Chapter 1
Recollection
Starting off, I've never written a story like this one... EVER. So if you somehow come across this mobile-device-written fanfic, feel free to give: criticism, tips, plot lines, bad/good comments, characters, ideas, or nothing! (Or all of the above..). I should also say that, of course, I do not own anything when it comes to Zootopia. I don't want people shitting themselves because I didn't say that, so I said it. This will be OC based as I don't see many of these kind of stories out in this realm of fanfiction. Now don't cry, ill put the main protagonists of the movie into my story... But it won't be FULLY committed to the duo, mainly because there are enough stories about them already. Now sit back, relax, and read the tale (pun intended) of ... Just read the story..
Click. The sound of a radio turning on earned the attention of the five Marines inside of the stationary and armored Humvee. The static soon transmitted a calm and steady voice.
"Prowler-One, Prowler-One, this is Whiskey-Three. How do you read? Over." The transmission concluded with another click.
The radio operator efficiently took hold of his machine and pressed a button on the radio to return the call. The cheetah's steady voice spoke out from the now silent vehicle after the radio signaled it's transmission with yet another click.
"Whiskey-Three, this is Prowler-One. We read you Lima Charlie, over."
A buzzing static hovered over the radio as the squad patiently awaited for a reply.
Click.
"Roger, Prowler-One. Be advised, you have unidentified individuals Oscar Mike approaching your A.O.. Do you have a visual? Over."
A red fox raised a brow beneath his helmet at the transmission, his expression clearly showing his curiosity. He titled back in an attempt to look out the humvee window, his eyes squinting as he struggled to see past the sun's glare on the glass.
The cheetah looked up at the sergeant who was in command of their squad, who in turn, pointed at the fox and titled his head in motion for him to move. "Furrs, take a look." The timber wolf rested back against his chair and looked up at the second wolf within the squad that was operating the fifty caliber machine gun mounted in the vehicles roof.
"Keep an eye on him, Clawson." The second wolf, identified as Corporal Clawson, tapped his foot on the roof to let his superior know he understood his orders.
The cheetah pressed down the small button with his thumb to send another transmission. "Roger, Whiskey-Three. No visual on the individuals yet. Working on that now, over."
The fox stepped out of the humvee as the cheetah finished his transmission, removing the small mammal sized M4 Carbine from his uniformed shoulder as he shut the armored door behind him. His eyes began to scan the scene around him. Mud-brick homes were a small distance behind him as his squad had been posted along the gravel road that led into the small and Animalian protected village.
The hot and dry desert landscape then took over the horizon, only mountains as dry as the sand disrupting it. He lifted a gloved paw above his blue eyes to block the sun's rays from obstructing his vision as the blurry form of two tall figures seemingly waddled along the road. He turned back to give his squad a thumbs up, figuring those must be the unidentified individuals Whiskey three had spoken about. His ears flicked at the sound of a quiet hum from above as a sleek white military drone zoomed past at high altitude.
"Whiskey-Three, we have confirmed visual on the individuals, over."
A few seconds of scattered static came after the transmission.
"Roger that, Prowler-One. Proceed with usual protocol for village entry. Over." Another click.
"Wilco, Whiskey-Three. Out." The cheetah ended the transmission by letting go of the radio and giving a small nod to the timber wolf in front of him.
The private who drove the humvee stayed inside the safety of the vehicle while both the sergeant and radio operator leaned out of their armored doors and stepped onto the desert sand. Clawson had his large weapon sighted towards the two figures which could now be identified as camels, with dirt stained cloths flowing down their lengthy frames and surrounding their rounded muzzles.
The Fox, corporal Furrs, glanced to his left as sergeant Wulf came beside him holding his own standard issued M4 Carbine along his chest. Private Scratch held his radio on his back and lifted a paw above his eyes to get a better view of the duo moving along the street.
"Tawaqquf... Tawaqquf.. Stop!" Sergeant Wulf held a paw up, his fingers pointed up and his palm facing out as he motioned for the camels to stop moving once they came within a reasonable distance from the squad. The standard procedure was a full body search. If weapons or explosives where found the two would be considered hostile. The camels eventually understood what was being demanded of them and they complied, almost reluctantly.
"Furrs! Get up there." The fox glanced towards the sergeant to see he had pointed towards the camel on the right. Corporal Furrs immediately began move towards the tall mammal, shaking his head in a frustrated manner at the thought of running his paws higher than his own head to reach the camels armpits.
He squinted as he felt a beam of light reflect directly into his eye and his paw instinctively lifted up as if he were defending his it from a small attack. Furrs blinked the sudden flash of irritation away only to notice the camel had a small black flip-phone enclosed in his hooves which had reflected the light into his eyes just moments before.
His eyes quickly widened as he saw a thumb hovering over the 'enter' key on the device and his paws quickly fled to his weapon, lifting it up to point it at the camel and yelled out in a hoarse voice. "Put the phone down!" The Fox removed a paw from his M4 to point at the phone before violently pointing to the ground. "Put the fucking phone down!"
His squad sprung into action like a light suddenly being turned on. Clawson pointed his fifty cal. At the camels while both Wulf and Scratch hoisted the ends of their weapons up and towards the two individuals, making sure not to aim at their fellow Marine ahead of them.
"'Asfal! Down!" Furrs heard the sergeant speak behind him as he slowly took another step back, not wanting to be the victim of a suicide attack.
The camel's expression didn't change and he seemed to be holding onto his phone even tighter as the foreign soldiers yelled out at him.
Furrs attention was suddenly pulled towards the second camel as if seemed to produce a small explosive detonator out of thin air. The cylindrical object gleaned in the suns burning light as the mammal's dusty thumb hovered over a transparent red button. The camel had a blood chilling glare in his eye as he made eye contact with the young corporal. The Fox stumbled back in shock as the camel yelled out words that seemed inaudible to his fear-induced deaf ears. Time seemed to stop as the small click of the button being pressed from the mammal became the most terrifying sound a soldier could ever hear.
Click.
Corporal Furrs's vision was filled with a bright orange flash and crimson flesh as the smokey explosion sent him hurtling backwards in the air all the while disintegrating the two camels where they stood.
As Corporal North Furrs hit the compact gravel road with a sickening thud, he awoke in panic inside of his small apartment with a momentary flash of pain against his back. His body pressed down against his springy mattress as he saw only the white ceiling of his room.
He sat up with a stuttered gasp, throwing his blankets aside as sweat poured down his orange and white furred face. The sound of the bustling city of Zootopia slithering into his cheap home as he began to recollect his scattered thoughts.
North groaned as he realized he must have been dreaming and he threw his paws over his eyes and rested against back against the wall that his bed was neatly tucked against, uttering a few curses as he slowly began to calm down. "Agh! Fuck that..."
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Remember that this was all typed on a mobile device.. Not a computer where typing is easy.. Anyway! Further chapters may be longer, or shorter.. Depends on how I feel and how successful this story becomes. If you have any ideas for me, just say it! If you hate my story, just say it! I won't give a flying fart if you dislike it. Though I like knowing people enjoy it.
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