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Hello! My name is Rocky MacIntyre, I'll give you the short version. I'm 35 years old, and I'm, well was, working part time for the ZPD and the Zootopian Military. In the ZPD I sometimes worked to help train Academy Students, although I played a bigger role in the Witness Protection Program. It was my job to help keep these witnesses safe from whoever might be after them for one reason or another.

I used to be do a few different jobs a while before that. For instance I used to be a mercenary, until I got framed for something and it ended up getting me fired. I had wanted to be a soldier all my life, and as a mercenary I got to help fight on one side of the Reptilian Civil War. However, me and the other 5 guys in my unit got into a fight. Because I was a fox, they were able to get away with framing me pretty easily. When I was framed, someone understandably fired me. But I was mad, so I found the guy who fired me and beat the bastard to the point of paralysis. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy was still in a wheelchair today. Anyway, I managed to 'escape' into downtown Zootopia and met a con-mammal named Nick Wilde.

The guy tried to swindle me out of 30 bucks. 30 bucks! In 1927! Saying how it was for that one orphen that wouldn't get his share of bread every weekend. As if I would fall for that. I'd seen that orphanage, those kids were richer than I was. Long story short, his hustle didn't work and he was so impressed he offered me to be his partner! I realized he was probably only doing that so I wouldn't call him out, but I figured he was probably a con-mammal because he didn't have much of a choice. Being a fox and all in the 1920s. Not to mention I needed a job and a place to lay low for a while. So, I accepted.

Working for a con-mammal as his partner, we became pretty good friends. It was good for a few months, but over time I found my heart just wasn't into what we were doing anymore. Nick and I parted ways on good terms and we still consider each other as friends. I started looking for another job, until I got arrested when my old boss finally found me. Turns out he really didn't like being paralyzed and had a warrant for my arrest.

So that's how I ended up in the slammer for a good 10 years of my life. In 1937, I was finally released under the condition I would work for the ZPD in the witness protection program. I excepted. I had been in prison during most of the great depression, and trust me in that place you could tell where they were cutting their budgets. I still don't want to know what they served in tuesday's chili.

Because the depression was still going on I had no idea how I would get a job if I ever got out. So I decided not to be picky.

Anyway, for about a year I did the job and followed the same general routine. Take a guy in, make sure he had enough protection against whatever mob he had ticked off, keep him alive until they could put the crime boss away, let the witness go free, I get my paycheck, everyone's happy. That is until we got a gray wolf seeking asylum from the neighboring predator city that would to go to war with us in two years. Turns out he was a scientist of sorts that had been working for the military until one of the experiments went wrong somehow. I think his name was Dr. Wolfenstein or something.

Anyway, get this, he would later claim that he and his team had managed to create a Fox Rabbit hybrid. I know. I know. Crazy; it gets better. He claimed all his research and the hybrids and all that jazz were on an island that no one had discovered yet; that there were secret plans for jet planes and big rockets that could blow up like half a city. He claimed that the Fox-Rabbits, just the 6 of them, had managed to convince the rabbit slave workers and the foxes that were standing guard on the island to rise up against their oppressors. Told us that he had barely managed to escape with his life and that they would come for him next.

Yeah, so imagine our surprise when in late 1943, during the midst of the second great war, it turned out he was telling the truth. Apparently the Fox-Rabbits had found a way to produce rapidly maturing offspring. They used the same process that created themselfs to make more of their kind. By the time 1943 came around they had built up enough numbers to maintain a sizable airforce, and a small self-defence ground force.

The Doctor was right when he said that they had jet technology. Later in the war they would create 162s, and even 229s farther down the road. I'll tell you more about them later. They had built hundreds of jet aircraft in the span of a few years. They started off with 262s, a twin engine jet with a greater acceleration, climb rate, and top speed than any other plane in the world at the time. The standard version was equipped with 4 30mm cannons, and was capable of carrying 24 unguided anti-air missiles under its wings.

There were 3 other notable variations. The first was an attacker version armed with 2 30mm cannons and was capable of carrying 2 500 kilogram bombs. The last one was armed with a single 50mm cannon. It was used primarily against tanks, although they did conduct operations against Coalition Naval Destroyers on occasion. The final version had its landing gear and engines pushed father out on the wings, leaving a space between them. This space was occupied with an air droppable torpedo.

Long story short, they used these jets to flatten half the airfields near the front lines before anyone knew what the heck was going on. And it wasn't just us either; they went after both sides of the war. Both Zootopia and Berlinetorr lost a large portion of their air force on the ground. After the first wave, any plane capable of anti-air combat was launched in an attempt to take out the attacking planes.

That only resulted in all but 1/10 of the intercept planes being shot down. Not long after, the official declaration of war finally reached the Mayor's office, from the island the Fox-Rabbits had captured and turned into a nation, naming it 'Befreine'. Right after the declaration came in, the report that the air bases were under attack arrived.

And almost right after that, the Fox-Rabbits attacked the harbors holding the warring powers' capital ships. It lead to the annihilation of all of the aircraft carriers, and the loss of most of the battleships and cruisers in port. They even took out the submarines, and badly damaged most of the dry docks.

The attacks wiped out all effective means of mounting an immediate counter attack against an island. Smart plan. We knew they existed, where they were, and the fact that they had declared war on us. But, there was nothing we could do about it.

Well, almost nothing.

A few battleships and cruisers were saved, as they had been launched less than 18 hours before paw on a mission to intercept the Berlinetorr battleship Tirpitz. Which was also safe out at sea when the attacks began. They both remained out at sea guarding against anything that might attack from sea. Nothing did though.

There was no way we could have known at the time that Befreien had practically no Navy whatsoever. The island had a few PT boats and Torpedo boats, and once had a destroyer; however that destroyer had been sunk as a result of the revolt. Plus, there were only 2 dry docks built on the island with only another 2 under construction. So there really wasn't a way for them to create a large Navy from the start.

After the initial attacks, they began to target factories, highways, railroads, hangars; anything that would contribute to the production of our armed forces. Although admittedly the airforce had it the hardest. The aviation factories were the most badly hit, the planes we could assembly had their own set of problems to deal with.

Both sides of the war, Zootopia and Berlinetorr, agreed on a cease fire and would form an alliance of sorts to defeat our common enemy. It would simply be known as, 'The Coalition'. We started to formulate a plan to fight back against Befreine.

We realized quickly that with much of our industry crippled, and the continuous air attacks flattening anything that looked important to Befreine, that it would be very difficult to mount an attack. So we started a slow program rebuild a strike force. The plan was to proceed as following.

First they would build up a large air force. They designed a new cargo plane that could fill a number of rolls. It was designated the 'CTT 3, Befreine crusher'. It was designed to either carry troops, or cargo that the troops could use.

Powered by 6 Wright R-3350 Duplex-Cyclone engines, famous for their use on the B-29, it was 121 feet long with a 173 foot wingspan. The troop variant had a double deck that could hold around 120 total mammals depending on their size. The cargo version featured a rear ramp cargo hold door. It carried crates of bullets, guns, rations, or just anything really that could help the soldiers on the ground.

Once the planes were built and the soldiers gathered, we would send what was left of the fleet out to the island to provide artillery support as the planes moved in. The planes would fly low to help counteract any radar and lower their detection range. Once we got there, we would drop on the island.

I should probably mention that despite Befreine's vast natural resources, there were 2 things it lacked in abundance. Oil, and food. There was really no way we could have known that at the time. Neither did we know that one of the reasons they went to war in the first place was so that they could secretly take some of our supplies.

One thing we never accounted for at the time were spies and agents in disguise. They had some of the Rabbits and Foxes on their side secretly take supplies, mostly crates of vegetables, or barrels of oil. Sometimes they captured supply ships, other times they secretly occupied a few facilities that contained or created these vital supplies. These didn't have a major impact on our preparations, Zootopia's oil supply alone was more than enough to sustain both sides of the war, but they didn't help that much either

It took a year before all our preparations were complete.

Operation Superintendent. That was the name they decided on. The invasion of Befreine on November 22, 1944. The attack began at the break of dawn, and I still remember it clear as day. It was the decisive battle that would determine the fate of our cities.