(WRITERS THOUGHTS)
I do not own characters from Disney, or any other third party stories that may or may not be mentioned. If i do miss one, i will address it in the next chapter. Any names used within this FanFiction that are the same as a real persons, living, or dead, is purely coincidental.
(An Explanation on who "Miles Feral" is.)
*****As a kid, Miles' name was derived from my favorite sonic character, "Tails". (Be that his real name was "Miles Prower") His middle name, "Leonardo", came from the inspiration of Leon S. Kennedy; a protagonist in several Resident Evil video games. His last name, "Feral", came from myself, with his entire character being the person i have always wanted to be; Smart and cunning like Tails, a quick thinker, and physically fit like Leon, and wild and courageous like what i am told to be. I hope you enjoy this characters essence as much as i do.*****
ZOOTOPIA/MILES FERAL CROSSOVER.
Prologue.
"Just a new day." he thought, walking on a railroad track. "New plan, new place, new people. Maybe this won't be so bad…"
He shuffled his bag around on his back, carrying necessities like deodorant, shampoo and conditioner, and a few extra sets of clothes. His left hand carried a briefcase with items of sincere importance to him; that sentimental value which sparked the essence of creativity and integrity within his mind. His right hand, held onto the sling of a bag, holding a .308 rifle, carrying only 20 rounds in the magazine, plus one in the chamber.
"I'll get to introduce myself, and hopefully forget this place…" he doubtfully thought again. His feet didn't drag, but his figure along with his standing made him look tired, run down, empty within. But that wasn't the case: he just had a long way to walk. Up ahead, he saw the entrance for the train leading to the second section of the new area. "Maybe i should just lie, and not tell them who i really am…"
Originally, he was just a pup with a fondness for music and weapons, now, he was just an empty Captain. At only age 24, after working countless weeks at trying to make the city he had grown up in just a little bit better, he was deployed to a new department; the Zootopia police department. Framed for accusations he did not commit, he was given a choice to serve jail time or deploy to a new city.
He slowly took a step through the gateway, and noticed the edge of a cliff, with a drop of over 50 feet. Putting his bag and rifle down, he dusted his shirt off in the hot sun, wiped his forehead of sweat, and put his hands in his pockets, looking at the globe of life itself.
"Captain Miles Leonardo Feral, at your service." he spoke in a calm voice.
CHAPTER 1.
Muffled shots of ammunition could be heard through the ears of Nick, while Judy was having a hard time with how sensitive her sense of hearing was.
"Jeez, i need to get my hands on some ear plugs or something…" She said after Nick's test was over. The target board rolled its way back to the front, and she peeked over at his score.
"Huh, 11 out of 15…" Nick spoke in weary amazement. "You'd think i'd do worse after having a firearm for only a few weeks.
Judy tilted her head in uncertainty. "Maybe, that or you're just not a gun guy…"
He scoffed. "I am too a gun guy!" he unloaded the clip from his handgun and quickly loaded a fresh one back in. "Watch me score at least ten!"
Nick slammed the button down to send another target to the back, and once he heard the go signal, he blasted as many rounds as he could into the target without hesitation. When all rounds were empty, there was a moment of silence, and the target slid back to him, and nich feverishly looked at the score.
"Nine out of 15," Judy giggled, "how does a bb gun sound for you, Nikki?"
Nick mumbled under his breath as he holstered his firearm, and tore the target down from the clip used to hold it in place.
Suddenly, a loud buzz was heard, and a voice boomed over an intercom.
"Everyone report to the meeting room for debrief of today."
Chief Bogo's voice was so deep and loud that a lot of the trainees at the station all agreed he 'probably didn't even need one in the first place'.
When the room filled up, several regular officers walked through, with a couple of a few month old recruits walking through as well. Nick and Judy sat up front as usual, and waited for chief Bogo to announce his debriefing. He cleared his throat before he spoke.
"Hello everyone, and good morning. Today, there is nothing special going on except for the cubs' parade in downtown sahara square. Come equipped with plenty of water if you choose to supervise; the heat is going to be exceptionally hot today.
"Tundra town is going to have an issue with thievery today, several reports of burglaries and such have been reported, so keep your eyes peeled.
And finally, we have a new recruit for today."
Nick and judy's ears both perked in curiosity.
"As you all know, normally i wouldn't care, but for intents and purposes, i have to as a," he looked into his papers and read the words,
"sign of respect for a higher ranked recruit… Whatever that means. Everyone welcome our new officer, Captain Feral."
Bogo waived his hand at the door, and Miles slowly walked in, looking slightly shy, but more consistent with determination. Unenthusiastic clapping was heard from all around the room, except from the front, where Nick and Judy sat.
"Tell us where you came from, Captain." Bogo said, looking through his papers.
Noticing his reply sounded bland, Miles just spoke,
"A place you don't have to care about."
Bogo drew his eye to Miles' profile, and raised an eyebrow.
"You're smarter than you look, cadet." He pointed a hoof toward the table up front. "Take a seat next to those two." Miles nodded with a "yes sir." and took a seat opposite to nick.
Judy tried to steal a look from Miles as he was trying to get to know him a bit better. Nick however, was amazed and dumbfounded by the fact of what Miles was.
Another fox. Just like nick.
Judy bumped his shoulder while he tried to keep his cool.
"You okay?"
"He's another fox!" he whispered in tension.
"What's so wrong about that?" She asked, confused.
Before Nick could explain, Bogo began calling out positions. Team one went to the sahara square, team two went to the tundra town investigation, and team three was appointed to traffic check ups. Nick and judy nodded, but before leaving the room, Judy looked at Miles, then looked at bogo for a final answer. But instead of waiting, Judy saw an opportunity to make a new friend.
"Uh, chief?"
"Hm."
"What about our new member, Miles?"
Bogo looked up and noticed he was still sitting there with his hands in his lap, just looking ahead into the front of the room, just waiting for an order.
"I'll have a talk with him, you too get going."
"Can we have him assist us-"
"Get. Moving."
Judy stayed quiet and nodded, backing away from the room and glancing at miles, who looked back at her, and she felt frozen. Nick patted her shoulder and she snapped out of it in a trance, and walked out of the room, then down the hallway, but stopping only half way.
"What are you doing, carrots?" Nick asked.
"Ssh," Judy hissed. "I want to find out why he's being held back for a few."
She crept back to the door before the room and listened in. Nick was behind her, only wanting to stick by her side for her defense.
"Miles, come up here. I need to speak with you."
A squeak of a chair being moved, then footsteps.
In a lower voice, Bogo said,
"I didn't appreciate the comment you made earlier about where you were from…"
Miles nodded and kept eye contact, answering,
"I understand sir, and i apologize for causing any distress to you about the problem. I assure you i will not do it again."
Bogo paused, gave a look that said "i don't think i can believe you.", and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and exhaling.
"you're gonna be the preppy a-hole who believes they are gonna succeed in life, arent you?
Miles gritted his teeth and spoke a little strained from irritation. "No, sir."
Bogo nodded, then spoke. "Good, i hope you know that there is a lot more to life than just looking for a way to gain respect. It isn't all sunshine and lollipops. It takes gratitude, hard work, dedication. I'm amazed you even made it to Captain with your look of weakness and pity.
Miles began to get even more irritated. So speaking through his teeth, he said,
"Of course sir, there are circumstances i have to be willing to deal with that take those qualities."
Bogo nodded slowly, and spoke.
"Good. No i've also heard you already own a couple of firearms before joining. Is this true?"
Miles nodded. "Yes sir. A rifle and a handgun."
"What caliber is the rifle?" Bogo asked, now pulling out a registration paper, and writing.
".308."
"And the handgun?"
".357."
"Any modifications at all?"
"Nothing more than suppressors and different ammunition."
Bogo wrote all the info given to him down, and signed his authority on the bottom. He handed Miles the paper.
"There is my permission to use your weapons on the job if need be. Your squad car is there too, and your teams' names are in the paper."
Miles nodded with a 'thank you sir', and began walking out the door. But before he reached the frame, Bogo spoke, "Oh, one more thing."
Judy and Nick scattered for a second to get ready to hide.
"I expect good things to come from you, Mister Feral. I know you have what it takes to be a fine officer, and i understand things were harder for you when you were in, uh," Bogo froze, trying to look for the word.
"Raccoon city." The name stung Miles' tongue like a wasp.
"Y-yes. Just please don't-"
Miles cut Bogo off with an essence of irritation and hatred for the topic at hand.
"Sir, if i may, i assure that you can trust me 100% with any god forsaken mission you hand out to me, be it hunting down a cold-blooded killer, or parking duty." A small fire started within him. "I only ask in return that you do not, and i repeat, DO NOT, Bring up where i came from, what my motives were, and what i have done in that ghost town!"
Silence filled the room, and the fire died down. Miles shook from his small outburst. Bogo had a look, but it wasn't of anger for talking back, but more of a "Well then." face. He leaned back in his seat and interlocked his hands.
"I apologize for not knowing that. But don't cut me off if you're receiving orders from your chief, understand me?"
Miles looked down in disgust with himself. "Yes, sir."
"Alright, get going. Squad three will be waiting for you in their cruiser outside." He pointed to the door, and Miles nodded, leaving the room.
Nick and judy scampered into another hallway as Miles walked down.
There was a silence as he left, and Nick perked up.
"Judy, the last thing i need is competition for my part time job selling freaking popsicles to anyone on the corner!"
Judy scoffed. "What do think he sells, if you're so sure?"
Nick stayed silent.
And in a moments notice, Judy's communication device linked to the police department, screamed a loud screech, then a electronic voice was heard.
"Judy, Miles will be a part of your squad for today-"
He stopped speaking while Nick frantically attempted to shut off the volume, but around the corner, Bogo looked at them with an irritated look, and quietly spoke,
"Get. Going."
***END of this segment. Thank you for taking the time to read my little story brewing in my imagination, i really hope you enjoyed it, and i will do my best to post at the minimum, bi-weekly. If you have any questions regarding the characters' motives, backstory, or you just want to learn everything about them, email me at nightmarze6.66 ***