WELCOME TO MOBIUS
Gazing Into A Fractured Mirror
The sky was dark, and blanketed with an afterglow from years of toxic gases being tossed out of factories that have cease to operate for the past few months. For years now it's been a daily occurrence. Each day toxic storm cells, would barrel their way toward a homestead that for longest time, was shrouded in secrecy. For many years the residents of this untouched plot of the planet. Was home to a group of beings that had been pushing to regain the freedom that was ripped from their childhood lives. These "freedom fighters" were neither man, nor beast. As this planet was the bastion of a new sentient being.
After the old world was lost to the previous owners self righteousness, this ultimately cost them a breathable and sustainable world. So as a last stitch effort to save what was left of this sentient life. The plan was set in motion that a colonization project be set underway. Using donations from wealthy parts of society and big investors. The project was a success after only twelve years the massive craft housing thousands of the planets inhabitants. Left the planet's atmosphere in search of a new world, while the one they left behind perished...Or... So they thought.
-PRESENT DAY EARTH(CODE NAMED MOBIUS) YEAR 3356-
:: FREEDOM FIGHTER: RESISTANCE AND STRATEGICAL WAR ROOM::
The room was still, as a sentient being with a resemblance to a ground squirrel was issuing out instructions for a decisive mission. Her posture was stern, and her apparel over her brown coat. Was comprised of a black tank top woven with a silk like fabric .Worn over her tank was a blue tattered and worn vest, with a dark blue coating. Her lower half was concealed by near charcoal colored cargo's and in her left paw was a thin rod, being held by her a posable appendages.
In front of her was a textured 3D projection of a city encased in a metallic finish. Placed in certain sections of the projection, was rotating red reticles hovering a couple centimeters from the projected city, rod pointing in the direction of one of the reticles.
"Okay, so you see here... Miles has found a possible underground system... This system leads to the air duct we just covered."
She flicks the rod at Miles.
"Sweetie... Care to add anything else to the plan?"
He was of the canine family and bipedal just like the ground squirrel before him. He wore a lengthy burnt green jacket, with a blackened tint. His height suggested he was of middle age, and athletic. His body structure was that of a fox, with a burnt orange pigment in his fur. A plaid pair of cargo's covered his waist down to his knees. The peculiar trait of this fox besides being sentient, was his two puffy tails that were resting on the gravel floor.
Stunned at her jumping back to him, and caught off guard. He looks at the projection for a few moments then back at the ground squirrel. Rubbing the back of his head with his right hand.
"I um... I... To... To be honest... Sal... I think were good. "
She smiles as she flicks the pointer at a younger darker coloration in comparison to the aging fox. Unlike the two before him. He had on no outer clothing, and had the appearance and height of an early teenager. He nervously rubbed his left hand against the dark orange fur of his right arm.
"Now Zealous... What about you... Have anything to add?"
She let's out a soft smile, noticing the young kits nervous state. He gazes up at her once realizing who she was talking to, and shaking his head not knowing how to add to the conversation.
"N-no, no... Aunt Sally."
Just then a thunderous crack shook the sky followed by an explosive boom expanding around the village. Looking for some stability. Miles leans onto the table the projection was emanating from. Looking to his left, seeing Sal flustered and worried, he heads to the door leading outside into the village center. The sky erupted as a torrent of gusts bashed into him, causing him to grab the sides of the open door frame. Panicking, she rushed over to him, as he gripped the sides of the door. Taking ahold of his waist and giving him foothold as the gusts intensified. Building roofing flying in front of him, and slamming onto the walkways networking through the entire village. The gusts continued to slam the two, as they could see off in the distance a metallic object breakthrough the daunting storm system. Leaving a scorching trail behind it, as the object careened towards the surface. Dust kicking up around in front of them. The two's eyes gazed, as the craft made impact in a bright light. The flash casting over the village in a blinding emission. The fox quickly closed his eyes, blocking his vision further by using his right arm to shield his eyelids.
Waiting for a few moments. He carefully cracked open his eyelids and observing, his eyes adjusting back to before the light erupted around him and Sal. The torrents quickly died out, and softened to a light breeze. The two look around, questioning what they just witnessed. He steps out onto the gravel walkway. Looking up into the silent toxic sky, and scratching his finger tips into the fur on the back of his head.
"what the hell... was that!"
She dashes over to him, and wraps her arms around his waist, and her muzzle resting atop his right shoulder.
"Hun... I think we should see what that was. For all we know it could be an attack by Julian."
brushing his muzzle against hers. The light breeze streaming through their fur.
"Your right... Sonny's artwork wasn't plastered onto that... But... If not him, or possibly Julian... Then... Who?"
She lessens her grip around his waist, and plants a kiss on the side of his muzzle.
"I don't know hun, but... Let's go see if it's anything we have to worry about."
Miles looks at her and smiles, placing his right hand on her shoulder. She smiles back softly, and takes off towards the unknown object. He looks up above the surrounding treeline. Where the now fading trail of smoke sliced through the sky.
Glancing back and noticing Sal off in the distance, and quickly Vanishing into the brush. The fox looks back at the door leading into the war room, seeing all the faces awaiting his move. Shifting his focus back into the forest, and realizing his lack of options.
"Sal... Wait up..."
His chrome boots scuffing off the gravel, as he too races towards the the billowing object noticeable through the tree line.
"Hey! Wait Up! ... You know... For your husband! "
Shouting into the dense brush, as he too shrouds into concealment of the dense woodlands.