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Chapter Two: A trip down memory lane

It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember

"What do you mean, you haven't heard of her!?" M-02 Shrieked.

"I'm only going to say this once. Keep your voice DOWN... Now, like I said, I'm tired. We can talk about this in the morning." I said while padding to the door of the armory.

"Daddy?" Ella mumbled while stumbling into the room. "Why haven't you come back yet?" She asked while reaching for me to pick her up. Upon picking up the seven pound Fox kit, she wrapper her skinny arms and paws around my neck while I supported her butt with one hand and back with the other.

"Sorry pumpkin, uncle Alex needed to show me something." I answered while Ella rested her small head on my shoulder. "This conversation is over." I hissed to the three Martha's, who hadn't said a word since Ella's arrival. Alex stood silently as well, knowing something that he hadn't said to me over the years we'd known each other; I could always tell when he didn't say something he should have, however, the combination of being tired and having Ella in my arms decided that I wouldn't drive any further into the rabbit hole.

With each step up the stairs needed to reach Ella's room, my pace slowed more and more until it came to a grinding halt. "Sorry, Pumpkin. Daddy needs a break." I cooed while sliding down the slightly corroded wall of deck three.

"… Is it getting worse?" The kit softly asked while nuzzling into my scared neck. I wasn't sure what to tell her. I could say everything was fine and I was just tired from planning. Or, I could tell the truth, and have her worry about me.

"Darling, no matter how bad my body hurts, or how weak I become, I will Never let you go." I replied while a few tears rolled down my face. Oh, how badly I wanted that to be true. I never wanted to leave her alone in the world, but without the Recovery Stimulation Kit, I wouldn't be able to do anything other than lay there and be taken care of. The thought of me leaving Ella to fend for herself in this world inadvertently caused me to hold onto her as tight as possible without it hurting.

"Are you okay?" Ella asked.

"Yeah, I'm just f-fine, Pumpkin." I mumbled while more silent tears rolled down what was left of my cheeks. If we didn't retrieve the R.S.K tomorrow, It would be the end of the road for me one way or another.

-=Martha drone Pov: Six years earlier=-

"The Thargoid warship is down, sweep the area for Admiral Crawford." Sam ordered to the three Martha drones.

"Yes Ma'am!" M-01 replied.

"Any idea where we should start?" M-02 asked.

"Found him!" M-03 shouted through their closed communication system while speeding toward a group of about seven people located on a grassy hill. Once the three drones closed the miles of distance between them and Admiral Crawford, they realized he was severally injured. All around him were angelic looking women wearing black, tight fitting armor with Electroluminescent wiring running down their limbs and torsos. Each of the four winged humans had a different color of E.L wiring; Purple, Yellow, Red, and blue. The woman wearing Yellow E.L wire was supporting Elliot's upper body and head. Another one of the Winged humans wearing Green E.L wire had her hands of Admiral Crawford's chest, and the purple wearing woman had her hands on each of his ears. One thing the Martha's noticed was the lack of wings on the Purple E.L wire wearing woman.

Along with the Angel like women, Miss Jacqueline and Sergeant William Dunn were around Admiral Crawford, simply watching; The Drones noted that Jacqueline was wailing on her knees.

"Step away from Admiral Crawford, this is your first and only warning!" M-01 shouted through the megaphone within her hull. "Deploy Plasma weaponry and open fire on my mark." She said through their closed channel.

All at once, the drone's Blue, peaceful eyes, changed to a hostile red as police lights started flashing from their wingtips. Simultaneously, a door on the underbelly of the drones opened, followed by a single Plasma Accelerator popping out. The Martha's took up positions every 120 degrees around the Group of winged creatures, fully encircling them.

"Fire!" M-01 shouted through the Closed channel.

Instantaneously, three balls of pinkish purple plasma rocketed towards the women. Before the orbs of ionized gas hit the people, the one wearing Red Electroluminescent wire held out her hand, causing all plasma shots to halt in their path.

"Uhh, I don't wanna be that drone, but I think we're screwed." M-03 said with worry. Just like that, the Plasma dissipated, and the woman returned to Admiral Crawford.

"Hey Elliot, you gave us quite the scare there." The one wearing Purple E.L wire cooed just inches away from Elliot's face."

Admiral Crawford then let out a long groan be fore saying "That isn't a pleasant feeling. It's like being tired, only your soul's the thing that's tired." Once Admiral Crawford finished his sentence, Miss Jacqueline pushed past the winged women and hugged him.

"Elliot, I-I thought I lost you after all that time you were in the coma. A-And then you almost got killed five minutes after you woke u-up!" She sobbed out while furiously nuzzling into Crawford's neck.

"I had to stop them Jacqueline, the Terran's wouldn't have stood a chance." Admiral Crawford replied while holding onto the back of Miss Jacqueline's head.

-=Present Time=-

"How could he have forgotten Miss Jacqueline?" M-03 asked the other two drones, who huddled together once Elliot left the room.

"I presume Mister Elliot's suffering from severe retrograde amnesia. The neutron bomb must have scrambled his brain." M-02 replied.

"I agree. It also appears that his epidermis has been fused with the non-Newtonian armor from his G-suit. The heat of the blast must have overwhelmed the energy absorption properties." M-01 said while glancing at Alex, who still had a downcast expression.

"That's awful, I can't imagine what pain he must have felt when it happened. All I remember was the initial explosion being contained by his power… then waking up here." M-03 sympathized quietly.

"Let's uplink to Satcom and get the full story." M-01 ordered.

"You know she likes to be called Sam, Satcom makes her feel more like a computer, and ever since Elliot gave her free reign over herself, Sam's been improving her logic processing. By now she could be indistinguishable from a Human, at least to them." M-03 interjected.

"Wow, you really need to re-calibrate your grammar structuring software." M-02 said.

"Will both of you shut up now. I reached Sam."

"This is a restricted radio frequency, you must leave it immediately." Sam chastened on the other line.

"Ma'am, this is M-01 reporting with an uplink. The last thing-"

"Code One-six-eight-two-four. Protocol B." Sam interrupted.

"Oh.. I understand Ma'am, we'll keep it subtle." M-01 answered. There seemed to be a long pause between the three, as is they were sorrowful for whatever the code meant.

"So, that happened." M-02 said glumly.

"But why on earth would he do that?" M-03 asked.

"I don't know. But we must keep it low key, Elliot needs to believe it." M-01 answered.

-= Elliot Pov=-

I finally made it to my old bedroom when it hit me, we could just use our home to assault the Prism R&D lab. The ship was still hyperspace capable, and most of the energy weapons worked; The single, class three, one-hundred and seventeen millimeter chain gun run out of ammo long ago. We were fighting an entire division of Prism security forces, and they'd brought the whole nine yards. Tank's that could rotate their tracks into four legs to walk over extremely hostile terrain. Stealth Transport helicopters with Exo-skeleton wearing soldiers inside. Kinetic weapons that dropped tungsten rods from high orbit. That battle really pushed my flying skill to the limit with so many targets and so little munition based ammunition. I still had one working class four Beam Laser, both class two gimballed Burst Lasers, and both class one turreted Pulse Lasers; The point defense systems run out of ammunition, and the shield generator was severely damaged, only working to about 25% of its' normal efficiency.

I wasn't about to go all the way back to the Armory just to tell Alex my new plan, so I pulled the blankets up to my neck, just high enough for Ella's nose to poke out the top; I had tried to leave, but lately she wouldn't let me go to sleep unless I was under her grasp. The small Arctic fox had made a routine of laying on my chest, just high enough for her snout to reach my clavicle. I didn't mind it much, but I always worried I would roll in my sleep and squish her. I'd come far as a father in the two years I knew Ella.

-=Two years ago=-

"Alex, have you seen my Holographic projector? I'm going out to make us some more money." I asked through the intercom system of the ship.

"What do I look like to you, your personal equipment manager?" He replied through the intercom.

"Nevermind, I think I know where it is." I said while walking away from the wall mounted LCD screen. By the time I put on all the wiring needed to track my body movement, it was far later in the day than I normally started my activities; I would usually be out at the crack of dawn, although now I might be able to make it before noon if I was lucky.

The holographic projector I put on allowed me to look like anything that I had from DNA. This required me to draw the blood from a wolf, considering they're the closest size match to Humans. Upon acquiring a few CC's of DNA from an ever so unwilling donor, the sample would be inserted into an egg shaped pendant I wore around my waist; The projection wouldn't be an exact copy of the DNA's owner, but without adjustment of how the hologram looked, you'd think we were related. I currently looked like a tan wolf with cream colored fur on my belly and under my muzzle. There were a few problems though, one being the lack of a real tail or muzzle, meaning if anyone reached out to touch them, I'd be screwed. Another is a wolf's legs and arms are far thinner than my own: My remedy for that was baggy pants and a thick coat. The last problem was my feet and hands, they looked like bare paws, but my feet still had boots on them and they still made a footprint. My hands still had five fingers, so the option was make the hologram have five fingers instead of four, or wear a glove that merged two fingers together, I went with the latter. To further my concealment, I always wore a navy blue Trench coat, and a green plaid sweater-vest to give me the appearance of an elderly. I figure if I move like an old man, I might as well look like one too.

My usual roaming grounds were a few blocks to the southwest of Precinct one, heading in the direction of the Rainforest District. The area was a park filled with trees of all kinds, paths and trails dotting all through the area. What made it special was the way it reverberated a certain instrument. I could play the piano, and you would hear it anywhere in the park; Alex and I tried to determine scientifically why this was, but it still remained a total mystery. Intriguing nonetheless.

At the time I found Ella, we'd already fought the Division of Raxxlan troops on the other side of the world. After that, law started to reconsider chasing after us, which allowed me to more freely wander the streets of Zootopia. I usually took our YF-185 stealth jet to the park before dawn, and have it auto-return to our home; The jet was completely invisible and almost silent due to a sound absorbing field Prism security developed; Even with all my intelligence and technological advantage, I had NO CLUE on how the thing worked, but when I put a few of them around the ship, it became almost completely silent.

The problem was the time of day, it was almost nine in the morning, and someone might see the jet wash, followed by a wolf appearing out of nowhere. With that in mind, I decided to land in a slum area of Savannah central, almost ten blocks from the park. If anyone saw me appear from the jet, everyone would just think they were high from drugs or something., that was the idea anyway. I hadn't any time with the less fortunate parts of the town since my rout consisted of the park, a grocery store, and the occasional chit-chat with my enemies; Yes, I had casual conversations with my enemies, namely Judy Hopps and her partner Nicholas Wilde; Wilde wasn't so much of an enemy, more of an unwilling cohort. Hopps on the other hand wanted to kill me and piss on my grave.

Flying in the early morning gave me a sense of peace. I was allowed to fly in complete silence, free of the distractions of life. No one could spot me on radar, see me visually, or hear me go by. Even if someone did try to intercept me, the jet was capable of reaching mach 23.4 with the assistance of a partial Frame shift drive. I wouldn't be able to reach faster than light speeds by a long shot, but I'd still be going five miles per second without a sonic boom.

Alex and I designed the craft almost identical to an ancient fifth generation fighter aircraft called the YF-23 blackwidow II. We scaled the size of the craft up to allow dual seating as well as larger armament. On each side of the cockpit we mounted twenty millimeter Gatling cannons, and dual forty millimeter cannons below the chain guns. All four cannons, and two chain guns were hooked up to out visors, allowing a gimballed tracking system that followed our eyes and corrected for range, G load, etcetera. Within the belly of the craft held ATGM.'s, AA missiles and laser guided, five-hundred pound bombs; All of the weapons retracted within the ship to achieve the proper radar signature reflection.

"This is Aurora Space Corps, Viper Five. Come in Eagle keeper, Over."

"I read you loud and clear Viper Five. Send traffic, Over."

"Mission critical objective as follows…. One dozen glaze, five sprinkle, and two long johns. How copy? Over."

"I read you loud and clear Viper five, I'll make sure to get some air freshener for when that shit comes out the other end, over." I replied with a smirk.

"Oh, ha-ha Eagle keeper. Like I'm going to eat them all at once."

"I'm sorry Viper five, Didn't catch your last, over." I said while trying to hold back laughter.

"I SAID, Like I'm going to eat them all at once." Alex replied with irritation.

"Still not hearing that last bit Viper five. Perhaps We're getting interference from your bowels, Over."

"I don't understand, I can… Oh you total bitch, OOOVVVVEEERRRR!"

"Huh, seems to have cleared itself up, Over." I replied before bursting into laughter.

"WARNING, altitude… LOW. . . WARNING, altitude... LOW." Came throughout the cockpit, causing an instant realization that I had inadvertently rammed the yoke forward. With one heavy pull on the stick, I leveled out only a few meters away from the buildings below me. At least I was over the LZ when it happened. With a few flicks of the hundreds of switches and instruments in front of me, the jet was put into VTOL mode. I ended up landing in a run down residential neighborhood that looked all but deserted. The YF-185 took up the entire residential road as well as some of the opposing yards. I waited silently for a few minutes with the Q.R.F (Quantum refraction field) active just to make sure the police weren't going to show up. After around five minutes, I opened the cockpit and climbed down the ladder, albeit very slowly.

In addition to the neighborhood looking deserted, an eerie fog had rolled in since the jet engines shut off, giving the whole place an apocalyptic zombie feel.

"YF-185, return to home." I commanded into the arm mounted display I'd repurposed from my destroyed wingsuit. With a few confirming sounds emanating from the cockpit, which was now closing. The ship took off and disappeared into a Q.R field, all sound disappearing with it.

"Whoa, are you like a spy or something?" I heard from behind me. "Of course someone had to see me." When I turned around, there was an old Vixen standing awestruck. The fox had patches of gray mixed into her otherwise Red and cream colored fur. Something about her was familiar, very much so, I just couldn't tell what it was.

"Uhh, something like that Ma'am. Do I know you by any chance? You look very familiar for some reason, but I'm sure I would have recognized such a beautiful Vixen as yourself." I had said this as a harmless comment, but when she blushed in return, it hit me that I looked like an old wolf.

"Oh, well thank you mister spy, but I don't believe we've been antiquated before. You can call me Alice Wilde." She said while extending a paw. I shook it hesitantly, not just because she happened to be a credible witness, but because I still happened to have a hand, not a paw.

"Lovely to be acquainted Misses Wilde. You may call me the Eagle keeper. Sorry, can't be giving out my name." I said with a slight smile.

"Oh please, it's Miss Wide."

"Aww shit, she's hinting that she's single."

"But I don't think a Human would be interested in a Vixen like me."

"*Sigh* It was the handshake wasn't it?" I asked while preparing to draw my suppressed FN-103 handgun.

"Oh, I've been around long enough to know when something's off. Your hand was the finishing touch... Can I see what you really look like? I've seen pictures and drawings online, but I've wanted to see a real Human for years now." She asked.

"Wait, you're not worried I'm going to kill you?" I asked while drawing the suppressed pistol colored in a Flat dark earth tone.

"Honey, I've been alive long enough to know when someone's guilty of something. If you really did what the media says you did, you would have already been dumping my body in a dumpster." She replied without a care in the world.

"Actually, I would dig a hole about seven feet deep and two feet wide, then dump you head first so the smell wouldn't come up through the ground." I countered while holstering my sidearm behind my back.

"See, you know all that, yet you said hello and gave me a compliment. Please- The old Vixen started to say while holding onto one of my hands with both of her paws. "Give an old mammal a chance to check something off the bucket list."

"I really shouldn't turn off the hologram in the open. And I do need to get going with my daily tasks." The more I spoke, the lower Miss Wilde's heart sunk. I could see her face of hope turn to one of disappointment and sadness. "But, If you live nearby, I can show you indoors."

"REALLY!?" She asked with exuberance. "Oh, I live right here!" She shouted while pointing the house we were standing in front of. The sight of where this nice lady lived made my heart sink. The whole house was in a state of disrepair, even though it looked like she tried to keep it nice. The walls needed new paint, the lawn was nothing but dead bushes and weeds, and the front porch looked like it would collapse at any moment. When we entered, the door required me to bend down a little, but the inside had a seven or so foot ceiling, allowing me to freely walk around. "Would you like anything to eat?"

"Uh, no Ma'am…" I replied while looking at the torn pineapple wallpaper.

"You wipe that sad-sap look of your face right now. I know this isn't the most luxurious place, but It's my home, and I will stay here till the day I die." The Vixen said with a determined look on her face.

"Well said Ma'am. So, how I look… you should know that I don't look like most Humans. It's quite disturbing to be honest." I said solemnly.

"What, why don't you look like a normal Human?" She asked while inching closer, motherly instincts taking over.

"The explosion everyone thinks I caused, I tried to contain the blast with some-some power I had. I don't know what it was, but apparently I thought it was powerful enough to contain a fifteen kiloton Neutron bomb. Obviously I was wrong in that assumption."

"You were at the epicenter?" She asked with horror.

"Yeah, I had some really strong armor that protected me, but it overheated and melted into my skin at the molecular level. Now parts of my body look like they've been painted camo. The rest of my body looks like one burnt mess of skin and pitted scars." I said while removing my coat and shirts, leaving just a holographic projection of a wolf's chest fur.

"Oh… Oh my, how could you not say anything. How could you not show everyone what you did to try and save them!?" She asked with growing anger.

"Miss Wilde, please. The man that saved me was the man the detonated the bomb, he was brainwashed, and didn't know what he was doing was bad."

". . . I'm-I'm sorry, I should have let you finish. It's just, being a fox has always been a hard life for me. No one thinks you're trustworthy and all. But you, everyone thinks you killed millions of rabbits out of hate… That must be awful." She said while sitting on a flower pattern couch.

"Confidence is ignorance. If you're feeling cocky, it's because there's something you don't know. Just look at what happened a year ago. Prism security felt confident they could apprehend me, and I've been sending money to the families ever since. Hold on, I think I have another one… Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity. The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge. You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. There are a few who know what really happened the day the world changed, your son is one of those people."

"You know Nicholas?"

"Yep, we were friends apparently, I just don't remember it. Anyway, I did come in to show you what I look like."

"OH, yes-yes. Please do." Miss Wilde said while gesturing towards me.

"I won't be offended if you vomit." I said while reaching down to the egg shaped pendant on my waist. Miss Wilde gave a dismissal chuckle at my comment, but when she saw my body, all joking expressions wiped off her face in an instant.

"Oh my God." She mumbled while holding her paws up to her mouth. "Your skin… YOUR EYES!"

"Yes, those had to be replaced. Camera on the right eye, Radar on the left eye. My retinas were burned out."

The Elderly Vixen stood slowly and reached out to touch my bare chest, but looked up to me as if asking permission. I nodded in approval, and the padded paw inches away from my chest moved to rest just above where my belly button used to be. That was the first touch of someone in years, and as weird as it was, I felt comfortable having her warm paw on me.

"This is Aurora Space Corps, Viper five. Come in Eagle keeper, OOOVVVVEEERRR." Came through my hand held radio.

With an annoyed sigh, I put my arm mounted display to my mouth. "This is Eagle keeper, send traffic, over." I said in a nettled tone.

"I can't help but see you're getting a feel up instead of the mission critical objective, suggest you fit your full battle-rattle and get going Eagle keeper… Over"

"What's battle-rattle?" Miss Wilde asked while continuing to look at my burns, mainly the areas that had imprinted G-Suit.

"Let me break it down barney style-" Alex started to say, only for me to shut off the radio.

"It just means my full gear. But he's right, I really do need to get my day going." I said while reaching for my shirt.

"Well thank you for letting me see what a Human looks like. I too must get going with my things of the day."

"Here, It's what I used to look like." I said while handing the Vixen a photo of me and Judith just before I left for this planet.

"Hey Mom, I just want-" I heard come from the door. I instinctively ripped off the shit that was halfway on, drew my Pistol while turning on the laser, and took one knee. Through the micro red dot I could see another fox raising his hands in the air. I only have one visual eye, remember.

"Down on the Gr-" My outburst was interrupted mid sentence by a radiation induced coughing fit. Nevertheless, I continued to aim at the Fox at the door… Until my visual eye started going out of alignment, leaving me with just radar to see. The problem with the radar was it only gave me an idea of where things were; It was only designed for depth perception.

"Nicolas, don't you dare call that rabbit, this is a nice young man." I heard Miss Wilde hiss from by the door, I guess the fox had pulled out a phone without me seeing. After a few seconds of harsh whispering, I felt a fox's paw on my shoulder.

"Hey, budd-" The fox had moved within inches of me. His talking caused an involuntary punch at the direction of the voice. "OW, what the hell was that for!?" The fox yelled from the floor.

I only started mumbling profanities while I attempted to reboot my eye. Alex had always done that since he made the eyes, I only had a few hints of how they really worked. "Now Mister Eagle keeper, I know my son isn't the mammal you want to see right now, but punching him in the gut isn't very nice."

I didn't bother responding due to my focusing on my eye, although I began to take a few steps backward, ending in my feet catching on something and me falling on my ass. "Just, stay away from me." I said in a panicky voice.

"honey, what's wrong?" The Vixen asked with worry.

"This is eagle keeper, requesting immediate backup. I can't see Alex!" I shouted into the radio.

"Shit, Three mikes out… Just don't die man." Alex replied with a ruffling noise sounded in the background.

"Uh-oh. Mom, I think we need to leave." I heard Miss Wilde's son say from across the room. "OW, okay, we won't leave."

"Honey, why can't you see? Did something happen to the camera?"

"Just, stay away from me, okay? Once Viper five fixes my eye, I won't be so edgy… When I can't see, I'm helpless."

"Hey, Ar-are you Elliot?"

"Who's asking?"

"Nick Wilde... Your friend"

"Sorry, I don't know a Nick, must be the wrong alien."

"Dammit man, I know it's you."

I then heard a loud crash, followed by an electric charge. "GET ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!" Alex yelled. I then heard the sound of choking.

"The Vixen's blue, The Todd might be green but I'm not sure yet."

"Copy." He replied before releasing one of the foxes from his robotic grip. "You, If you move more than an Inch, I will cut your head off and take a shit down the hole, Kapeesh?"

"Y-you go-got it pal." Nick replied with terror.

A few seconds later, Alex was working on my eyes, attempting to reboot the camera system without needing to pulled the eye out of the socket.

"Are you what a normal human looks like?" I heard Miss Wilde asked without a hint of fear.

"Eagle keeper?" Alex asked in a whisper, to which I nodded. "No, I'm not what a normal human looks like. My limbs were torn off by some crazy astral being by the name of Achmetha, or Zofia by her true name. At the time, she had mimicked my appearance and brainwashed me with one objective, Kill Ell… Eagle keeper. In my delusions, I ended up detonating a neutron bomb five hundred meters over where Bunnyburrow used to be."

"Why the height?" She asked in response.

"It's the best height to ignite civilian buildings, equating in more civilians being burnt alive and killed overall. That's why the forests ignited in the surrounding area."

"Y-You just admitted genocide in front of a police officer." Nick said hesitantly.

"Yeah, what of it? I was brainwashed… Besides, no one stands a chance to capture us, and all we want to do is live our lives in peace." He replied. "Okay, look to the right, then left, then up, and finally down. That should reset the eye."

His command did indeed reset my camera eye, restoring my vision. Now that the scene had been quite disrupted, I quickly grabbed my clothing and put it on in preparation for departure. "Miss Wilde, I'm sorry for your door, this should more than cover it." I said while handing her about a thousand in cash. Before she came out of her stupor, Alex and I were out the door and gone into the wind. He took the jet back home, and I activated the holographic projector on my way to the park.

When I arrived, Mammals of all kinds had gathered around the public piano I used, some even had picnic baskets and blankets. It took a fair amount of pushing, but I eventually made it to the piano I spent my days sitting at; The poor instrument had been neglected for who knows how long in the weather. Most of the glossy black paint peeled off when I found it, and the thing was horribly out of tune. I repainted the vertical piano and wrapped a tarp around it every night when I left, keeping it in fair condition. While the piano sounded nice after it was tuned, it still paled in comparison to my old Super grand piano. While the name implied a gigantic piano, it was really an advanced hybrid electric piano.

"Hey, old fart, get outta the way, the guy could show up any minute." One of the audience members hissed.

I craned my head back and replied with a sly smile. "I am that guy." I was simultaneously undoing the bungee straps on the blue tarp that was wrapped around. "I hope you lovely Mammals know you'll be able to hear me anywhere in the park due to this place's mystical sound reverberation." I said while folding the tarp up neatly, then setting it under the piano bench I had pulled out. The second I lifted the key cover, everything went dead silent. I was quite confused at the gathering of animals around me. Usually I'd get two or three at a time watching me, but there were dozens watching intently.

(Patrik Pietschmann: The Island)

"Shall we start with something a bit… heroic." I said while resting my hands on the keyboard.

-=3rd person Pov=-

Sounds of piano resonated all throughout the forested park, and every single inch of the mystical place was filled with the melody of Elliot Crawford. If you were one foot off the grass of the park, you couldn't hear it, but one foot within the boundaries, and it sounded like you were right next to the piano. This was a place where all animals of all walks of life could come and listen to the sounds of an expertly played instrument, however out of all the animals in the park, one in particular enjoyed the sounds of piano more than any other. For she was without a home, without parents, and without her sight. Like Elliot, her retinas were fried in the explosion of the neutron blast that claimed the lives of her parents. This small girl was Ella Lorenza.

Ella had been homeless for over a year now, and her fur was far from the fluffy and soft snow color that it used to be. She found comfort in sleeping in the park, and the night guard always pretended that he didn't notice she was there, often times bringing her food. Today, She wondered where the lovely piano music disappeared to, why didn't she wake up to the sound of a piano being played. Whoever it was that played the instrument had always shown up right before mammals started milling about in their daily duties. But today he was many hours late. This peaked the small arctic kit's interest, so she grabbed her feeling stick, and started stumbling in the direction of the piano that just started playing.

The only problem was the music seemed to be emanating from the forest itself, making it very hard to judge where the sound was actually coming from, however, the sound of a rowdy mammal gave her a good idea as the where the piano was. She began walking in the direction of where the loud hoot had come from, about fifty yards away by Ella's guess. By the time she reached the source of the music, a round of clapping had rang throughout her ears, signaling that the song had ended, but she knew that would be just the first of many to be played. When Ella reached the crowd of Mammals, they all absentmindedly avoided the small fox, that is until she ran into the piano.

"Hey, watch where you're going. This is a fragile instrument." She heard a male voice say.

"S-Sorry sir, I just wanted to see why the music player wasn't here." She said while maneuvering around the key side of the shiny black piano.

"Hold on there youngin'. Can't you see?"

"N-No sir." She replied.

"Boo, get outta the way, FOX." Someone from the crowd hissed. She then heard the sound of wood creaking, signaling that the piano player stood up. A few seconds and murmurs later, a blood curdling scream rang throughout the forest.

"Y-you broke my paw!"

"If you EVER Boo a blind and homeless child again, I will find and kill you. Are. we. clear." She heard the male voice from earlier say.

"Y-yes." The other male voice whimpered back. She then heard the sound of padding in her direction, followed by the creaking of wood again.

"Sorry about that youngin'. Some people don't have common respect these days."

"Oh, so you broke his paw?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes, where I'm from, disrespecting a child like that could end you up in far worse shape than a broken han-paw."

"Oh, okay." She replied in a more chipper tone.

"Would you like to listen Miss..."

"Ella, sir."

"Well miss Ella, would you like to listen? And please, call me Jeff." Dammit. What the hell kind of name is Jeff.

"I'd like that mister Jeff." She replied with a smile. It had been a long time anyone had stood up for Ella, and while the way Jeff did it was a bit further that she would've wanted. It was still far better than no one sticking up for her at all. The next few hours were spent in complete silence, save for the piano, sounds of coins and paper money dropping into a plastic bucket, and clapping at the end of the songs. As the day waned into evening, most of the crowd dissipated into the rest of the expansive park. There were however, a few food vendors that had stationed up a few yards away from the piano player in an attempt to rally more business, which Elliot had taken note of.

"Miss Ella, would you happen to be hungry?"

"YES!- I-I mean yes mister Jeff."

"What would you like to eat?" Eliot asked while standing up from the piano bench.

"Anything with meat, and I mean ANYTHING." She replied.

"Very well, I will be back in a minute or two." He said while padding off down the paved path. Elliot walked up to one of the food carts, and decided on two simple hot dogs. "How much will it be?" He asked.

"Oh free of charge, you're the reason I'm still in business." The cart manager replied.

"Very well… Have a nice day sir." Elliot replied while stuffing a hundred into the tip jar.

"SIR! This is a hundred dollar bill, I can't just take it." The cart manager protested.

"Better be careful, I might make it one-fifty." Elliot happily replied from the piano. "Here you are miss Ella, one hot dog."

The small malnourished fox downed the meal in about fifteen seconds flat. "That was really good, thank you Mister Jeff." Ella blurted out in thankfulness.

"Are you still hungry?"

"… No mister Jeff."

"Are you sure?" Elliot asked while waving the other hot dog in front of Ella's nose.

"Yes mister Jeff." She corrected while sniffing wildly.

"Here you go then, I'm going to return to my playing." He replied while playing a classic song that almost everyone In Zootopia knew.

(Zootopia main theme: Anipiano)

-=Alice Wilde Pov=-

"Oh would you two stop it. I'm not going to file a police report and that's the end of it." I said firmly. "He paid me back five times the amount needed to fix my door."

"Mom, just-"

"Nicolas Piberius Wilde, If you just me one more time, I swear." I hissed, causing his ears to pin on his head as well as his Rabbit friend's ears to lay back. "Now, I've come here to listen to the mammal that plays the Piano, not listen to you two yapping at me about an intruder that wasn't there."

"But Mom-"

"But nothing!" I shouted at my son. "You can either join me in good company, or leave in a sour mood. But I will tell you this, I know you both like the song he's playing." I said from one step inside the park boundaries.

"I don't hear anything." The rabbit replied.

"Take a step in the magical forest and you will my dear." I said while gesturing right next to me.

"Oh I don't know ab- What the hell?" She said in astonishment. The rabbit proceeded to take several steps in and out of the park boundary. "Nick, this is-is weird."

"Seriously, have you two gone off the rail-" My son stopped mid sentence once he stepped within the park boundary.

"Come along, you'll never find him unless you know where to look." I said while walking towards where I knew the restored piano sat.

"How does this work, it's like-like-"

"Magic? Yes this place I know for its mystical properties. How this piano player knew that that his specific spot would reverberate throughout the entire park, I do not know. The piano used to sit just at the edge of the entrance, but he moved it to where it now rests… There is an old story that has been passed down in our family for generations, it goes something like this.

A long time ago when this galaxy did not have life in it, there was one being that lived alone at the center of the Galaxy. She wanted a companion, so she created a daughter and a Race of intelligent life for her to protect. The daughter did her job well, and it allowed little time for them to be together. So, she created another species of intelligent life and another daughter to protect her."

"Mom, I know this story. Someone told it to me years ago, but it was a bit different."

"Really, this story is a closely guarded Wilde secret. It was told to us by an ancient alien that went by the name-"

"The galactic tracker?"

"Yes, who told you this story?" I demanded with enthusiasm.

"An old friend. Except he gave me a bit more on the details."

"Well, please enlighten me." I said while looking back at my son.

"The lonely being, her name was Zofia, the scout of the galaxy. She created four daughters and four peoples to inhabit four planets. They're creation order was as follows. The Thargoids from the planet Miacke, protected by Dahlia, the first of the Guardians. The Humans of Terra, protected by Aleksandra, the Second Guardian. Us, The people of Raxxla who are protected by the one and only Maroth, the third Guardian created. Finally, the only extinct Race in the Galaxy thanks to the people of Terra."

"SEE NICK, the Humans are all horrible Mammals." The rabbit interjected.

"So much rage you have Miss Hopps. Why do you choose to hate when you can choose to move on and forgive. I hear it makes you live longer." A male voice that was all too familiar said from the piano that was now in view. When the Wolf turned his head, I instantly knew who it was. The piano player was the one who I met earlier today. "But Nicolas, please continue your story of the four species of the galaxy. I find It intriguing."

When I Looked back to my son, his ears were pinned to his head and he was looking at the Human in disguise with Murderous eyes.

"I'm good." He replied.

"Well, how about I finish it then. Let's kick up the beat, shall we" Elliot said as he stopped mid song in favor for a faster beat one.

-=3rd Pov=-

(Unity: Danny Rayel)

The fourth and final race to be created in the galaxy was named the Lunovian people by Zofia. They were to be the protectors and keepers of the galaxy; Genetically superior to every other species in the Galaxy, they were faster, stronger, and smarter than you or I. However, because they were created almost a two-thousand years after the Terran's, when they came into contact with the Lunovians, they had only iron age equipment. But being the genocidal race they are. The Terran's slaughtered the Lunovian people out of fear for what they would become. Despite both the Lunovian Guardian Claramond, and the Terran Guardian Aleksandra's best efforts. The Lunovian people were all but decimated. Currently just a few hundred Lunovians still survive to this day on a planet called a transition world. Oh, and the reason this park reverberates sound so well is because the planet Raxxla is a gateway to other dimensions. Those sightings of ghosts, they're real. Just people vibrating at a different frequency than us.

So, Have any questions Miss Wilde?" Elliot asked while staring directly into the Vixen's eyes, continuing to play the piano without missing a beat.

"I have one" Judy asked while raising her hand. "Where did you get all this information?" She asked with squinting suspicion.

"Excellent question. You see, over the past year, most of my memories have disappeared, but hearing that story brought so many back, you wouldn't believe it." Elliot said while taking his hands off the key's, only to have the piano keep playing. He then stood up off from the Piano bench and cracked his neck with his hands. "I… am the Galactic Tracker, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." He said while disabling the holographic projector.

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