FSE

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I've been gone a long while, and now on my 24th birthday i submit a new story for your reading pleasure. Some of you may have read and liked my Spyro story thats been in hiatus for the past 3 years. I'm not sure if I can continue that story but I might try if I can find the time.

Ok for beginners, my disclaimer, all characters belong to me, this story series, etc. If you'd like to use something from my story, inform me first and provide credit in your story.

"98... 99... 100... Hoorah!" said the tall anthro Mexican wolf in a grey tank top and dark blue shorts as he set the virtual weights back on the press bench. Sweat dripped from his chest fur and wild brown hair as he sat up and grabbed his towel. He patted himself down as best he could and got up, walking to the entrance of the room. "Felicity, end gym program." said the wolf as he walked out of the Simulation Room. A beep sounded as Felicity spoke over the intercom, "Gym simulation terminated. Do you need anything else Commander?" The wolf raised a hand in farewell, "No, thanks for the workout Felicity." A hologram appeared of a red female fox in front of the Commander as he walked toward the living quarters of his ship, The Tempest Guardian.

Felicity, as the hologram and ship A.I. was named, takes the form of a curvaceous and busty 34DD, three tail red female fox normally wearing a skin tight dark blue space suit with the team logo on her right shoulder, which altogether made a strong contrast against her white and bright red fur. Her long fiery red and blonde hair glowed as it fell down her head and shoulders. Dark emerald green eyes met the Commander's as he stopped a moment.

"Need something Felicity?" asked the Commander as he stopped towel drying his hair. She bent forward, her ample bosom bouncing slightly. "Not really Commander, but I don't get to walk with you very often, not since you got the upgraded hologram projector a few weeks ago when my old one broke due to... extensive use, you might say?" She said, giving the Commander a stern but playful look.

The Commander gave a slight chuckle at this. Felicity straightened up and crossed her arms, her breast pushed up by the action. "Commander!" gasped Felicity in the sternest voice she could muster. The Commander shrugged his shoulders. "I did not order nor suggest the actions you took which ended up breaking your hologram projector. That... was all... you..." He said as he ran a finger down between the images of Felicity's breasts, seeing her blush underneath her white cheek fur. She huffed and tried to look away, but kept an eye on the Commander.

Felicity POV:

Even though she didn't have a physical body, Felicity couldn't help but blush when the Commander simulated running a finger between her breasts. She secretly loved how the Commander would treat her as another member of the crew; even tease her as if she was flesh and blood. Gods, if there were such things, did she wish she was flesh and blood. After playing off her little defiance act, she relaxed and waved off the Commander, "If there isn't anything else Commander, please go take a bath... you stink." Chuckling, he gave a friendly salute, and promptly went to his room, the door hissing shut as he entered.

Secretly frustrated for not having a body she stomped her foot on the carpeted floor, which made no sound since she was just a hologram. All of a sudden there was a hiss of a door making Felicity jump, only to see that it was Selaras coming out of her room holding her custom sniper rifle. Selaras Amari, or Lightning as her code name was, resembled an Earth caracal cat standing about 5'8", fit and toned body with a 34C chest and black, blue tinted hair fixed in a ponytail. She was currently wearing a black sports bra and red boy shorts.

Felicity, holding her hand over where her heart might be said, "Woo, thought someone was gunning for me, then I saw it was you." Selaras turned her head toward Felicity, "Har har, Fel. Not like I haven't heard that one before. You get the new firing range program uploaded yet?" Felicity swept back her hair, "Who do you think runs this ship Sel, of course I got that new firing range program uploaded. I was done with that like 2 hours after you gave it to me. Not my fault we've had back to back missions this week." Giving a slight growl, Selaras shouldered her rifle and walked through Felicity's hologram, turning down the hall toward the simulation room. After her hologram finished putting itself back together, Felicity huffed. "Geez, what's bothering the pussy cat? Personal note: Sel needs to chill... and get laid...ASAP."

Selaras POV:

Selaras stomped her way to the Simulation Room, her temper simmering on the surface. She entered the Simulation Room and the room was blank. "Fel!" she yelled. "Hold your kittens pussy cat, your program is loading. Five more seconds...done. Have fun!" said Felicity as the program loaded and a firing range appeared around Selaras. Giving a big sigh, she relaxed the tension the anger was causing in her body. She takes a few deep breaths to settle her mind and then goes about setting up the program to give her the range she was looking to practice on.

An hour later, Selaras got her rifle together and shut down the program. She was slightly sweaty; concentrating so hard on the targets had been somewhat stressful. The reason for the firing range program was to test how the rifle was firing, and to see what had changed since the last time she test fired it. She decided to drop her rifle off with Andra, since the programmed proved what her gut instinct was telling her, it had been feeling a little off since the last mission. She exited the Simulation Room and decided to try the Research Lab and see if Andra was there.

She reached the Lab and called out "Hey Glasses, where you at?" Looking for the mouse was always a surprise in her little room of gadgets and beakers filled with something Selaras didn't want to know or find out. Looking over a shelf of beakers had her find the mouse in her white lab coat. Andra was a short, light white mouse who kept in pretty good shape, about a 32B bust, but as deadly as Selaras was with her weapons, it was Andra's brain that she thought was the deadliest weapon of the team. Although, she would never admit it.

Andra POV:

Andra is tinkering on her latest little project when she jumps, suddenly hearing a voice, "Hey Glasses, where you at?" Andra sets down her project and slaps a hand against her forehead. "It could only be..." Selaras looks over a shelf of beakers and spots the mouse's white ears and coat. Andra looks up to see Selaras set down her rifle on what little space remained on her work bench. "So what did you do to it this time Sela?"

Selaras slapped the top the of work bench. "I didn't do anything to it. You know I take damn good care of my weapons. This is just something I can't figure out." She pulls out a data pad. "This is all the info, compared to when I last tested it before our last mission and today."

Andra takes the data pad and fixes her glasses, which scan the data pad and immediately pulls all the information into her glasses. She then looks at the rifle and scans it. "Feli, I need you to create an x-ray hologram of Sela's rifle in front of me, display of internal mechanisms, and the results of all data collected from Sela's report please?" Felicity's voice sounded over the intercom. "Anything for you sweetie. Anything else?" Andra pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "No thanks, but much appreciated Feli."

Andra began to virtually take the rifle apart. Selaras watched for a bit as Andra worked her magic comparing each piece to the data collected simulating stress, wear and tear, and the age of the components. After a few minutes, she collected all the data and stuck it in a folder for more research at a later time. Andra grabbed a particular piece that had turned red in her palm. "This is the problem. Your stabilizing core is fried, and unfortunately I don't have the parts on hand to fix it. You'll have to wait till the next time we stop at a space port and check the local weapon shops."

Selaras picked up her rifle and slung the weapon on her back. "Thanks Andra. I'll get back to you once I pick up the new core." She then turn and left the lab. Andra delicately takes off her glasses and rubs her temples. "How do I put up with her? Ugh what time... Damn it's that late? I think I'm gonna swing by the mess hall, I'm famished." She stands up and grabs her glasses, her muscles tight from the long sitting. "I didn't realize I was working on that project for the past 8 hours." She says as she gets up and leaves toward the mess hall. "Oh well, gotta make a few sacrifices for science."

A couple of minutes later Andra entered the mess hall to find Cadee eating and appeared to be looking over some reports. Andra ordered some food from the food processor and then sat down at the table across from Cadee. In reality, her name is Adora Cadee Adams. She is a tall anthro long tail rabbit, with a lovely toned body and 34D breasts. Her gray coat and white belly fur made her seem really exotic. She was currently wearing a purple tank top and matching PJ pants. Andra's wanted to 'study' her more... thoroughly someday.

Adora's POV:

Several data pads were scattered in front of her of various ship data. Being the navigator and pilot of the ship, keeping it running in one piece was mainly her job. She had come down to the mess hall to grab some dinner and refuel her own energy while looking over the data. She looked up when she heard the door open only to see Andra. She gave her a quick smile but then went back to her work while nibbling on her food. She had just picked up one data pad when Andra sat down across from her.

"Evening Cadee, what are you looking at?" asked the always quizzical little mouse. Adora leaned back in her chair, setting the data pad down. "I'm just going over the status of the ship. Parts that need replacing, anything we can scrap for some extra credits, etc. It's pretty late and I haven't seen you all day in the bridge. What project are you working on this time?"

Andra looked up from her food to answer, "I'm not really sure. I started with this one idea of making a Magnetic Grenade Biospray, then I got bored and started making it into an Emergency Beacon Teleporter, then I got bored again and I'm not sure quite what it is now." Adora covered her mouth and laughed a little. She was always amazed at what this barely 5 foot mouse could come up with, sometimes it was downright scary.

She reached for some food but then took notice there was nothing left on her plate. She knew from one of the data pads that their food stores were heading toward the low end so she decided not to go for something extra. She needed to plot a course to a nearby space port where they could refill their supplies. She stood up, grabbed her empty plate, and put it in the sterilizer. She walked back to the table and started collecting the data pads together. "Aww, leaving already Cadee?" asked the mouse who was currently nibbling some cheese. "Yes Andra, like you, I've always got something to do on this ship. Swing by sometime, you know where to find me."

A couple of minutes later, Adora was on the bridge. She gave a soft sigh as she looked across the bridge, her home. There was a seat for everyone. She of course had the most forward seat, being the pilot. A chair to her right was where Andra sat and acted as navigator and communicator during missions. A chair to her left was where Selaras sat and manned the weapons. Then there was the Commander's chair which sat behind the three of them. She shivered slightly. Ever since that incident, it's been hard to trust anyone of the male species, but she feels somewhat safe around the Commander, but that wall still existed, and probably will for some time.

She sat down in her chair and pulled up the navigation screen. As she was plotting a course to a Republic of Worlds space port, she heard footsteps behind her. She worked for another minute before the curiosity got the better of her and she looked behind her. It was the Commander, and he was sitting in his chair looking at something on the screen in front of him. She turned back to task but said, "Evening Commander, can I help you with anything?"

Randall POV:

Randall entered the bridge, spotting Adora in the pilot's chair, working on something with the screen in front of her. Not wanting to bother her, he sat in his chair and brought up a list of his contacts, checking to see if any work was being posted. Adora eventually turned and saw that it was he who entered the bridge. He looked up when he heard Adora's greeting. "No Adora, and how many times have I told everyone to just call me Randall. Among those bureaucrats and big wigs I'm Commander Marrok, leader of the Storm Hounds, and captain of the Tempest Guardian." He said in a somewhat theater voice. "When we're on the ship, I'm just Randall and you're all my family."

"Yes... um... Randall, is there any work for us?" she asked tentatively. "Not at the moment, why do you ask?" he answered, looking back through his message box. "We need to make a supply run when possible to refill our food stores, make some repairs and upgrades, and get some time off the ship. I think it would do everyone some good."

Randall pulled up the groups credit balance, noting how much they had. "Our credits look good for some leave time. Plot us to a sufficient space port and we'll take some shore leave. If we can get planet side, I think it would also lift morale."Aye aye sir. Plotting new course... Course set to the planet Vulpes V. ETA about 16 hours." He runs a hand through the wild brown hair on his head.

"I hear the beaches are pretty nice this time of year."