So this is my first ever fanfiction. I haven't written anything remotely like this since high school almost 15 years ago. I only recently found this site and I've become addicted to several stories on here. Especially the Zootopia fanfiction. This story is loosely based on events that have happened in the real world as well as some of my own personal experiences as a soldier. I read another Zootopia fanfiction that had a militaristic theme to it and was so captivated by it I wanted to write my own. If there are any commonalities between mine and another story they are purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy.
Ka-Klunk WHOOSHSHSHS!
2nd Lieutenant Judy Hopps watches as the guided anti-tank missile works its way across the open field towards its target. Mesmerized by the hot red glow of the rocket fuel that propels it quickly over the terrain. Only barely noticing the still plowed fields as it grows nearer to its target. A thought crossed her mind. Where did these rockets come from? She had never seen one before in her training. Nor had anyone ever mentioned the military of Burrowland having any. Although it wouldn't surprise her. She'd only been in the military 3 months since being drafted. She snuck a quick glance at the device that had propelled the missile still being operated by Private Jenkins, a dark brown bunny with speckled fur under his chin. The device was small enough for a bunny to use but big enough that it was at the edge of being awkward to handle. Suddenly a flash in her peripheral vision brought her attention back to the missile. It had struck its target, causing the large tank to erupt in an inferno of flames. Followed quickly by 6 more tanks erupting.
"Yes! Take that you dirty howlers!" PVT Jenkins now leaning back from to admire his handy work while another light brown bunny reloads the missile launcher.
"Don't get to excited!" Judy stated barely able to withhold her enthusiasm. "We've got more to worr-"Cut off by a sudden explosion behind her. Judy throws pulls herself tighter to the ground trying to escape the ringing in her ears as dirt falls on top of her. She looks up in time to see Jenkins launch his second missile. Hopefully at the enemy that spotted them. What only took 5 seconds seemed like an eternity.
"Hit!" screamed Jenkins! But all Judy could hear was the ringing in her ears.
"Pack it up we need to move!" She shouted. Her voice sounding like she was mumbling to herself. When out of nowhere the ground around Jenkins and his loader erupted with small explosions throwing their now ragged bodies to the ground. Judy looked up in horror as the now low flying aircraft passed over head with a mighty roar. She watched in horror and it made a slow turn in front of her coming around for another pass at her or one of the other teams hidden on the rolling hills around her. Just as the plane began to turn back towards her something happened. She wasn't sure what but the plane which was about to deal death to her and her platoon was now a smoldering wreck of fire, tumbling in the air towards the ground behind them. Just as she heard the boom of the explosion of the plane another sleeker jet flew through the smoky remains causing the smoke to whirl into spirals around its wings. As the plane began to pass to Judy's left the pilot rolled the plane to the right and looked right at her. As if in slow motion Judy studied the shining silver craft as it passed. The top of the wings adorned with the image of a blue fox with wings. And in the cockpit a pilot with a long narrow white muzzle with a single white streak on his head. The rest of his face a tannish color. "A fox she thought to herself!?" She thought to herself. And then the aircraft suddenly rolled back over and shot upward into the sky as quickly as it had appeared. It was then that Judy noticed all the small puffs of smoke in the sky between the clouds. Black smoke coming from small balls of fire slowly descending in the sky.
Judy was suddenly brought back to reality when a loud screeching noise raced what seemed like right over her head. It was another low flying aircraft laden with bombs along its wings and belly. It then released several from its wings and began to turn. Judy watched as the bombs fell on their intended target. The tanks that she and her platoon were targeting. She looked back and there on the wings of this much bulkier and green instead of silver plane was the same blue fox with wings. The pilot much further away than the other was another fox. This time with bright red fur. She watched as two more green planes came and dropped more bombs. Eventually causing the massive tanks which has slowly been moving towards them to begin retreating from the onslaught of bombs and anti-tank missiles.
During the entire spectacle, Judy had sat in aww at what she was seeing. Her mind numb from the sudden loss of two soldiers to being saved by several foxes in planes. She was dumbfounded! Unable to decide if she needed to run or celebrate her new heroes. When suddenly her radio began to crackle. She pulled the handset to her ear to listen.
"-hind us! We're being Surrounded!" Dropping the hand mic Judy spun around behind her just in time to see several parachutes floating almost harmlessly to the ground. All but one that is.
As she followed the line she realized that the closer to her the line got the lower they were to the ground. "They must have jumped first!" She thought to herself. Then noticing one almost completely on top of her but something was wrong. This one's parachute had failed to open! He was plummeting through the air and looked like he was going to land directly on top of her! She could see his desperate attempts to untangle his lines and force the chute to open. His large red tail swishing in unison with his legs! Just before he landed in the trees next to where she was his chute opened almost as if on command. He was close enough that Judy could hear the wind being knocked out of him by the sudden force of his deceleration. Just as he was landing in the trees Judy came to her senses.
"You're not going to get me fox!" she said in a whispered growl.
She picked up her rifle and ran to the bushes near the trees where he had fallen. Hiding in the bushes until she found him still hanging from his parachute, which was now tangled in the tree branches above him, nearly 6 feet off the ground. He released his bag which had been hanging below him from a strap and then his rifle which fell on top of the bag. Judy couldn't help but notice his rifle looked so much more modern than her own. Her own being a semi-automatic rifle with a wooden stock that was either reloaded with individual rounds or by using a stripper clip. His was very odd indeed. Being almost as short as hers but made from something that looks like plastic and had a pistol grip which was in front of a curved detachable magazine. She then started to notice his uniform also looked more modern with multiple pockets on both legs and his Kevlar vest had loops across it with several pouches attached. His helmet which was thicker than hers but looked like it fit more comfortably on his head. And his entire uniform was in a digital camouflage color scheme that matched quite well with his surroundings. Judy looked down at her own out dated uniform that was meant to serve as both a casual dress uniform as well as-
"Well hey there carrots!"
Judy's eyes shot up at the fox who was now looking down at her. She didn't realize that while she was admiring his equipment that she had slowly stood up where he could see her. Her eyes now wide with shock and fear.
"I don't suppose you'd want to give me a hand, would you?" he spoke with half closed eye lids and a lazy smile across his muzzle.
Judy stared into his emerald green eyes for only a second before replacing her own shocked expression with a menacing grin as she pulled her rifle up.
"Not today fox!"
