time, Warblade.
And thanks for savin’ our necks.
From now on we all stick
together.
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