Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrights on The Planet Of the Apes, but I do own my own original characters.

Authors Note: I forgot to put this part into my last chapter, I am the one formerly known as Goopy Goo. I no longer go under an anonymous name, nay, I can now sign my reviews with an account name (yayz fo' me). So I hope you will read whatever stories I come up with or I'll....or I'll............. I won't give you a chocolate chocolate chip cookie (for those of you who don't know, I did not put an extra 'chocolate' in that by mistake, but there is a type of cookie that has chocolate chips, and has chocolate mixed in with the cookie batter, very yummy)... begins to drool thinking about delicious cookies Ahem, anyway I hope you will enjoy my story, I still have no end, but enjoy thinking up ways to make this world as enriched with detail as I possibly can, you can make suggestions for anything, even an ending. I'll do my best not to take an ending given to me straight from a review, but if I like it I will roll it around in my head until I've changed it, but I will give you credit if you give me fuel for thought... unless I forget.

P.S. I didn't have time to go through the whole story and check the grammar, but please point out what I have wrong so that I may correct it in a later edit if you can.

(((Wake Up)))–Chapter 2–(((Wake Up)))

When I regained consciousness the first thing I saw was a small pool of blood collecting at the bottom of the cracked curved vision plate of my helmet. Not the wake up call I was used to.

My body was kept up straight by my seat belt and my helmet was still connected to the back of the seat. I looked at the controls. The main engine was wrecked but from what the computer indicated it was repairable, the crash had cracked one of the oxygen tanks and it was half empty, life support was still fine however, which was a good sign. I entered a code into the emergency computer, slightly to the right, that had emerged probably the second after the crash and a small sphere with hexagons on it flew up in front of me. It looked like an old fashioned soccer ball but their weren't octagons between the hexagons. It rose a bit to where my head was then began to rapidly fling itself through the air left to right, left to right constantly with one hexagonal plate turned up to reveal a small camera-like device within the ball. It moved slowly down, flinging itself seemingly wildly, without coordination but still able to stop two millimeters away from the side of the cockpit wall. In about the length of thirty seconds, it was done. The emergency computer screen read,

'Full Anatomy Scanned

Damage Report:

Short Shallow Cut on Head

Treatment:

None'

Head? How'd that happen... perhaps there had been a defective piece in my helmet, I'd fix it later, but at least I knew where the blood in my helmet had come from.

I looked up at the window above me, and stopped. My cockpit, like most, is held within the ship. The pit is spherical with one window directly above the pilot's seat. There is a thick film covering the inside of the domed window to keep all harmful ultraviolet rays from damaging the aviator. Five, soft, flat screens sat untouched, embedded in the control board glowed with damage reports and measurements. The main engine seemed demolished, the right wing was torn off half way, all the cabling, wiring, and weaponry in that wing had been damaged or destroyed, the left wing was completely gone, the front end of the ship had been smashed in damaging communication beyond repair, and the force field around the canon that hung beneath the ship had remained stable throughout the whole ordeal leaving the large gun entirely intact. What surprised me was that the last system that was listed as destroyed was the lighting.

Lighting?' I thought, 'but I can see fine.' Perhaps I was near a sun, heck, for all I knew I was on a meteor headed straight for a sun, because I had absolutely no clue where I was. So I looked up to try decipher what the environment was. What I saw shocked me. I just froze and stared wide eyed before I moved again. Looking back down I brought up a window on one of the screens for environment, samples and measurements had been taken while I was unconscious so I didn't have to wait for a result.

'Non-toxic,

Breathable'

It couldn't be possible, it was just a similar atmosphere. If I this was where I was thinking, then there was the possibility that I may never be able to contact home for assistance, and never be able to return. But I had to make sure.

I unbuckled myself and disengaged the lock of my helmet from the back of the seat. Standing up so my head was in the domed bubble of the cockpit window, my eyes widened, and my heart sank to the bottom of my rib cage.

Trees, brown trees, yellow grass, and a sidewalk. I sat back down.

What could I do? Earth was in turmoil, every country literally at war. Upon hearing about the megaship wars that had stemmed from controversy over the Earth war even more conflicts developed, and hate against the moving colonies erupted in some of the warring countries that had nearly lost all natural resources in the development of the megaships. I couldn't be in a worse situation.

I heard tires screech, the first time in my life I heard tires that weren't in historical documentaries. When the ships left Earth, some of the less developed countries were technologically in the state that the USNA was in the early 2000's. I couldn't remember any countries like this that might be friendly so all I could do was sit.

"You're surrounded! Surrender yourself peacefully and we won't shoot." 'Peacefully' was probably bait, but what else could I do? Sitting and waiting would get me nowhere, I had been testing this ship on it's first run, which was why there wasn't any emergency food, so how could I choose? It was possible that I could make communication devices that might have a slight chance of reaching the megaships, but it was impossible to do such a thing in here. At least I had a chance if I came out.

I stood up, and vocally commanded the ship's computer to open the cockpit window. With a quick 'pfft,' the air pressure between the cockpit and outside world equalized, clogging my ears until I thought they would pop, but the window opened on its hinge only about 20°. I hopped and grabbed onto the ridge of the opening, giving myself extra support by standing on the arm rests of my seat as I pushed the dome vertical.

Having walked over every inch of the small and powerful fighter ship I knew the surface I would clamber onto. I closed my eyes, jumped and pulled myself onto the top of the ship. At least with my eyes closed I wouldn't be able to see the guns aimed at me for the kill. I stood up and waited for gunshots, nothing. I heard some rustling, so I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped. From my right I heard a quick 'tzsut' as something hit my neck. In reaction I whipped my hand up, pulled it out, and brought it infront of my face. A needle, and bright gaudy feathers. I'd been hit with a tranquilizer dart.

The dart dropped from my hand as the dented, dust covered, red metal came up to meet me.