First Salvo
a Zootopia fan fiction by Dan

Rated M+

(c) Zootopia 2016 by Disney Animated Studios
(Artist Ownership) Ayden Gull from BRO GULLS by Anti_Dev
(Artist Ownership) “I will Survive by William Borba 2017
(Artist Ownership) Sheath and Knife by Harmarist
(Artist Ownership) Anubis and the Buried Bone by Harmarist
(c) (Artist Ownership) The Kzinti by Larry Niven
(Artist Ownership) Don Carnage Disney’s TAIL SPIN
(Artist Ownership) Ikkey the Fox Kit by Inkbunny;s Ikkey
(Artist Ownership) Master Guns Flash by Inkbunny’s Flash Timberwolf
(Artist Ownership) Characters From Omaha the Cat Dancer Reed Waller 1994
(Artist Ownership) Jag Damien Tiger from Inkbunny’s Fluffy Puffy
(Artist Ownership) Dean Wilson from Animalolympics 1980
(Artist Ownership) Tanya Mousekovitz from American Tail
(Artist Ownership) Blotasky and Perkins from Cat Shit One by Motofume Kobayashi
The Chipmunks and Chipettes (c) from the 1980‘s cartoon series

Chapter 51
Picking up the pieces

8am
19 October 2040
The Destroyer Growler under tow

     Blotasky looked back from the submarine conning tower towards the Growler and remarked...”She’s a wreck.”

     Perkins nodded. “And then some. Did you send that message to headquarters?” Perkins asked.

     “I did.” Blotasky replied. “They said they’ll try to send some more assets to help us but everyone’s busy as you can think. We might get another attack drone sub before we hit territorial waters. The “Scorp” (Scorpion, the other drone) has four torpedoes left.”

       Perkins sighed...”You know if they sneak a couple in Bodah? She’s done for. We might be able to save some of the crew but we have to think of the assets that can be saved.”

       Bodah was shocked. “Packy? We can’t leave our comrades to be butchered?”

      “It’s not my call Bodah. I know it would stink to hell.” Perkins replied. “But I don’t intend to let any more of them die without a fight.”

       Blotasky took another long look at the ship...”Well her list has improved and she’s riding a little higher than an hour ago. They really went through hell.”

The Main PDC compartment sealed hatch
2nd deck.

      Jackson stopped to look at the closed access hatch for a moment. Already there were things placed on top of it by members of the crew for their fallen comrades still trapped in the flooded compartment. The Skipper posted a guard near by dressed in service blues and leggings with an M-1 Carbine resting in the rabbits paws as he stood with his head bowed in deep respect...

     “Hi Tenbler.” Jackson said with a paw wave to the black and cream tan rabbit with a white head tuft.

      Tenbler did a sharp turn to Jackson, brought his weapon vertically before his face in a sharp two count move and rendered to Jackson a crisp rifle salute...”I honor the mammal who saved all our lives.....Sir!”

     Jackson thought of rasing a fuss over the formality but he gave Tenbler a salute gesture knowing he’d lose to protocol any way. Tenbler nodded smartly and went to parade rest...

     “From myself personally Jackson? Thank you. I bet my parents are still crying from the message.” Tenbler said as he watched Jackson place a note from himself and Darla.

    “They’re....not going to de-water the compartment?” Jackson asked.

     “Can’t.” Tenbler replied. “The damage is too extensive for us to repair it here. I know....it’s a terrible thing to think about. All our friends are still in there....about Seaman Gilly? I’m ashamed of myself for the thoughts I harbored against him.”

       “Been getting that a lot.” Jackson said as he patted the hatch.

       “Did his family know that he was?” Tenbler asked.

       “Yes...” Jackson replied. “I don’t know how his parents will react to the news. I wrote them a letter and had it sent by message this morning. They all knew and....you know the predictable results....”

       	Tenbler snorted...”I know....and I hate myself. I look at that hatch and think that could have been me. And then I think of how stupid the rejection would be back home?...I thought bad of him and it’s too late to say sorry. I never got to know him that Mammonally (personally) as you did.”

       Jackson placed a paw on Tenbler’s shoulder...”Some one who knew him? heard you say what you did, that’s what’s important.”

      “How are you feeling?” Tenbler asked. “I mean talk about a world of snit all at once...we get the snit kicked out of our snoots, you almost died in there, you got married...a lot to take in and deal with huh?”

      Jackson stretched...”I feel like taffy under a hammer? Except...I’m not tired...nor am I falling apart. I chalk it up to my genes I guess? And the fact that if I did fall apart? Darla would chew off the remaining stub on my butt of my former tail and Gilly would come back from the dead to beat me with a two-by-four....or the closest pipe wrench. Any way? I’m hungry and need some coffee so...”

     Jackson turned to walk away then stopped...”Do you want anything from the mess Tenbler?”

      “A coffee would be nice if we have any left.” Tenbler replied as he assumed his former watch stand over the MPC hatch. 

Ship’s smaller service mess

     Mammals were eating anywhere there was space be it the passageway in Broadway, on the sides of the compartment walls, on boxes and buckets or the occasional chair that could be found. With power restored, some food could be salvaged from the un-damaged freeze lockers to make some sort of breakfast, which many slowly enjoyed with emphasis on taking their time to savor every bite and taste...which confirmed to many doubters that they were alive and had survived this terrible trial by fire.

     Some of the crew were torn up rags for clothes while others went almost naked in boxer shorts and anything that could protect sensitive feet and hooves from the tortured decks. Jackson got his food and coffee and found Myler and Albert sitting with a group of other mice and rodents telling their thrilling tale of survival from the cruel ocean water. Jackson swore in his mind that they were making a spectacular saga out of the whole ordeal...

     “We got to the vent by a hair’s breath!” Myler yelped as he sat on the table top. “I pushed Albert into the vent and told him...”Tell our beloved that I died bravely!” And Albert jumped back into the cup, threw me into the vent and said...”The hell you’re not coming with me!”

     Jackson climbed on the table...”I can’t get any higher to escape the crap-nami!”

    “And the hero and new husband arives!” Albert yelped as he clapped. “And?! He got his “snog” on!”

     “Albert?!” Jackson snapped. “The hell?! Everyone was sworn to keep their yips shut!”

     “You forgot to secure the vents in the fan room you stud!” Myler snickered. “How did you keep up the beat with a mustalde who’s as slick as a “Slip n Slide”?”

     Jackson snatched up Myler and dangled him over his open maw. “You realize I’m part fox right? I can eat meat?”

    Myler reached down and kissed Jackson’s nose...”Sorry.”

    Jackson giggled....”One word? Freak.”

   The rodents at the table laughed loudly...”Shhhhh....don’t say that to anyone because she’ll kill me.” Jackson said smiling.

    “Too late....you’re doomed.” Darla said as she stood behind her husband. “Come here and accept fate you criminal!”

      Darla scooped Jackson off his feet and Frenched him in front of everyone to whoops and howls and cheers!

“ATTENTION ON DECK!” Some one screamed out and all the mammals popped to attention as Commander Winsor walked into the mess room.

    “Hmmm?” Winsor sounded....”By all means Mister and Misses Wilde, don’t let me stop your fun?”

     Everyone laughed as Winsor waved his hand...”At ease all. At ease. I just received word from Commander Perkins that a third attack drone sub is now with us and we’re a little safer now so I’m ordering normal watch posture so all of us can continue to get Growler back to some good order.”

     The crew clapped and yelped approval.

      “We will also be home if conditions favor by evening but it’s important that you all be prepared for what we’re coming home too. I haven’t gotten word yet about all your families, given the chaos, and I don’t want any of your to despair if and when we dock and no one meets you pier-side. Remember....this is your second home and we are all family. I’m asking those of you with ample space if you still have a home to go back too...please take your shipmates in and see to their welfare.”

      Winsor stopped for a moment...”Is there anyone here who does not understand the enormity of the situation before us? Please...don’t be afraid to say anything.”

      A wolf raised a paw...”I think? It’s a little over-obvious Sir?” The canine said as he gestured his paws around the compartment. “Umm? Fluck them to hell.”

     The compartment shook with cheers, screams and howls from angry crew-mammals! Winsor quieted them with his upraised hands...

     “Fair enough...I guess I don’t need to elaberate....except to say that I want your anger and hate focused on getting our home back in shape so we can avenge our lost shipmates. I want professionalism and dedication not blind rage and teeth bearing. Let the enemy who just kicked over the bee hive find out what a thousand well focused stings can do. And each of you are the stingers to avenge Growler and her lost children. We’re clear?”

     “YES SIR!” The crew replied.

     “Good then.” Winsor said with a head bow...”Now eat well and let’s get the ship ready to pull into port.”

8:30am
19 October 2040
Nick and Judy’s cottage in Aiden Burrough

     Once again Judy jumped with excitement as she saw a text message on her e-mail from the Navy Department. She ran out of the cottage to where Nick and Fennick were sitting in the grass in the back yard...

     “Nick! Nick, Nick, Nick....” Judy yelped gleefully as she handed Nick the cell phone and he read the message...

Dear Mom and Dad,

         I am alright and so is Darla. We’re hoping to be pulling into Sandy Point this evening and hope you will be there. Have this letter with you so you can be cleared through all the check points. You may be a little shocked but rest assured...we’ll all be happy to be together again.

With love, Jackson

      “A standard issue form letter.” Nick said yet the relief on his face was obvious. “Good...Darla’s alright too.”

       “You’re saying that like you’re not even excited that our son is alive?” Judy said almost frowning.

       Nick gestured. “I’m jumping up and down with glee...look carrots?” Nick caused his butt cart to bunny hop. “See? absolute bliss?”

      Judy giggled...”I’m sorry...me and my mouth.”

      Nick snickered as he rested his paws on Judy’s shoulders “Which requires my magic tongue....(mouth lick)”

     “And way to much fricken TMI!” Fennick snickered as he jumped off his chair. “So I guess now you two can plan the wedding?”

     “In the midst of a war?” Nick replied. “Not so fast. Not in a big rush to plan anything if it ends up getting bombed out of existence. I’m sure Jackson being as smart as yours personally will be more than patient to just wait a little longer until things are safe.”

     “Who are you kidding?” Judy huffed. “We’re going to go ahead and plan for it even if it has to be a simple and quick “Throw and go” with the gown. Jackie will probably want to get married like yesterday with all this craziness going on. Besides....the Navy will probably send one of them home because married couples couldn’t serve in a forward combat area so we have to fix up one of the rooms for both of them...and a baby or a litter.”

      “Woe! Wait Carrots?” Nick said waving his paws. “Now I didn’t say we were going to turn our retirement home into a duplex and a nursery...”

        Judy scowled in Nick’s face....”Yes Mister fox?”

        “I.......I knew I lost from the first second. Just had to get that out of my system.”

8:30am
19 October 2040
Chuck and Omaha’s Apartment

       Will sighed and kicked his foot against a cabinet in the bedroom as Alex came out wearing red “fleet Marine” boxer shorts and brushing his head tuft...

       “Still nothing?” He asked.

       “I got the same bull snit response.” Will replied as he flopped down. “We are unable to tender any information to non-family....” what flucking absolute snit.” Will growled.

       Alex sat next to his older brother and wrapped an arm around him... “Don’t get angry Will? Everything’s crazy right now, we might not know for days...The Growler’s all right from the news, maybe he’ll call when they get in cell range?”

        Will looked at Alex and gently pulled him into a hug...”I need you... for emotional support ok? I can’t sleep Alex...I’m a wreck right now, I..”

        Alex gently teased Will’s chin...”Hope he doesn’t mind a little trist? Just kidding.” The younger wolf brother gently licked Will’s snoot. “It’s going to be alright brother. You know you can use me as a pillow any day...”

       “Nah.” Will snorted. “You’ve become hard as a rock with no fluff you little snit head.”

       Alex grabbed Will’s ear and twisted it! “You’ve been a rock as long as I’ve known you! Sheesh....how exactly did you ever get a bunny as a boyfriend?”

        “Grrrr....mister expert lover.” Will growled back. “Any way? I hope Dad can make it here but if the Growler does make it home tonight? I’m staying....at least until Gilly and I can get what we can salvage from the apartment...or what’s left of it.”

       “I don’t think you have a room any more big brother.” Alex said waving a paw. “I know I do but I bet Mom already took your spot for her crafts stuff.”

       “Then we’ll take the garage.” Will replied. “Gilly has a rustic heart, we don’t mind the temporary conditions.”

       Alex looked at Will with a slight frown...”Are you going to tell me not to join the Marines?”

       “No.” Will replied. “But you’ll do it when you hit 18. I don’t want you going off and doing that at 16.”

       “Even after what’s happened....you’re staying a pacifist aren’t you?” Alex asked.

       “My convictions won’t change.” Will replied. “You think I’m a total coward now?”

       “Can’t call you a coward for standing on your principles.” Alex replied with a shrug. “Besides...Dad would probably beat your ass if you became a hypocrite. But we can’t avoid this any more I guess.”

       Will rubbed Alex’s head tuft. “Just promise me you won’t run off to join just yet? Please?”

        Alex smiled warmly and nuzzled Will’s chin. “I won’t silly. I promise.”

8:30am
19 October 2040
Acorn Heights Aid Station

       Nori and Ori came into the large tent carrying another rabbit between them....”Door Door! We have another one!” Nori yelled as he and Ori set the suffering bunny on a mattress on the floor of the medical tent and Dori came running over...

      “It’s.....too late guys.” Dori said...”She’s gone. She bled out.”

      Ori flopped onto the floor as Nori gritted his teeth. “Flucken animals.”

      “That’s now....One Thousand, three hundred and three bunnies.” Dori said as he wrote in his green note book. “Most of them downtown were trampled to death in the chaos before the rockets hit.”

        Ori started to cry but the swift comforting of his brothers brought him out of it...”Damn....” Ori said gruffly...”I’m snit tired.”

        “Join the club.” Nori said frowning.

       “Why don’t you two grab a mattress and catch some sleep? I’ll cover for you in case Owen pitches a bitch. Say you had a breakdown from fatigue.” Dori asked as he waved to a pair of Marine to remove the dead bunny.

        “Don’t want you getting in trouble.” Nori said concerned.

        “Don’t worry about it “Bear Bear”, just go and sleep.” Dori replied as he went on to check on a patient laying in a bed. A young weasel named Shanny who’d lost her parents...not dead....for now.

         “Let’s see how this leg is looking?” Dori asked as he lifted the blue sheet and examined the bandaged leg...

         “Do they have to cut it off?” The nine-year-old asked.

         “Don’t tell me you want them too?” Dori replied. “No little girl, they are not going to cut your leg off.” Dori said as he dangled two stuffed Teddy bears in his paws...”Pick one?”

           “The one with the baseball uniform.” The female weasel replied. Dori slipped it under her arm.

          “You like baseball? Bet you play in little league? You look like a pitcher.” Dori said smiling.

           “Catcher really.” The female weasel replied. “Do you think they’ll find my parents alive?”

           Dori nodded his head. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone should you? Give your parents some boost of confidence?! You weasels are very smart, I’m sure they took care of themselves.”

           Owen and Powen came walking into the tent. “Dori? You seen Nori and Ori?” Owen asked.

           “They went back out into the field.” Dori lied. “We’re super busy right now Owen.”

           “Well if you find them? Tell them the Captain has called a muster for nine. The new Mayor is taking her oath of office and she’s going to speak to the country. I think it’s obvious what’s coming after that.” Owen said before he walked away.

           Powen watched Owen walk off then looked at Dori...”You’re lucky he trusts you so much....you liar.”

            “They needed the break “Pow Pow”, they’re falling over their feet and Ori’s stressed out. This is a lot of carnage to take in for a rabbit you know...”

            “Yes it is.” Powen replied calmly as he looked around. “How are you holding up?”

           Dori wiped his brow...”Gonna request a nap in a bit.”

           “Good.” Powen replied as he petted Dori on the head. “We can’t afford to have you cracking up can we?”

           Dori gave Powen a soft punch in the chest. “We should all try to find a place to unwind at the end of this...at least till we deploy.”

           “I might recommend the Mystic.” Powen replied. “If it wasn’t blown to hell. Then again...you’re the prune in our whole bunch.”

            “Some one in this gang of Hoppers has to be a saint.” Dori snickered.
 
8:30am
19 October 2040
ZPD safehouse on Flock Street

        Morty didn’t react well.....”What the hell do you mean he has to be taken to the ZCF?! (Zootopia Correctional Facility) Bull snit mammal! Absolute fricken bull snit!” Morty screamed at one of the tiger officers.

        “He’s not being put in the actual prison.” Officer Eskine replied. “We have full housing facilities for low level “white collar” offenders that are not in use. It’s for his own protection....”

        “He hasn’t done a damn thing wrong!” Morty snapped.

        “We’re not saying he has.” Officer Carston replied. “Even these safe houses are not safe for him, do you want him to get “sniped” even lynched? Kid....four tigers so far have been killed by some really ticked off mammals...every Tiger is being tied to the Kzinti even “our” lives are threatened kid?”

        Kowam-ura came out of a room....”I have listened, I understand, I will go.”

        “No you won’t!” Morty snapped! “This is total bull snit!”

        The Kzinti roared in Morty’s face which made the tigers go for their guns! “Choe-toe-ma-tay!” Kowam-ura beckoned....

         “You’ve never done that to me...” Morty said shaking.

         “I never wanted too Morti Wakamoto but the decision is a correct one not to be further questioned. My country-mammals have gone mad, I do not know if his majesty ordered this or if the government ordered it but my country has gone mad regardless and such madness only breeds greater madness. My continued presence would only breed more hate and more destruction where it will do no good.” Kowam-ura said. “So for now? If this is for the best, then there must be no argument.”

        “But you’ve done nothing wrong!” Morty sobbed. “It’s not right that you have to be locked up for not doing anything wrong!”

         Kowam-ura turned to embrace the two tiger officers. “What good would it serve if these tigers loose their lives to protect me because my mere presence at this moment would cause greater violence upon them? I thank you both and the others who have thus far shown me such care and kindness.”

       Carston looked at Morty...”Believe me? This hurts us just as bad. Hopefully it doesn’t last for years. But on the bright side there kid? You’ll get to see him as much as you wish. I mean....he’s not going into a jail cell with a muzzle and cuffs.”

       Morty snickered as he still sobbed. “He’d probably enjoy it.”

      “Where does this tendency for deviant thinking come from Morty Wakamoto?” Kowam-ura asked.

       “Where do you think?” Morty replied. “From my Grandfather. He’d be here to see you off but as always? He’s busy creating the next scientific abomination. I dunno? A rocket dildo or something completely stupid.”

8:55am
19 October 2040
Executive Government Building
Downtown Zootopia

       Sarabi stood looking at herself in a mirror as her young son Simba stood behind her...

       “Mom? Are you trying to have a conversation with your image or are you going to make a speech?” Simba asked.

       “You have no place to tell me what to do there young cub.” Sarabi replied as she turned around and ran a paw through Simba’s head tuft!

       “Cut it out! You’re messing up my mane!” Simba growled. He looked at his mother with a smile. “Has anyone reminded you that you’re the most beautiful lioness in all the Savanna?”

      “You’re still not getting a Paw Station so stop trying.” Sarabi said with a smirk. “Remember Simba? All of us are going to have to sacrifice in these times and you should set a good example for your school mates.”

    “Gee Mom.” Simba huffed. “I’m in sixth grade not running for City “whatever title”? You’re putting a ton of pressure on me.”

    Sarabi bent down to kiss her cub on the head...”Only because I know you....you have the gift Simba....it’ll just take a while to come out. But right now? We have important things to do, don’t we?” Sarabi said as she played her paws over her cub’s body...”Head strait and level....no slouching...back strait....”

    “I didn’t think I was going to be assaulted by a Chiropractor.” Simba said as he stood crossing his arms in a pout.

     Mufasa poked his head into the room. “Darling? The Chief Justice is ready for you now.”

9am

Z.O.O. Broadcast of the inauguration of the new Mayor of Zootopia

Carla Cougar: Good morning Zootopia, those who are joining us by what media can be supplied to them through out the nation in these very difficult times...I am of course Carla Cougar joined by my co-anchor Boi Cha for this serious occasion, the inauguration of Assistant Mayor Sarabi Fasa as Mayor by the tragic deaths of Mayor Leo and his wife during the brutal assault on our country by the nation of Kzin now 24 hours ago. Boi Cha? (South American Leopard) where are we at this moment? What is the current world situation?

Boi Cha: Carla? I don’t believe any of us at this moment? don’t think right now that we are not in a war. The entire known world is clearly at war...Kzin has over ran our friends in the Outback Islands, they have taken Madagascar, There are rumors that the nation of Meerkatia has been slaughtered. We know the Destroyer Gnu York went down with all her crew, the Destroyer Growler was heavily damaged, the Assault carrier Sayoni damaged and our nation suffered a devastating rocket barrage. We know that Little Rodentia is gone...all of it....Sarabi is taking office and she has the monumental task of galvanizing Zootopia, preparing it for certainly more terrible news to come and turning a populace that we know hates war with absolute passion into a war fighting nation. The Kzinti by their actions have made it all too obvious....they are fighting a war of extermination and we here? We are all on the menu, there is no other option left to us but violence.

Carla Cougar: We....are all anxious to hear what soon to be mayor Sarabi will say. I will say however to all of you my fellow citizens, my dearest friends....that we should all give her coming excellency our hopes, our strength and our support because she must have nothing less than a solid united nation of mammals with her because I certainly will not be roasting over someone’s cooking pit and certainly there are many who will join that sentiment. However right now let us go to the Executive Office building where Sarabi Fasa will take her oath of office under the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Judge Kusco who is now entering the chamber dressed in his official attire, his black and gold robe with the embroidered seal of Zootopia on the back.

Boi Cha: And now Sarabi and her family have entered the chamber full of government and military officials, representatives from the various districts including a group of rodents representing Little Rodentia. Sarabi is stopping along the way to shake paws, make some small talk. Behind her is her husband Mufasa, talk about a resplendent male lion, and behind them is their cub Simba...obviously he’s practiced at all this protocol....and not daring to cut up behind his parents. They are all taking their places with Mufasa taking hold of the Zootopian book of the law between his wife and the Chief Justice...

      “May I say Madam that you look splendid this morning.” Kusco said still looking serious.

      “I hope you are not flurting with my wife there Lama.” Mufasa said .
jealously.

      “Just keep that lionesque fire down in the pants there kido.” Kusco said. “And keep your paws still.....noooooooo touchy......no touch.”

      “Chief Justice?” Sarabi said...”This is a moment requiring great seriousness and deportment?”

      “We all need levity at these moments your soon to be excellency. Even companions who often share good drink should crack each other every now and then. By the way Mufasa if we don’t get bombed again soon? Mixer at my house....well.....my tent for now any way.”

       Mufasa shoo’d Kusco....”Continue Koos...everyone is watching.’

      “Ah hem....” Cusco cleared his throat and almost spat...”gulp”....”ugh, I hate doing that......fellow citizens, Madam Assistant Mayor and family...we are gathered in this chamber to perform the service where by Madam Sarabi Fasa shall be sworn in to assume the office of Mayor of Zootopia. Madam? Are you ready to assume the title of Mayor and perform the duties and functions there of as prescribed in the law?”

    Sarabi nodded...”I am Sir.”

     Sarabi placed her left paw on the law book and raised her right paw as Kusco raised his right hoof hand....

    Repeat after me Madam....”I....Sarabi Fasa do sollumnly swear...” Kusco said.

     Sarabi repeated ”I....Sarabi Fasa do solemnly swear...” 

     “To faithfully execute with justice, fairness and equity the writ of the laws in this our treasured book of law.” Kusco said.
  
       “To faithfully execute with justice, fairness and equity the writ of the laws in this our treasured book of law.” Sarabi replied.

       “With no favor, nor privilege nor show of over-riding gain for any class of mammal be they preditor or prey.” Kusco said.

       “With no favor, nor privilege nor show of over-riding gain for any class of mammal be they preditor or prey.” Sarabi replied.

       “With malice to none. With charity, justice and peace to all and between all.” Kusco said.
       
       “With malice to none. With charity, justice and peace to all and between all.” Sarabi replied.

       “To tend to the common good, the common health and the common defense.” Kusco said.

       “To tend to the common good, the common health and the common defense.” Sarabi replied.

       “To this book, to my nation I am bound upon my honor.” Kusco said.

      “To this book, to my nation I am bound upon my honor.” Sarabi replied.

      Kusco turned to the assembled...”I present to our citizens, Mayor Sarabi Fasa. Madam Excellency? The floor is yours.” Kusco said with a bow. He then backed up to stand by Mufasa...

     “She has a ton of trouble on her back now.” Kusco said to Mufasa.

     “Believe me...” Mufasa replied. “That’s one mean back. Try pinning her to the floor.”

     “No thank you.” Kusco said smiling. “I like my body intact thank you.”

      Sarabi took a moment to look at her speech on the podium, her face deeply set in the focused countenance that demonstrated the serious the situation called for....there was much at stake...

     “My fellow citizens.....my friends......my dear country-mammals....those of your who are suffering.....those of you who have lost ones so dear to you, lost your homes and perhaps have lost your hearts and your will....know that....”We reach”....as a nation...”We reach”....as a family of mammals.....”We reach.”

      “Let there be no mistake...in our long shared history since the day our own guns set against ourselves went silent over a hundred years ago, our nation and we have striven and worked and aspired to the cause of universal peace among ourselves and between all mammalian nations in our known world. We have known the bitter and terrible cost of conflict, the graves of our fore fathers scattered across Zootopia and the Northern Country and the forever poluted tracks of devistated battlefields attest to that desire.”

      “We have done every work that the cause of peace demanded of us with the Kzinti Empire. We desired not conflict but friendship, prosperity not destruction, shared bounties and benefits of life not the brutality and madness of war....yet the Kzinti have made their choice.”

      “Yesterday....the Kzinti attacked across the broad expanse of the oceans. They have attacked, brutalized and over-ran many nations of whom we shared the common goals of friendship and prosperity. Yesterday....the Kzinti rocket bombed our nation, rained destruction down upon our citizens and slaughtered the yet untold numbers who still lie trapped, buried, dead or dying in the ruins around us. To every Zootopian be they predator or prey? Every life mattered from the smallest rodent to the greatest elephant. Every life taken was an act of criminal barbarity.”

      “The intention of the Kzinti Empire...has been made absolutely and brutally clear without need for emphasis. They have embarked on a war of conquest and slaughter. Let the reports which have emerged from the sinking of the Destroyer Gnu York be proof enough of Kzinti intentions as they machine gunned helpless sailors to death when they tried to escape their sinking ship.”

       “Our nation.....is without doubt now at war with Kzin. And given their ferocity....it is a war to the death. Such must sadly be waged with the level of force and brutality which is abhorant to us but waged it must until the Kzinti are brought to their senses. It shall never be our intention, desire nor want to annihilate a species but we will assure that those who began this war or mass murder upon our world, shall never now nor ever will be the side that claims victory.”

       “I will therefore ask the City Counsel to authorize the full war mobilization of our nation. To assure that our armed forces...our naval fleet and our fleet marines have what they require to bring down the wrath upon our enemy until that day our enemy ceases his war waging efforts and sanity and peace be restored to our world.”

      “To those who have carried out illegal acts of attack and revenge upon our citizens by purpose because these citizens were members of the predatorial feline species? Be warned....the arm of justice is never too short nor the sword long sheathe’d against wanton criminalism. If you have done these deeds? You are advised to surrender to the authorities while grace still allows you. Failure to do so...will bring down upon you the full weight of our nation’s justice. Such acts will NEVER be tolerated in our country....not when national unity is sore needed among us all.”

     “In closing my beloved citizens....as your Mayor.....I shall do all that is in me to Shepard the nation through this terrible trial. To bring this war to a short and swift conclusion. To bind up the wounds inflicted upon our great country and return peace and stability to our land and our world. Much will be asked of you....labor, sacrifice, courage, heroism and heart but I am confident that no other collection of mammals is more ready nor better prepared to see this conflict to its final conclusion than you my beloved home....my Zootopia....our Zootopia.”

     “May the protection of all we love and hold dear unite us, sustain us and carry us through to eventual victory and renewed peace. Bless us all all the great and small.....Hail Zootopia.....Hail.”

     The assembly in the chamber stomped their feet and threw their paws, hooves and claws up in salute! “HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! HAZZAH! HAZZAH! HAZZAH!!” “HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! HAZZAH! HAZZAH! HAZZAH!!” 

      Sarabi turned and caught her son Simba as he jumped into her arms sobbing under her chin....

      “I think his approval meter at your speech pegged out at 10 my dear.” Mufasa said as he took hold of a paw. “Sorry....something in my eye.....my dear.”

     “Hmph.....” Sarabi replied smiling. “You are as worse a baby as our son.”

     Another lion came up behind Sarabi. “Your excellency? We have a briefing in fifteen minutes with some of the military leadership.”

    Sarabi handed Simba to his father. “So it begins.”

10:30am
19 October 2040
The Destroyer Growler under tow

      “VOOOOOM VOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOM BOOOOOOOM!” The sound of a pair of Flying Fox attack drones flying over and past the Growler at high speed made every mammal jump, clap or rub their tired and tear filled eyes with joy....even more so when the silhouette of the Sayoni appeared far into the horizon with a destroyer following her. All doubts about reaching home were melted away now with the airborne protection and two warships rushing to meet their crippled sister...

       Jackson didn’t break from his work in the overhead of Broadway even as excited crew mates were running to the weather decks to see the welcome sights, he was too busy pulling cables around and making splices to get the power routing to all the ship’s spaces and systems complete. There could be ten friendly ships around, he thought, it only takes one enemy torpedo to sneak in and give the Growler her gut punch ending. So Jackson stayed single focused on his single purpose...

       Till some one started to pull on his long rabbit ears....”Quit!” He snapped as he pulled and tried to continue his work...

       “QUIT IT!” He snapped again as who ever was screwing with him didn’t listen.

       “DAMN IT! I’M GONNA!” Jackson dropped from the overhead only to look up and see Darla waving at him on the latter.

       “Mwwwwyeee?” She said with a giggle. “You know we’re close to home?”

       “Not close enough.” Jackson said as he rummaged through his tool box. “We still have work to do.”

        Darla rested her head in her paws...”You? Realize we should know something in three weeks?”

        “Please don’t remind me.” Jackson replied. “My Mother is going to kill me.”

        “She is not going to kill you.” Darla replied as she climbed off the ladder and embraced her husband. “Oh come on Jackie? What mother has never pitched a little complaint about their cub or kitten knocking up their Sig-oh “Significant Other” and then though the idea of becoming a grandparent wasn’t the best thing since sliced bread?”

         “Because my mother seemed pretty serious....”Jackson? You should not have children until at least five years when you are well set and established. My Godfather told me the same thing Dar...”

         “So arbitrary.” Darla snorted. “My mother will be absolutely “gaga” over it. She’ll want to personally make up the baby room.”

         Darla nuzzled Jackson....”That is....if.....if I take.” She said thinking about the severe species differences between a rodent and a mustalde.

        “And your mother will still feel giddy with a half breed little bastard.” Jackson said frowning.

        “Don’t be discouraged by all that otter centric species pride stuff. My father might protest...before my mother chews his tail to a pulp.” Darla kissed Jackson on his lips...”Besides? I don’t give a damn what any otter might say...I think I’ve proven that fact very clearly. Our baby will have the best parents in all Zootopia because I married the best and most smartest mammal in all Zootopia and I don’t make mistakes.”

        “Oh? Sometimes...” Jackson snickered back.

        “You creep!” Darla yelped as she tackled Jackson to the deck! They rolled around with each other until Darla had Jackson pinned to the deck...”So? Mister Wilde? Where will our real honey moon be?”

        “I’m not sure yet.” Jackson replied. “I have to think. The ship has to go into drydock for repairs in Tundra Town...we could spend two weeks there? I know how much you love King Salmon. There’s a hotel there with a sweet salmon run and a big pool? You could catch a pair? I’d like that?”

        Darla smiled softly. “I like that too. Yeah....let’s do that then? And the official wedding? Still at your Godfather’s house?”

        “Yes...” Jackson replied. “But we better keep your possible pregnancy from the Lanzoni family...oh my gawdess Vulpix they will go overboard!”

         Darla kissed under Jackson’s chin and nibbled on his neck...”If they could pay for a house...I wouldn’t complain.”

        Jackson sat up and started to make out with Darla in the passageway....”I’m not going to ask for that favor.” Jackson said. “But two years worth of diapers would be a fine gift to ask for.”

        Suddenly....Jackson got a kick in the side from Chief Fireball...”Play time over you love birds, no more of that. Wilde? Get back to your work.”

        Fireball leaned down to Darla’s face. “And I demand to be the Godfather to your children. If you refuse me? There will be dire consequences.”

Noon
19 October 2040
Chuck and Omaha’s Apartment

         Harold Gray stopped well short of the apartment door to think...how should he say it? What do you say to someone who’s potential dreams and aspirations for a life together with someone else had been so suddenly destroyed?

         Harold pulled the picture from his wallet...both of them dressed in nice clothes with his son Will looking down on the smaller rabbit with a face of absolute joy. At first...Harold detested the idea. He didn’t take it well when Will admitted his propensity towards males and he certainly didn’t take it well when his son produced his “lover” but Harold and his wife were satisfied that they had done everything that a parent could have done to raise an outstanding wolf...and Will in his father’s eyes had made the grade quite well. He lived un-ashamed, ears perked high, and held to his principles. Above all else Harold expected of his two boys, being principled was his highest aspiration for both of them...

       But would Will still have them? Harold didn’t get more time to think as the apartment door opened and his younger son Alex came out...

      “Huh? DAD!” Alex screamed as he tore down the hallway! DAD! WILL?! DAD’S HERE!”

      Harold caught Alex as he jumped and spun him around in a tight hug! “I am so glad to see you Alexander!” Harold almost cried as he hugged Alex and kissed his head...”Are you alright?!”

     “I’m here.” Alex replied as he smiled, held his fathers big head in his paws and tenderly kissed him...”I’m so glad you and mom are ok Dad.”

     Will came out and stood at the door to the apartment. “Dad?!”

       Harold whined with joy as he took hold of his elder son...”Oh Will! Your mother and I were so worried for both of you...”

       “Nothing reached you Dad? No where West of the city?” Will asked as Harold and Alex followed him inside the apartment.

       “Nope.” Harold replied.. The city bore the brunt of it.”

       Alex pulled on his father’s jacket. “Dad? Mister Packer and Elias are both dead.” Alex said with sorrow..”Dad? They saved my life.”

       Harold took Alex again and hugged him tight...”Then we will do right by them.” He said. 

      Will gestured around the apartment...”Dad? This is Charles...or Chuck as he liked to be called.” Will said as he introduced Chuck the tabby cat. “And this is his girlfriend, perhaps fiance, Omaha Twist.”

     Harold shook both Chuck and Omaha’s paws and turned back to Will....”Will? I am so sorry all you’ve tried to accomplish has been so torn up. The Kzinti were after all the uncontrolled factor in this disaster.”

     Will looked around the room and sighed a bit.....”Dad? You’re a former Navy wolf, you know your own fleet...could we have done something to cause this attack? Could we have been doing spy missions or some sort of probing that spooked the Kzinti into attacking us?”

     Harold shook his head...”I’d like to put you at ease son and say I’m a hundred percent sure they didn’t. But?....There’s always that one percent. I absolutely feel confident myself that the fleet wouldn’t be seeking a fight on purpose to provoke a war. Certainly not to receive “this” upon our country.” Harold placed a paw on a shoulder...”Will? You worked so hard for peace...I think there’s a big sentiment around the population who think the same way about you. You did your absolute best. The Kzinti just decided that peace wasn’t an entertaining option.”

     Harold looked around the apartment...”Can you all leave me alone with Will for a moment?”

      Chuck and Omaha walked out with Alex still standing near the door. “Alex?” Harold said...”You too son.”

      Alex felt Tina’s paw rub his shoulder and he soon followed her out the door, leaving Will standing with his father...

      “Son? Sit down.” Harold asked as he guided Will to the couch. The big wolf was silent for a moment as he placed a paw on his elder son’s leg and gently rubbed it...

      “Will?” Harold said as his ears down casted...Will....A Naval officer showed up at the house this morning....from the.....from the Casualty Assistance Team....

       Will’s ears drooped.....his mouth cracked slightly at first. His father took hold of a paw and the cringe in his face betrayed the next words....

        Outside the apartment, Alex was talking with Tina when he heard Will scream...the younger wolf ran to the door and pushed it open to find Will sitting on the floor screaming and clawing at his father...and Alex knew what had just happened...

       Gilly was gone. The center and love of his older brother’s whole life was gone. Alex stood in the doorway transfixed upon his older suffering sibling and his paws clenched tightly in absolute rage. Without any word, Alex turned and ran for the stairs with Tina chasing after him. She caught him short running out the front door of the building and held on to him tight as he snarled, cursed, growled and punched a fist into things until it started to bleed. Then Alex too flopped to the ground and cried.

1pm
19 October 2040
The Kzinti Fleet Submarine K-98
Somewhere in the Saruto Sea north of Madagascar

Article One: If captured? I shall give only my name and nothing else to my captors. I shall give them nothing which would hurt my country or my fellow Zootopians.

Article Two: I shall not misbehave before the enemy nor reject the basics of sustaining my life when offered. I shall strive to live knowing my homeland has not abandoned me and shall show always the best example of how a Zootopian conducts themselves if it will gain for me an advantage against my captors.

Article Three: I shall not abandon hope nor give up the means to escape or fight if they are presented to me.

     “Article four.....Article four.....hmmm” Zepher had recovered from his immediate melancholy of captivity when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to be tortured, brutalized or killed by the Kzinti. He sore chaffed at the collar around his neck and how he was kept naked and in feral form as the female Kzinti walked with him as her “little leashed bitch” around the spaces of the submarine. Yet he played the part even as he detested it to his soul...head erect, Tail stiff and still against his rump. A proper sit. A playful yip....even chasing a stupid ball...and all the while he sank his teeth into some of the big tigers ankles, pissing them off before he ran back to his “mistress” for safety. He would stick his tongue out as them as the Sub’s captain chewed them out for threatening her new pet.

      She was obviously the subs commander and by far the only one who seemed to possess good administration skills, judging by the neatness of her small cabin behind the main control room. The big female tiger placed Zepher on her desk and picked up a comb and brush to preen him out. Obviously? She’d taken a serious liking to her small captive...

      She said something Zepher couldn’t understand and he tried to relay that by shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head...”I don’t know your language.” He said timidly. He then pulled on his leash and made a discomforted face to show how unhappy he was...

     And with a startling surprise? She took off the collar?!

      Zepher dared to go into his anthro form and sat on the edge of the desk...”Thank you.” He said softly...”For saving my life and being “kind” for what that might be worth. I never thought any of you would show a bit of mercy.

      She must have found him “cute” or something...given how she tickled his chest and smiled at him. The pleasant exchange was short lived though as she placed the collar and leash back on and shooshed him back into his feral form as another Kzinti entered the compartment.

       “Disgusting little creature.” The male Kzinti snarled at his Commander. “Keeping it as a pet Cho-Khan? The tail would still make a nice flag you know? Kitsunes are dangerous...especially those of the enemy. He may be a conditioned spy.”

       “Are you done with your complaining yet Chal?” The female Kzinti replied growling. “How is the crew?”

       Zepher craned his head trying to catch and decipher any spoken words but the male Kzinti slapped him off the head...”Continue with that you little dust mop and you’ll be in our brig.” The big male said. “Commander? Honestly if I may speak? That kitsune is the damn enemy, you can’t be seriously thinking of taking him home with us?”

       The female grabbed Chal by his wrist...”You dare put another paw on him and you will be chewing roots instead of meat. And do I have to fear the Kempi Tai (Secret Police)? My record speaks for me. Why don’t you go do something productive Chal and see to the crew evaluations? I will worry about prisoners.”

       Zepher sat smiling at the big male Kzinti...”Yeah....whatever she said there snit hole.” The fox snickered. He then rolled onto his back, yipped loudly and played his advantage as he got the Commander to tickle her paws over him...

       “If you behave well?” The Kzinti female said. “I may allow you a little more freedom. You are after all a fellow predator....even though my nation hates you Kitsune with misguided stupidity.”

       She poked Zepher’s stomach playfully....”Kitsune”....she said softly. “Kitsune”, “Kitsune”, “Kitsune.”

       “No....” Zepher replied as he patted his own chest....”Zepher? Zeff-errrr....Zepher! My name is Zepher.”

       “Kitsune.” The female Kzinti seemed to press.

       Zepher shrugged back. “Ok...fine by me....Kitsune it is, I’m not going to complain.”

       The fox bounded from the desk and took a risk by running up the Kzinti’s arm and snuggle hugging her large neck while purring over her cheek. Zepher felt himself being pulled off, wrapped into a cuddle and handled like a new born Kit with the big tigeress giving him gentle kisses. She then held him under his arms and pointed to the small bathroom in the corner of her cabin...

      “Oh?” Zepher asked as he pointed. “Bath?” “Me?”

       “Furonihairu.” “Furonihairu.” The Tigeress replied.

       “Oh! Furonihairu for me....” Zepher said as he nodded.

       “Hai hai....Furonihairu.” She gestured.

       Zepher got down, turned and did what seemed to be the usual custom of reply....He bowed. “Thank you for this Furonihairu uh....Cho-Khan.”

       The female Kzinti smiled...”You are smart as well as cute. Go...Go...” She coaxed.

       Zepher stepped into the shower....”Perhaps captivity won’t be so bad...then again? She could be suckering me to get information or maybe she’ll force feed me so I’m nice and fat when she kills me.” Zepher said quietly to himself. “For now? I’ll play the game till the time turns to my side.”
 
2pm
19 October 2040
Outside Chuck and Omaha’s Apartment

       One his fifth try....Alex finally got his Uncle Chance on his smart phone....

      “Hello Uncle...” Alex said somberly. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

      “None the worse for getting shelled earlier in the day.” Chancy replied. “Our own tubes dropped ass on us kid.”

      “Our own artillery?” Alex yelped. “You weren’t hurt right? How did that stupid snit happen?”

      “False alarm...” Chancy replied. “Wild tales running amok all over the place. You and Will alright? I know your mom and dad are ok.”

      “Dad’s here with us right now. We’re going back home to Rain Forest and taking some friends in the truck.” Alex said...”But? Uncle? Will’s boyfriend......the rabbit?......he’s dead.”

      Chancy was quiet for a moment...”When? What happened?”

       “He was on the destroyer Growler.” Alex replied. “The Kzinti ambushed it and....he was killed.” Alex stood with his eyes closed and his teeth showing from under his lips....

      “Uncle? I don’t want to wait...I want to join up. I know my parents won’t sign the papers...” Alex said.

      “Don’t ask me to sign them. You wait Alex.” Chancy replied.

      “Wait?” Alex said....”Wait?! Did you understand what I just told you?!”

      “I do Alex....trust me.” Chancy replied. But Alex wasn’t having it...

      “Oh I don’t think you understand at all.” Alex growled. “Those bastards...those milk bowl sipping pieces of feline snit...stole everything from my brother.....MY BROTHER! UNCLE! They took all his hopes and his dreams and they stole them! They murdered his lover and they’ve brutalized Will! I’m not going to wait till I’m 18!....I’m not going to wait till the fricken draft! I’m joining up and I’m taking some pay back to those cat ass hole licking mother fluckers!”

       “DON’T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE SNIT HEAD! SO HELP ME ALEX, I AM GNATS CLOSE TO COMING TO THE HOUSE AND KICKING YOUR FLUCKEN SNOOT IN!”

         Alex shuddered and flopped onto the side walk....”I’m sorry uncle.” Alex sobbed. “He’s hurt.....he’s really, really hurt...he won’t stop crying uncle...my big brother’s absolutely crushed....please!? I want to join up! I want Will to have some justice!”

        “I will not be responsible for sending my sister’s son on a death march!” Chancy said. “My Goddess Alex!? Do you think I don’t feel like you do right now? Do you think I have no emotions at all damn it?!”

        “Uncle....I’m sorry......I.......” Alex shuddered....”I can’t stand seeing Will like this Uncle...I’m so afraid he’ll do something crazy...”

         “And you’ll make it worse by rushing off into the Marines...you’re too young kid! Your place right now is near Will, taking care of him and loving on him like a brother should...especially at this time.” Chancy said. “Don’t you dare think of doing something stupid. Promise me you won’t pull some stupid snit?”

        Alex replied...”Yes Uncle....I promise.”

        Harold came walking up...”Time to go Alex.”

        “Uncle Chance is on the phone Dad. Alex said as he raised his smart phone...

       “Hey you old goat.” Harold growled.

        “Still hope they call you back there water dog?” Chancy replied.

        Alex sobbed as he stood up, looked at his father and ran...enlisting a sigh of frustration from the big wolf...”Thanks Chancy...that was pretty rough.”

       “How’s Will?” Chancy asked.

       “Absolutely broken...but he still wants to see the ship pull in...I’m debating that...I think it would be better to just wait until the.....until the remains are prepared. It just sucks all around.” Harold said. “But I’m glad you didn’t let Alex try to sign up.”

       “I’m always here Harry.” Chancy replied. “I just don’t know when we might ship out but I guess my retirement just went deep six for sure. I’m going to be in depends and a walking cane by the time this snit is over.”

      “You just take care of yourself.” Harold snorted. “You stupid ground puke.”

      “Go fluck yourself on a grease poll swabie.” Gordon replied in jest.

3pm
19 October 2040
The Assault Ship Sayoni towing the Growler

      Kerdle stood with other sailors on the back of the Sayoni’s flight deck looking towards the battered destroyer behind their ship with a sense of awe and dread at her decimated condition. Yet among the mammals were voices of pride for their comrades. She might be blackened, beaten all to hell, full of holes and looking like she might still sink but the Growler was still here...unlike the poor Gnu York.

      Kerdle pulled out his cell phone and tried to call Jackson’s number and to his surprise...it chimed!

       “Jackie?” Kerdle said as his tail wagged happily. “Hey there ship mate! You all right?!”

       “Minus my tail I am.” Jackson replied. “So good to hear your voice. How’s your family?!”

       “Wife and the twins are safe.” Kerdle said as he scanned the Growler for Jackson...”Hey? Wave!”

        Jackson and Darla waved from the bridge wing...”Hi Darla!” Kerdle yelped.

       Jackson kissed Darla on the head....”She’s Misses Wilde now.” He said.

     “Get? Get the fluck out of here.” Kerdle yelped.

     “Yes.” Darla replied. “We tied a couple of knots on this cruise. Couldn’t wait, I mean....you don’t know if your number will pop up tomorrow so we sped up the wedding....and a few other things” 

      “You two got married?...sheesh....what else could you do I guess when you’re asses are getting shot at?” Kerdle asked. “So are you going to be with family when we pull in or should we find a place to sit and get snit faced?”

       Jackson sighed...”Kerd? Gilly’s gone.”

       “Gone?” Kerdle replied. “You mean?.....as in dead?”

       “Yes...” Jackson replied. “He got caught by the first explosions and probably got thrown into something. I didn’t have time to figure out what happened. 89 of our crew died including almost all our ICERM compliment of mice and rats. We have over a hundred wounded.”

         Kerdle grimaced....”We must have a party for them...get everyone together at a club and give em all a good cheer, let em know we love them. That’s what we foxes do, we send off our dead with a party.”

        “When things are calm we will.” Jackson replied. “What about your ship Kerd? The back’s all burnt.”

        “We took a rocket in the butt and another in the gut.” Kerdle replied.

         “Oh...kaaaaaaay....that sounded a little perverted?” Jackson giggled.

        “Well that’s the description buddy.” Kerdle replied. “Our drones got some of the rockets from the first volley. Once we get you guys to the harbor tugs, we’re going back out to patrol the coast. The good news I’ve heard so far is that our drone subs are on a rampage but the size of the Kzinti Navy is far bigger than we have right now and they’re formidable as far as a surface force. We are in for a serious fight here.”

         Darla took the phone. “When we have a re-do on the wedding Kerd, we’ll need a first mammal and as I remember? You were the back up pitcher.”

         “I’ll do it if you want me.” Kerdle replied. “We’ll see you in port. Love you guys and glad you’re home.”

End of Chapter 51

Next: Epilogue, The final Chapter of First Salvo