Hey guys. Here's the next chapter of "Flight 1917". Enjoy.
(Also, potential love interest?*waggles eyebrows*)
Clear skies and smooth landings,
Peter
For the second time in two days, Peter jolted upright in his bed. The first thing he did was look down at his body, just to find out what species he was.
"Yep, back to being a wolf." he mumbled upon seeing his fur covered legs and torso, before pausing and letting out a small chuckle. "And that was a train of thought I never thought I would ever have." he said to himself, still in disbelief at the insane situation he found himself in.
Getting up with a groan, Peter made his way to the kitchen, and began making himself a cup of coffee. While waiting for the coffee to finish, he started to think about what he should do about the strange dream he just had. He knew that he would need to tell Nick about it. His primary concern was: "How?"
"I could try to call him. Although, I don't want to talk about anything to do with me being a human on the phone for fear of someone listening in. Should I text him? No, that would face the same risk as a phone call."
Letting out a sigh of frustration, Peter poured himself a cup of coffee, it having finished brewing while he was having his inner monologue. Taking a sip, Peter's mind finally began to speedup as the post-sleep haze began to wear of, and he finally came up with an idea that might work.
"Maybe… If I text Ivan, inviting him over to discuss the 707 flight, and ask him to invite Nick over? Ivan has known me long enough to realise that this means that I have something important to tell them, and will either get into direct contact with Nick, or convey the message to Nick via Judy. Well, it's the best idea I have. Here's hoping it works."
Taking another sip of coffee, Peter picked his phone up off of the table, scrolled through his contacts until he found Ivan, before pausing for a moment to think about what he was going to send, that wouldn't look too suspicious to any outside observer. After 2 minutes of thinking about it, he began to type.
Ivan, if you have time, I would like to discuss the 707 flight with you at some point today. If I remember correctly, Nick was curious about the 707. I thought it would be good if both of us were here to answer any questions he might have. Also, I'm having trouble reaching him, so if you could ask Judy to tell him to come over after his shift is done. Tell her she can also come if she so chooses. You can come over whenever you want. I'll be at home all day. See you then
After reading the message over multiple times, Peter decided that he wouldn't be able to come up with a better plan, so he proceeded to send the message to Ivan.
"Here's hoping he still remembers how we used to arrange meetings without our superiors knowing." he muttered to himself. Deciding that he should probably spend his time doing something more useful than sitting around doing nothing. However, he needed to spend another five minutes of sitting around doing nothing to come up with what he could do that would be a better use for his time.
Then, a sudden realisation struck him.
"Wait a second, yesterday when I mentioned both the Yamato class battleships and World War 2, he had no idea what I was talking about. He told me that World War 2 didn't happen in this universe, so do the Yamato class battleships exist? Sure, it's not the most useful thing to be doing, but looking into it might give me a bit more of an insight to this world's political climate." Peter thought to himself while powering up a laptop that was sitting on a desk in his bedroom.
While the laptop was booting up, Peter realised that if Ivan and Nick were going to come over to his apartment, he should probably greet them wearing something other than the boxers he slept in.
Standing up, he walked over to his wardrobe, and after debating what he should put on, he decided on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with the Pan Zootopian logo. Looking into the mirror and deciding that he looked sufficiently presentable, he sat back down in front of the laptop, which had finished booting up while Peter was getting dressed. Opening his browser, which conveniently had Zoogle set as the homepage.
Typing "Yamato" into the search bar. And, for the first time since arriving in Zootopia, he got the result he was expecting. Well, almost. For, although he saw that the statistics of the ships were identical to what he was expecting, except for one thing: there were five ships in the class, all battleships, not the two battleships and one aircraft carrier. This piqued Peter's interest greatly, so he decided to research it further.
"So, World War Two never happened due to a more fair treaty of Versailles. The Washington Naval Treaty was still signed, however it wasn't renewed after expiring in 1936. After the expiration of the treaty Japan, the USA and the UK started building many capital ships, and because World War 2 never happened, carriers never rose to prominence, which meant that many countries built capital ship classes much larger than in the "real world", such as the British Lion, American Montana and Japanese A150. And also the Yamato and Iowa classes didn't have ships getting cancelled. So… that means the Iowa class consisted of the Iowa, New Jersey, Missouri, Wisconsin, Illinois and Kentucky, while the Yamato class consisted of Yamato, Musashi, Shinano, Mimasaka and Shimotsuke. Huh. Alright, adding this to bookmarks. This will definitely be an interesting read." he thought to himself
(A/N I just made up the names of the last two battleships of the Yamato Class by looking at a map of Japanese provinces, which is what Yamato, Musashi and Shinano were named after, as the last two never received a name. The fourth ship of the class was only known as Warship No. 111. Alright, now back to the story)
Having quelled his curiosity for now, Peter decided to go to Pan Zootopian's Wikipedia article to get to know some of Pan Zootopian's routes, both in hopes of not seeming like an idiot should someone ask him about it after his speech, and also to learn about this world's geography. However, he ended up being grossly underwhelmed by the lack of differences between this world and his world.
"Well, alright then." he thought to himself, now having more time on his hands than he anticipated. And he was already starting to get bored. Standing up from his desk, he walked over to his bed, before flopping down on to it and letting out a groan.
Wondering if there was anything he could do to ease his boredom, he realised that he had made a promise, and he intended to keep it. Partially as the person he made the promise to was this world's version of his mother. So yeah. Don't want to disappoint.
"Alright. Now, how am I going to do this?" Peter asked himself.
Now, when Peter told Mrs. Wilde, or "Vivian", if his dream was to be believed, that he could get her free tickets for her to get to Zeattle, he wasn't exactly speaking out of his ass. He knew that he could get those tickets. The only problem was that he had no clue how to get them.
"Well, looking through my contacts might be a good start." he mumbled to himself as he began to scroll through his contacts. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to jump out at him, leaving him without any idea on who to call. He was about to give up, until something happened that managed to catch him off guard. Again.
"Call Sarah. She'll be able to get those tickets."
Peter leapt out of his chair, and started looking around quickly, trying to find the source of the voice. However, when he saw no-one, he slowly sat back down, and tried to figure out what the hell just happened. Sitting in silence, he tried to identify the voice. After about five minutes, the voice finally clicked, as he realised the voice belonged to him. Or Peter Wilde, to be more specific.
"Great. I now have a voice inside my head. Not doing much to make myself seem more sane now, am I?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head. However, he decided that he had nothing to lose, and as such decided that he might as well give this "Sarah" a call.
Going back into his contacts list, Peter began to search for anyone named Sarah, silently hoping that he didn't know multiple people named Sarah. Luckily, he didn't. He had only one name under the letter "S". Sarah. Just Sarah. No last name given.
"Well, that looks ominous." he muttered, before shrugging and saying "Oh well. Let's just get this over with." And with that, he pressed the call button and raised the phone to his ear.
Sitting in silence, Peter waited for Sarah to answer. After ringing for a few moments, Peter heard a slight click, indicating that the call had connected. After a few seconds of quiet groaning, an exhausted sounding female voice could be (just about) heard, saying "He-Hello?"
"Morning Sarah. It's Peter. I have a request for you, but first, did I wake you up?"
If Peter had to guess, he would've said that the answer to that question was yes, based both on the fact that she took an extremely long time to respond, and how bedraggled she sounded. However, her response was one he wouldn't have guessed.
"No, I've actually been awake for half an hour, but the coffee hasn't kicked in yet."
Peter chuckled slightly at Sarah's response, before continuing with "Alright, I'll take your word for it. Anyway, like I said, I have something I need your help with."
At first, Sarah just groaned, before managing to say "Can it wait?"
Peter shrugged, which she couldn't see, but anyway, he replied with "Well, you have two days to do it. I just thought I should give you time to get it done."
After waiting while Sarah was no doubt rubbing her forehead, her voice finally sounded from the other end of the phone.
"Alright. What do you need?"
"I thought you'd never ask. Well, I promised my mother that I would get her and my father tickets to Zeattle to see my speech at the delivery of the first 707, and I figured that you'd be the mammal who could get that sorted."
Now, whatever reaction Peter was expecting, it wasn't for Sarah to yell at him, questioning his sanity. After a few moments of yelling from Sarah and confused silence from Peter, she managed to calm down enough to get a coherent sentence out.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Peter cocked a brow at this.
"No, at least not the last time I checked. Why?"
She let out a frustrated sigh, before saying "We're not allowed to carry passengers on a delivery flight, you idiot."
Peter furrowed his brows at this.
"I never said anything about having them on the 707. I merely asked you to get them tickets to be in Zeattle so they can be their when I give the speech. And a return ticket as well."
Seeming to calm down after her little outburst, her reply to that statement was "Oh. Yes, okay, that makes more sense. Yeah, I can do that. But, just to let you know, the only flight we have to Zeattle on Thursday is the one that's taking you and Ivan there."
Peter remained silent, mentally debating whether or not he'd be able to deal with this version of his parents for the countless hours that the flight would be. After a few seconds he realised that he had no other choice, unless he wanted to call his parents and tell them that he couldn't get them the tickets he promised. And he wasn't going to lie to have a slight chance of avoiding them for one or two more days. So he nodded and quietly said "Alright."
Sarah seemed to pick up on his hesitation, and decided to ask her superior.
"Peter? You okay? You sounded a bit spacey there."
Peter decided that his best chance to not arouse Sarah's suspicions would be to try to play it off as a joke.
"No. It's fine. It's just that the thought of being locked in a tin can with my parents for what will without a doubt feel like an eternity… Well, let's just say that it doesn't sound too enticing." He let out a shudder, before quietly muttering "I can already feel the adjustment of ties and collars…" He continued to stare into space for about two seconds, before shaking his head to snap himself out of his apparent trance like state. "Sorry, just got autobiographical there. What were you saying?"
After a few seconds of silence, Peter heard a quiet chuckle from the other end of the phone, before he heard Sarah say "Oh, you and your odd sense of humor. Alright, so, to make sure I got the details correct,two return tickets to Zeattle, for two adult wolves-"
"Foxes" Peter said, cutting her off.
"I'm sorry?"
"Foxes. My parents are foxes." he clarified.
This seemed to catch Sarah off-guard. "Glad I'm not the only one." Peter thought to himself.
"Alright. So, two adult foxes." was the only response Sarah could muster, presumably as to not accidentally bring up something that Peter might want to keep private.
"Yes." Peter said with a nod.
"Alright. I'll get that sorted." Sarah said, still sounding rather nervous.
"Thank you Sarah." Peter said, before hearing a knock on the door. "I have to go now. I have guests, but once again, thank you." he said, hanging up before Sarah could respond, leading to her looking at her phone in confusion, shaking her head and getting on with getting the tickets.
Meanwhile, Peter walked over to, unlocked and opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Nick, Judy and Ivan, the latter of whom didn't feel like waiting, and got straight to the point.
"So, why did you call us over?" Ivan asked, knowing that Peter wouldn't have called them over unless he had something important to tell them.
Stepping aside to let them in Peter simply said "Well, let's just say that things have managed to get even stranger." before closing the door and getting settled on the sofa to begin explaining his story.
