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Chapter 19: War and Puzzle Peices
What happened next was incredibly hard to process.
As Rock saw it, the arwing still crashed right into Sean, and Sean, not realizing what happened, grabbed on to the nose just as it touched him. The Arwing pushed him back several hundred feet, and then to a stop, as Sean came to his senses and halted the thing altogether.
Rock then found what followed even more hard to process.
The person-- or thing, Rock thought-- shut off the engines, and, while Sean was still holding it in his arms, was set down gently. The cockpit opened up, and out jumped this female anthromorphic raccoon, at which Sean ran to and embraced.
However, Sean nor Danielle found this strange in the least. Coincidental, yes, but not strange. "I've missed you." Danielle whispered into Sean's ear.
"What's going on here?!" Rock yelled from the other side of those several hundred yards that Sean was dragged across the ground.
"Funny story actually," Sean yelled back. "I'll have to tell it to you sometime."
After a few radio transmissions, all patrons of both sides were together again, around Sean's original landing site. It was late into the night before at least one person got the gist of what they were trying to say.
"So. . ." Geston tried to comprehend, "Even though I've known you for at least three years now, you come right up and tell me that you are not you, that you and he came from this alternate dimension, and it all happened this morning?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Sean said.
"You're kidding me." The anthro wolf leaned back in his seat.
"Sadly, no." Danielle said.
"And. . ." Geston continued, "You remember nothing of those past three years?"
"No." Danielle said.
"So you don't remember the time we. . ." Geston was suddenly cut of by a sharp blow to the jaw by one of Fox's fists. "Sorry about that." Fox said to Danielle, "What you don't know can't hurt you."
"Now hold up." Rock said, "If yous both from a different universe, how is it you just happened to meet up, out of the zillions of people out there?"
"True love." Lisa replied bluntly. As she spoke, Geston got to his feet again, muttering, "Three lousy years down the drain."
"The way I see it," Tad said, "Is that it was all pure luck. the odds are too great."
"Unless. . ." Peppy said, "There was an outside force."
"Spooky!" Sean yelled.
"Definitely from another universe." Quickeye mumbled.
"Now wait." Lisa said, "I just have one question. Why is it that SR- 388 never made contact with Corneria before?"
"Or. . ." Fox continued, "Why is this planet in the middle of a charted area of Sector Y?"
"Sector Y?" Quickeye asked, "This is Sigma Quadrant."
Everyone paused for at least a minute, excanging glances, before Lisa finally said, "I'll activate the mapping computer."
It wasn't long before the entire campsite was abuzz with mass confusion. None of the maps coencided with each other in the slightest way, except that they were both mostly space. None of the planets were the same, no names, no races, nothing was the same. Deciding to put the matter to rest for at least the night, everyone made their way back to their ships to rest up.
Danielle was still awake, however, and particularly interested in the maps of this planet. She prowled the direct linkup with the Great Fox, hoping to find some inspiration, any inspiration, as to what they should really be doing. Moreover, she thought, What do I do about Sean?
Her data search wandered to personal profiles, hers in mind. I've really been a cadet three years? She thought to herself, I've got to look at this.
In fact, she had been registered in the academy for three years, as her profile pointed out, and her 'parents' were both in the program, too. "So many questions." Danielle quietly said to herself.
"Oh, plenty of 'em." Sean said just below talking volume, and hopping onto the ship, "There ain't nothing like a mystery to solve with you in the middle of it! 'Cept for a nice salami sandwich."
"Sean, you silly." Daielle laughed at his satric remarks. That's what always attracted her to him, his satirical and unpredictable sense of humor.
"Silly? Naw, being stuck in an unknown universe without a slightest hint of when, or if ever, we get back. Now that's silly!"
"It might have been a frightning delimma if you weren't here." Danielle replied calmly.
"Now that ain't silly." He said, big stupid grin on his face.
Danielle just had to smile again.
Sean smiled back. Danielle always was the epitome of good sense, which was always fun for him to twist. And a poetic soul too. . . he thought, can't find another person like her. Not in ten million years.
Ten at night. Danielle laid awake in bed, dreaming with her eyes open.
I wonder.
Are there more out there as Sean and I are?
Do others long for understanding, or just monotony?
Just as I lie here, I can't help but wonder.
Wonder.
How many realities can there be?
In all of infinite upon infinite realities to exist in, how few are fourtunate to grasp a concept of what it really means to live.
What it means to exist.
What existance means.
Are we all just puppets in the Puppeteer's hands?
Or is the quest of every soul to not rest until it knows the truth?
A quest.
If any truth at all, be it the soul's longing for rest.
For peace.
For any peace.
But is peace really a balance?
Should war exist as a contrast?
Could peace exist without war?
Is it possible to have a reality without conflicting sides just to create the absolute?
Wonder upon wonders. . .
"I thought you wern't going to fly again, Peppy." Fox said to his friend the next morning, "What made you change your mind?"
"General Pepper." He replied, "He told me before he disappeared that if anything ever happened to him, I would need to take extra care in watching after you."
"Why's that, do you think?"
"I could think of a few reasons." Peppy said, smiling, "But they're all secret."
Fox gave a miffed look at Peppy, then proceeded to cook breakfast over the outdoor fire. "Sausages." He said to Peppy, "You want some?"
Peppy looked thoroughly disgusted. "How can you stand that?"
"It's easy. It goes in my mough and I chew." Fox chukled at his own retort.
Peppy, not able to stand the smell any longer, climbed back into his arwing.
Fox continued frying sausages over the fire. Quickeye approached him from the Academy's ship. "We do have ovens onvoard if you need that." He said.
"No need." Fox said, "I've been doing this for a long time."
"That's the reason." Quickeye said.
"No, you see, what I meant was, since arwings travel as light as possible, we usually camp out on planets and eat if we can't reboard the Great Fox."
"Ah." Quickeye said, "We were cooking some crepes. You want?"
Fox buried his hands in his face. "You really know how to ruin it all for a guy, don't you?"
"Alright. Forget I asked."
"I'm trying to."
Just then Peppy came back out of the arwing. "I have good news, bad news, and worse news." He said.
"Alright. Bad news first." Fox said.
"We're at war."
"What?" Fox yelled, "Then what's the worse news?"
"Hm. . ." Peppy said, looking down, "We're at war with SR-388."
"WHAT?" Fox and Quickeye yelled at the same time, "What's the good news?" They also said in unison.
"We haven't exchanged fire yet, and I was hoping I could convince General Pelaufin that it's a really stupid plan."
"Some news." Fox said, "Now what?"
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Chapter 19: War and Puzzle Peices
What happened next was incredibly hard to process.
As Rock saw it, the arwing still crashed right into Sean, and Sean, not realizing what happened, grabbed on to the nose just as it touched him. The Arwing pushed him back several hundred feet, and then to a stop, as Sean came to his senses and halted the thing altogether.
Rock then found what followed even more hard to process.
The person-- or thing, Rock thought-- shut off the engines, and, while Sean was still holding it in his arms, was set down gently. The cockpit opened up, and out jumped this female anthromorphic raccoon, at which Sean ran to and embraced.
However, Sean nor Danielle found this strange in the least. Coincidental, yes, but not strange. "I've missed you." Danielle whispered into Sean's ear.
"What's going on here?!" Rock yelled from the other side of those several hundred yards that Sean was dragged across the ground.
"Funny story actually," Sean yelled back. "I'll have to tell it to you sometime."
After a few radio transmissions, all patrons of both sides were together again, around Sean's original landing site. It was late into the night before at least one person got the gist of what they were trying to say.
"So. . ." Geston tried to comprehend, "Even though I've known you for at least three years now, you come right up and tell me that you are not you, that you and he came from this alternate dimension, and it all happened this morning?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Sean said.
"You're kidding me." The anthro wolf leaned back in his seat.
"Sadly, no." Danielle said.
"And. . ." Geston continued, "You remember nothing of those past three years?"
"No." Danielle said.
"So you don't remember the time we. . ." Geston was suddenly cut of by a sharp blow to the jaw by one of Fox's fists. "Sorry about that." Fox said to Danielle, "What you don't know can't hurt you."
"Now hold up." Rock said, "If yous both from a different universe, how is it you just happened to meet up, out of the zillions of people out there?"
"True love." Lisa replied bluntly. As she spoke, Geston got to his feet again, muttering, "Three lousy years down the drain."
"The way I see it," Tad said, "Is that it was all pure luck. the odds are too great."
"Unless. . ." Peppy said, "There was an outside force."
"Spooky!" Sean yelled.
"Definitely from another universe." Quickeye mumbled.
"Now wait." Lisa said, "I just have one question. Why is it that SR- 388 never made contact with Corneria before?"
"Or. . ." Fox continued, "Why is this planet in the middle of a charted area of Sector Y?"
"Sector Y?" Quickeye asked, "This is Sigma Quadrant."
Everyone paused for at least a minute, excanging glances, before Lisa finally said, "I'll activate the mapping computer."
It wasn't long before the entire campsite was abuzz with mass confusion. None of the maps coencided with each other in the slightest way, except that they were both mostly space. None of the planets were the same, no names, no races, nothing was the same. Deciding to put the matter to rest for at least the night, everyone made their way back to their ships to rest up.
Danielle was still awake, however, and particularly interested in the maps of this planet. She prowled the direct linkup with the Great Fox, hoping to find some inspiration, any inspiration, as to what they should really be doing. Moreover, she thought, What do I do about Sean?
Her data search wandered to personal profiles, hers in mind. I've really been a cadet three years? She thought to herself, I've got to look at this.
In fact, she had been registered in the academy for three years, as her profile pointed out, and her 'parents' were both in the program, too. "So many questions." Danielle quietly said to herself.
"Oh, plenty of 'em." Sean said just below talking volume, and hopping onto the ship, "There ain't nothing like a mystery to solve with you in the middle of it! 'Cept for a nice salami sandwich."
"Sean, you silly." Daielle laughed at his satric remarks. That's what always attracted her to him, his satirical and unpredictable sense of humor.
"Silly? Naw, being stuck in an unknown universe without a slightest hint of when, or if ever, we get back. Now that's silly!"
"It might have been a frightning delimma if you weren't here." Danielle replied calmly.
"Now that ain't silly." He said, big stupid grin on his face.
Danielle just had to smile again.
Sean smiled back. Danielle always was the epitome of good sense, which was always fun for him to twist. And a poetic soul too. . . he thought, can't find another person like her. Not in ten million years.
Ten at night. Danielle laid awake in bed, dreaming with her eyes open.
I wonder.
Are there more out there as Sean and I are?
Do others long for understanding, or just monotony?
Just as I lie here, I can't help but wonder.
Wonder.
How many realities can there be?
In all of infinite upon infinite realities to exist in, how few are fourtunate to grasp a concept of what it really means to live.
What it means to exist.
What existance means.
Are we all just puppets in the Puppeteer's hands?
Or is the quest of every soul to not rest until it knows the truth?
A quest.
If any truth at all, be it the soul's longing for rest.
For peace.
For any peace.
But is peace really a balance?
Should war exist as a contrast?
Could peace exist without war?
Is it possible to have a reality without conflicting sides just to create the absolute?
Wonder upon wonders. . .
"I thought you wern't going to fly again, Peppy." Fox said to his friend the next morning, "What made you change your mind?"
"General Pepper." He replied, "He told me before he disappeared that if anything ever happened to him, I would need to take extra care in watching after you."
"Why's that, do you think?"
"I could think of a few reasons." Peppy said, smiling, "But they're all secret."
Fox gave a miffed look at Peppy, then proceeded to cook breakfast over the outdoor fire. "Sausages." He said to Peppy, "You want some?"
Peppy looked thoroughly disgusted. "How can you stand that?"
"It's easy. It goes in my mough and I chew." Fox chukled at his own retort.
Peppy, not able to stand the smell any longer, climbed back into his arwing.
Fox continued frying sausages over the fire. Quickeye approached him from the Academy's ship. "We do have ovens onvoard if you need that." He said.
"No need." Fox said, "I've been doing this for a long time."
"That's the reason." Quickeye said.
"No, you see, what I meant was, since arwings travel as light as possible, we usually camp out on planets and eat if we can't reboard the Great Fox."
"Ah." Quickeye said, "We were cooking some crepes. You want?"
Fox buried his hands in his face. "You really know how to ruin it all for a guy, don't you?"
"Alright. Forget I asked."
"I'm trying to."
Just then Peppy came back out of the arwing. "I have good news, bad news, and worse news." He said.
"Alright. Bad news first." Fox said.
"We're at war."
"What?" Fox yelled, "Then what's the worse news?"
"Hm. . ." Peppy said, looking down, "We're at war with SR-388."
"WHAT?" Fox and Quickeye yelled at the same time, "What's the good news?" They also said in unison.
"We haven't exchanged fire yet, and I was hoping I could convince General Pelaufin that it's a really stupid plan."
"Some news." Fox said, "Now what?"
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Good, huh? Okay, maybe it's a bit hard to read without the italics. Go to my site to find the italisized version. Now review! I can't go on like this! Well, actually I can, but that's beside the point.