Betrayed hero
Betrayed hero. By Raven Fox: A guy gets held by the government being accused of something, and then loses everything. He leaves the state, and then gets drafted during an invasion of Earth. This older piece was written before Furry Encounters with a vulpine cast, but I overhauled it for the wolf fans making the wolves the heroes in this story.
March 2011 Lynnwood Washington, in a trunk of a car.
He's in pain, the thirty five year old male human felt another spasm of pain from his wrist and ankles. The area is dark and smelly; the noise is loud and muffled with the occasional bump. "What do they want with me?" The human thought to himself, remembering the three large armed men who kidnapped him.
His name is John; he was a member of the Air force. He uses to fly the F-117 stealth fighter before it was retired in 2008. John thought back to the times he flew the fighter before it was taken out of service, so the Air force can purchase more F-22s. Now he just drives for Seattle lines driving a bus.
Later.
John felt his prison lurch to a stop, an opening appeared. He squinted his eyes from the light pouring in. This March day is rare one in the Puget Sound area of Washington State, it was sunny instead of gray. His world went dark as a hood went over his head. The men grabbed him dragging him somewhere. John felt a smooth surface on the toes of his shoes, and then he felt himself get placed on a hard chair.
The hood is removed; his eyes took a moment to adjust. The place is dimmed, the human examined his surroundings. The place is large with steel beam construction. John took a whiff of air; it had a dank smell with the hint of burned propane. "I can be anywhere, Seattle, Everett or Lynnwood. Those cities have a bunch of warehouses, plus some are vacant at this time of year." He thought to himself as someone walked in view.
The man is tall and thin, wearing a black suit, plus wearing black sunglasses. He sat at another chair facing John. "Major John L. Drake. SSN ###-##-8715. Served in the Air Force from 1996-2008. You quit when the Lockheed F-117 stealth fighter was retired. Now you drive a bus for tourists. How come you are driving senior citizens, instead of flying jetliners?"
John looked at the man, knowing that he's FBI, CIA or one of the bull shit branches who like to harass civilians. "Well, one: I only fly Lockheed products. Two: I don't fly airplanes that carry more than one person. Three: Airlines aren't hiring at the moment."
"Mr. Drake, we noticed that you were talking to a certain guy two days ago in Portland Oregon. That guy is a known member of a group of terrorists working south of the US border. We're wondering about your loyalty to this country." Said the man.
The remark felt like a punch in the gut to John. "The twenty first century red scare. In the 1950's if you talked to a Russian, you were accused of being a communist. Now since the attack on the US on Sept 11, 2001, if you're Muslim, you're a terrorist." John thought to himself, he looked at the guy. "Don't you ever question my loyalty? I flew missions over Afghanistan, Iraq for this war on terror. I lost some friends in training accidents and a couple when their fighter got hit by a SAM over Bagdad. One other thing, I lost my entire family on Sept 11, 2001, so G-man, don't ever question my loyalty."
The man glared at John. "Mr. Drake, right now you're a person of interest of the FBI. I think we'll keep an eye on you. Yes, we can question your loyalty, because we can. Good day Mr. Drake, we'll contact you when we want to talk to you again." The hood is placed on John's head and he's dragged away.
The next day.
John went to his place of work, while walking to get his assignment his boss walked up to him. "I am sorry John; I got to place you on a leave of absence."
John looked at his friend. "More like you're firing me."
"There's nothing I can do about it, the owner is being pressured by the government. They threaten to take his charter license." Said his boss.
"Well, it's been nice knowing you Bob." John walked out of his place of employment.
Later at an RV park.
He trailer has a padlock on it with a seal on it. John cussed looking at the large padlock. "This is going to far, no wonder half the countries in the world hate the USA. Well, two bucks say that my accounts are frozen, but those guys are in for a surprise." Said John getting into his 1970 Pontiac GTO judge.
John drove to a building at the end of the RV Park. He walked behind the building that housed the electrical meters. The human lifted a loose slab of concrete picking up a plastic bag; he chuckled looking at the stack of bills and a wallet. John removed his wallet from his pants removing the cash, placing it in the one he removed from the bag. He placed his old wallet on the ground placing the concrete slab on it. "Well, I am out of here. I am going to my cousin's place in Wyoming. My cousin was right, this country is evil, all I did was given that guy directions to Crater Lake Park." John said fingering the stacks of bills while walking to his car.
That evening over the skies of Seattle and the large coastal cities at the USA.
The incidents happen in less than two minutes. Bright yellow portals opened over the cities, silver colored craft exited the portals. The craft attacked buildings and the ground causing panic in the cities. Larger craft landed on the streets, and then columns of beings exited the craft shooting people that ran. In less than ten minutes civilization in the US collapsed in the large cities.
Next day Boise Idaho.
John grinned as he filled his car with gas. He heard what happen to the coastal cities. The human laughed when he heard the news from a truck driver. The truck driver looked like he was going to pound John, but John walked off. Both coasts were taken over; the only places unaffected were the central part of the US. Right now there's no leadership in the US, because the capital was taken over and the branches of the government was captured. John climbed into his car and drove away. "Well, it seems that things are running smoothly without big government looking over your shoulder. I still going to my cousin's place, if I wasn't accused of being a terrorist, I'll help this nation, but the US stabbed me in the back. This country can rot for all I care." He thought to himself as he drove on.
He cycled the radio stations; a station started playing Lenard Skynard's song Free Bird. John tapped his foot to the rhythm of the beat of the song. Then the song got interrupted, a voice said. "All ex-military personal report to the nearest military base. We sustain heavy loses in retaking our cities, this is mandatory. All ex-military personal report to the nearest military base...." John shut off the radio by putting in an audio cd.
"Fuck you; I am not helping this nation." John said steeping on the gas pedal making his car go faster. A craft flew overhead, John watched as it landed on the freeway a mile ahead of him. He applied the brakes on his car slowing it down, then a ramp lowered and he saw a couple of figures walking down the ramp. John stomped on the accelerator weaving around the craft. The craft took off again, flew ahead and landed on the freeway again. "I am going to teach these aliens the game of chicken." John said to himself as he made the car go faster. The craft stayed on the road, the car went faster heading toward it. The human looked at the dark gray craft. He saw a blue glow from the engine nacelles; to him it's a beautiful craft. The craft lifted off the freeway. "I win." John said aloud, but a white light hit his car.
His car went into the air and the engine stalled. John unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. He ran, something wrapped around his knees causing him to trip. John hit the grass and looked up. A figure stood near him, John saw a wolf looking at him. This stranger is humanoid in appearance, but it look if someone took a human structure by putting a wolf head and tail on the human body. The wolf grabbed John's head and stuck a needle in the back of his head, John felt something enter his brain, he looked at the wolf grinning, and he played a video game on the Nintendo gaming system. "Is your name Wolf O'Donnell?" He laughed.
The wolf looked at John. "I am familiar with your Earth gaming systems, no my name isn't Wolf O'Donnell. I am Nash; we have been supplying your governments with technology for the pass sixty years. How do you think you Americans landed on the moon back in 1969? Who gave Sony the technology to make the audio CD's, the same for the Apple corporation so you can have the I pod. We stayed hidden making deals with the Earth governments while you humans enjoyed the good life. Then last night a race of beings took over the coastal areas of your country. This morning we landed in the middle of the US to set up a base of operations. We also have a few more ships at different parts of the world. London, Berlin, Paris and Tokyo, plus some other places. Did you hear the radio broadcast earlier?" Asked the Wolf.
John looked at the wolf shrugging. "Ah, no, I was listening to Lynard Shynard on an audio CD."
The wolf grabbed John's right hand sticking it in a device. Nash looked at the readout, then his eyes widen. "You flew the F-117? I gave data to Lockheed Skunk works while the plane was being designed, plus I also gave data to Rockwell so the B-2 bomber can fly with only wing control surfaces." The wolf looked at John with a look. "Are you going to a military base?"
"No, I through helping this country, those beings can have our coastal cities. The Air Force took my favorite aircraft out of service, and then I was accused of being a terrorist." John told Nash what happened to him. The wolf listened to the human with interest.
Nash looked at John cocking his head. "I admit, I didn't like dealing with the US government, to much red tape. I gotten transferred to deal with the Japanese, they are friendlier. We can let the coasts of the US stay Killian control, but we signed a treaty with the UN, to help any nation in distress. John, we need pilots, you have two choices, either walk with me into my shuttle or I'll stun you and drag your unconscious body onboard."
John looked at his GTO sitting on its wheels undamaged, and then looked at Nash's craft parked on the side of the freeway. He looked at the dark gray craft; it looked around sixty feet long. The craft is shaped like a box tapered at the end with a large window for viewing the outside. The human examined the nacelles just barely touching the ground attached to a curved structures going into each side of the craft. John looked at his car, then at the craft and finally at Nash, who staring at him with green eyes. He noted that the wolf has a hand hovering over his gun. The human grinned at the wolf, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, thank you for not wrecking my car. I have no choice but to decline your offer, I won't take any orders from the US government. I am a civilian; this country's red-tape has left a bitter taste in my mouth. As of now, I am thru taking orders from the US." He waves at the wolf and walks away.
Nash looked at the human walking away from him with mixed thoughts, he sighed drawing his side arm shooting the departing human. The wolf walked up to the stunned human with sympathy "All right John, I don't blame you for the chip on your shoulder, but you can fly for us only. I'll give you my word as one warrior to another that you will only be taking orders from us. We will deal with the legality of this deal later. As of now, the lupen military will be confiscating your transport as leverage to keep you with us. By the way, nice car." The wolf picked up the human dragging him to the craft.
Inside Nash's craft.
John sat on the floor of the craft; he felt it lifted off the ground with a faint hum. A minute later Nash walked up to him with another anthro wolf. They checked him over for any ailments and left him sitting on the seat. He still couldn't move any of his limbs but only his head watching as another shuttle with a couple of anthro wolves parking his car into the craft. "Don't scratch that car; it still has the original orange paint job." The human shouted to the front of the shuttle.
Nash chuckled as the craft flew on.
Twenty minutes later, over the state of Kansas.
John is back of the cockpit looking out the windscreen, the effects of the stun are wearing off. He saw a large ship hovering in the middle of an opened area. The six mile long ship was parked so it was out of view from a major highway. The human studied the ship; to him it looked like Darth Vader's super star destroyer from the movie Star Wars Return of the Jedi. The human turned to Nash. "Did you ever watch the movies of Star Wars?"
Nash looked at John with a look that he was trying not to laugh. "Yes, I did, the reason it took so long for the movies to get released on VHS, was because of some legal reasons with us. My race thought it was funny that our mother ships were in a trilogy of movies."
John chuckled as the ship grew in size. He watched as their craft maneuvered into a large side opening. Nash's craft landed in the bay, and then the three wolves and human walked off the craft. The human looked at his surroundings examining the craft inside the bay. He saw small black craft parked inside the bay, and then snickered to himself when he got a closer look of the black craft. "They look like F-117's." The human thought to himself.
John is lead to a group of wolves. One wolfess walked up to Nash's group looking at John. "Well Nash, who's he?"
Nash looked at the female wolf shrugging. "A new recruit, he was a fighter pilot."
The wolfess looked at John. "All right, come with me. We'll get you settled and start training you on flying a black wing. My name is Aeris; I'll be your squadron commander."
John looked at the wolfess with dark brown head hair and firm 42 DD breasts that are large. "How did you beings got here so fast?"
Aeris chuckled. "Our ships have a drive that folds space creating an artificial worm hole. There are ten of these ships now at Earth. This one is the only one at the US continent; we do have squadrons of fighters from the US Air force and European countries. Some of them refused to help us, but they forfeit our protection. Now John, let's get you settled in."
"Oh Aeris, what does the Killian look like, plus where do they come from?" Asked John.
Aeris looked at John, and then sighed. "They look like humans, but the difference between them and the humans on the Earth is that they have eyes that are all black. They come from the other side of the universe; they use worm holes for traveling. They are abominations; they eat the flesh of other beings. They have been at Earth before, back in the Earth year 1947. Their crash landing also attracted our attention, that's why we have been keeping an eye on you Earthlings. The US government should not have kept us secret, if they let the public know about us, the humans would have put up a better fight."
John nodded as he followed Aeris down a passage asking. "What was that thing Nash stuck in the back of my head?"
Answering, Aeris answered. "An organic translating device so that you can understand our Language and writing."
One week later, over the skies over L.A. California.
John looker over to his right to Aeris, who is flying another Black wing. He grinned caressing the control stick. It has been three days since Aeris qualified him to fly the Black wing. The fighter plane is a dream to fly. The fighter goes hyper sonic, going over three thousand miles an hour. It's maneuvers like a humming bird. John knew that if he wasn't wearing a G-suit, the human will black out. "Now I know why I need wear this weird G-suit or I can't fly this plane. The violent maneuvers will cause me to black out." He thought to himself while caressing the control stick.
"John, we got five enemy craft inbound, weapons hot!" Yelled Aeris, through John's headset.
"Rodger Blackbird, weapons free. I am on your wing." Replied John as he flipped the master arm switch.
Aeris chuckled as she saw the Black wing follow her fighter. The wolfess downed one of the enemy fighters. She watched as John followed her to another fighter. "That's good, he follows orders. He has potential; I think I'll keep him as a wingman." Aeris downed another fighter, and then the sky went yellow. "Dam, that accursed beam weapon!"
John slapped his visor down from the light of the weapon. The Human watched as the beam destroyed L.A., and then went north. He watched in horror as the beam traveled north. "Blackbird, we got to stop this!" John yelled as the ocean pooled in the area.
"John form on me, we got to go to orbit. The weapon is space borne; it should be at low Erath orbit." Said Aeris as she pulled her fighter into a climb.
John followed Aeris into Earth orbit. The human watched as the sky changed color as he increased the speed of his fighter.
The weapon came into view as the fighters converge to it. It's cube shape with a tube sticking out at one of the sides. The deadly yellow beam is still emitting out of the side. John looked at the weapon with a sneer. "All right John, this weapon is the only one of it's kind. Nash told us it does have a weakness, a vent above that tube cools the focusing lenses. We got to use missiles at that area, so you got to back me up because I only have one and so do you." Said Aeris.
"All right Blackbird, I have your back. Lets finish this." Replied John as he followed his wing leader.
Aeris went to the weapon; the wolfess brought her Black wing to an attack. She lined up to release her missile to the weak spot. A few fighters interrupted the attack causing the missile to strike the above the vent. "Dam, it looks like you must do the attack." Aeris said to John as she attacked the fighters.
John cussed as he readied his fighter. He dove his fighter to the area, cussing. "I got to stop this weapon; some people will be upset of the damage. The fate of this mission depends on my aim, ah why me." The human thought to himself as the weapon grew in size. John's fighter lurched from weapons fire from a fighter, warning lights flashed. He saw on the schematic display that his fighter is badly damaged, but he keep his fighter leveled. The human yelled a Confederate battle cry as he released the missile. It went into the vent, and then the Black wing pulled away. The weapon exploded flinging debris in different directions. One piece hit John's fighter in the rear damaging it more.
Aeris watched as John's fighter trailed flames as it went into the atmosphere. She watched as John's fighter changed into a shooting star, then vanished. The wolfess let out a trail of curses, then looked at the West coast of the United States. Areis let out more curses as she looked at the west coast. The states on the west coast looked like someone took a knife and cut off half of the states. "Base this is Blackbird, the Killians used their weapon on the west coast. The damage is extensive; we lost one Black wing in destroying the weapon. We lost John when he destroyed the weapon." The wolfess said in her radio, she was upset in the lost of John. She liked the new fighter pilot, plus he has a lot of talent.
"Blackbird, this is base. Our condolences in your lost, return to base." Said the wolf on the other end.
Aeris looked at the debris from the weapon. She glared at the area, then set a course to base. The wolfess stewed in anger as her fighter buffered while entering the atmosphere. "The next I see a Killian, I am going to tear him, I mean it apart with my bare hands."
Later, hanger bay at lupine mother ship.
Aeris climbed out of her fighter in anger. She looked at her fighter; it suffered minor damage from the fight. The wolfess knew it will take a few hours before it was completely repaired. Aeris watched as her fighter is wheeled to the repair section of the hanger, then shrugged knowing that there's some paper work to fill out. "Unknown fighter inbound, ready defenses." Said the loud speaker in the hanger bay.
John's Black wing lurched again as he regained control of the fighter. One engine is out due to damage. The other is at fifty percent power, making an awful noise. The human grumbled as he banked to avoid the ships defenses, then the defenses stopped. "I am glad that I am a good pilot."
"All defenses stand down. The fighter is a Black wing." The loud speaker said. "Crash crew stand by."
Aeris watched as the damaged Black wing flew in the hanger bay. The fighter slammed down on the deck, the nose gear collapsed. The wolfess watched as the fighter screeched to a stop, the fire fighters put out the fire from the back. Aeris watched as the rescue teams opened the canopy pulling John out of the wrecked fighter. She ran to the fighter, but the rescue personal held her back as they put John on a stretcher. Aeris just watched as John wheeled to the medical bay. "I hope he's ok."
Nash walked up to her looking at the fighter. "What happened Aeris?" Asked the male wolf looking at Aeris's worried expression.
Aeris looked at Nash; she told what happened during the patrol. The wolfess explained that she ordered John to destroy the weapon and what happened. "I know being the commander of the air wing; I got to make hard decisions. I made one and I almost lost a pilot."
A hand touched her shoulder; Aeris turned seeing the captain of the mother ship looking at her. "I to got to make the bad decisions." The male wolf looked at the wrecked Black wing shaking his head. "I am going to visit your pilot. You're authorized to issue him a new fighter, I don't know if that one is repairable."
Aeris looked at John's Black wing resting on it's nose from the collapsed nose gear. A group of pilots gathered around examining the fighter the looked like it was attacked by a can opener. The wolfess shook her head walking to the medical wing. "How did that fighter stayed flying?" Said one of the wolves looking at the fighter.
Medical wing.
John lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. He suffered minor injuries from the crash landing. The human looked at the doctor examining him. The male wolf shook his head. "Your lucky John, I'll keep you here overnight for observation. You just have some bruises and scrapes; I would say you'll be flying in a couple of days."
"After wrecking my fighter, I don't know if Aeris or the captain of this ship will allow me to fly one of their fighters again." Laughed John looking at the wolf.
"Well John, you can fly with me at any time. I just found out you fighter is out of commission for a week. I have an extra one for your use till your fighter is repaired." Said Aeris walking to John's bed, she shook her head. "I thought you were dead, what happen?"
John grinned, sitting up. "After the weapon exploded, a piece hit the back of my fighter. I lost control of it; I had to put all available power to my shields. I had a choice between communications or surviving the trip thru the atmosphere. My radio quit working after I made it thru the atmosphere."
Aeris looked at the human in the bed with a few patches of skin gel covering cuts. She knew the human survived a baptism of fire on his first mission. This new pilot needed a calm reassuring voice to tell him that even thou he wrecked his fighter on his first combat mission. He needed some one to tell him it wasn't his fault. "Well John, I still want you to fly with me. You're a talented pilot to bring back a badly damaged fighter to base. Don't worry about the ship; the flight deck will be cleaned up in an hour. So John, rest for now and report to me tomorrow afternoon." The wolfess walked out of the medical wing. The ship's captain walked passed her with a grin.
Two weeks later, Black wing on patrol.
John grinned caressing the flight control of his fighter. This is the second mission since he got the fighter back from the repair shop. Aeris gave him the call sign Night stalker. "Night stalker, this is Blackbird. Our mission today is to intercept a squadron of F-22's flying to our ship. They're survivors from an air wing from California. The F-22's have a transponder; only we can pick the frequency."
John chuckled at the mention of his new call sign given to him by Aeris. The wing commander has been treating him real nicely since he destroyed the weapon. He found out the weapon is irreplaceable due to the lenses inside can't be made again. The mineral used in the construction can only be found on one planet. The lupen race holds the planet, plus the mineral is controlled by the civilized people of the galaxy. So the lenses can't be made by the mineral, because it has to be raw, plus the lupens treats the mineral so it can't be made in lenses. "Blackbird, what are we are going to do with those F-22's?"
"They are going to assist us in our fight, their air base was destroyed a couple of days ago. We're going to assume command of them. There isn't much command structure of the surviving military forces, plus the United States population is in an uproar over the damage to the West coast. The population also is mad at the countries that refuse to help the U.S., so we're popular with the public. I found out that a surviving gang member shot a Killian in LA, that's why the Killians tried to destroy the West coast. The public found out this story, so they are backing us, they also know about you." Replied Aeris to John.
John processed the information in silence. The human looked at the panels in front of him. He's glad that he is flying his regular fighter again. John looked ahead thru the windscreen at the blue sky. One of the LCD screens started showing nine blips. "Blackbird, this is Night stalker. I am showing nine blips heading toward us."
F-22 over Kansas.
Major Taylor gripped the control stick as he felt the anger in his gut. He and eight other F-22's are the survivors from the squadron that use to be in California. During a layover during a refueling, a group of helmeted figures gave him and his squadron mysterious injections in the necks. The human looked at the large gun metal gray ship hovering twenty miles ahead of them. A wingman started humming the theme from Star Wars. "Imperial star destroyer!" The radio circuit said.
"Cut the chatter, that ship is friendly. Take a look at our new base lads, one thing, treat these beings with respect. One other thing, they look like anthropomorphic wolves." Said Taylor watching as black specks speed toward them.
Black wing over Kansas.
John looked at the F-22s with interest. "My favorite fighter gotten retired so we can get more of those." He thought to himself, watching the fighters forming up to them. The human caressed the control stick fingering the trigger that would unleash weapons fire.
Taylor looked at the fighters now flying by them. He examined the black craft, it looked like the F-117 stealth fighter, but it has a more sleek and sharp appearance. "That craft is mean looking." Muttered the human.
"Enemy craft inbound, release the safeties on weapons." Said a voice on the radio circuit. Taylor grinned as he flipped some switches.
John grinned as he flipped some switches. He watched as indicators charged, then he followed Aeris as the wolfess attack a silver colored craft. The human watched an F-22 shoot down an enemy craft, then watched in horror as a silver craft headed to the F-22. John banked and destroyed the craft.
Taylor watched as a black craft destroyed an enemy craft that threaten one of his wingmen. He watched as the black craft do a snap maneuver, then an aileron roll and dropped altitude. "I have seen that maneuver before." Said a wingman on the radio.
"So did I." Replied Taylor looking at the black craft maneuvering back to his wing. He remembered a Major who use to be a leader of his when he flew the F-117. The Major resigned when the F-117 was retired, Taylor decided to train to fly the F-22. "Is that you Major Drake?" He whispered to himself.
The fighters landed in the large ship. The humans walked up to the black fighters, they are surprised when they saw female wolves removed their helmets. One with dark brown head hair walked up to the humans. "I am Aeris, will you follow us to some quarters."
Taylor looked at the human with brown head hair climbed out of the craft that saved one of his squadron mates. He went to him, but the female wolf blocked him. "He's a member of our military. We had to make a deal in order for him to serve us." Said the female wolf. He nodded and followed Aeris to their new living quarters.
Later.
Taylor walked around the large ship examining his surroundings. While passing some state rooms, he heard some music being played. The human recognized Cream's song: In the White Room. A male is humming the song; Taylor followed the noise to an opened room. He saw John sitting in the stateroom relaxing. A dark gray pyramid three inches tall with silver small buttons is playing the music. The human pushed a button turning off the device.
John looked at him grinning. "A micro CD-player, the lupens were going to give Sony the designs in a couple of years." The human shows Taylor a disk size of a quarter. "One of these can hold the information of six Blue-ray disks." He said putting down the disk.
"What are you doing here Major Drake?" Asked Taylor looking at his formal CO.
The human looked at the ceiling for a minute, and then looked at him still grinning. "Enjoying my new career in the lupen military. I made a lot of powerful friends on this ship, saved this ship eight times from getting damaged, plus I saved my squadron leader a few times from getting shot down."
"What happen to you John? I thought you'll be flying airliner for an airline." Replied Taylor looking at the human.
The human laughed. "After I resigned my commission, I went looking for work. The airlines weren't hiring pilots. I tried to get back in the Air Force, but I would have lost a pay grade and spent the rest of my career flying a desk or pouring coffee for a General, plus being his driver. So I ended up driving a tour bus in Washington State."
Taylor looked at his best friend. "Well, how did you escaped from Washington, half the state is gone and under occupation."
"Sit down Taylor." John gestures to a chair near him. "I am going to tell you a story of what happened to me in the last four weeks." He told Taylor about giving guy directions to a park, then the imprisonment and losing the tour bus driving job. Taylor got angry when he found out when John lost his home. "That sums it all up, I lost everything, plus my goat is being held hostage." Said John to Taylor.
Taylor was in shock, he knew John would not help the enemy. The human knew John lost his father at the Pentagon on 9/11 and his sister, mother and wife on the airliner that crashed into the south tower at the World Trade center. "I can't believe the government thought you were a traitor, after you lost your family on that day. I don't blame you for refusing to help after the attack after the government accuses you of being friends with a terrorist."
The human laughed again. "Look what being angry and being stubborn got me! Our hosts stunned me and impounded my GTO, a numbers matching 1970 Judge. I hope that these wolves didn't scratch it when they put it in that shuttle of theirs. You know that my dad gave me that car when I got my commission."
Taylor nodded as John finally calmed down and relax. He saw his friend grabbed a remote, and then pushed a button. The human walked to a panel examining the picture. He saw the states on the east coast marked in red and the west coast states too marked in red. Taylor saw the anger on Johns' face as he looked at the west coast states. What he saw made his blood run cold; half of Washington, Oregon and California were gone. It looked like some one took a large knife and ran it down the middle of the states. Washington State lost the peninsula; the Puget Sound is now opened to the Pacific Ocean. "What did that?" Asked Taylor in a shocked tone, looking at the severely damaged west coast.
John looked at him. "An energy beam weapon. They did that to the west coast two weeks ago. It was done because they didn't like the peninsula at Washington State, plus a survivor in LA shot one of their foot soldiers. They can't use that weapon anymore because I destroyed it, plus they can't build another one due to that we hold the planet that has the minerals needed to make a focusing lens. Don't worry, Earth doesn't have the minerals for that weapon, they're shit out of luck. Taylor better see to your men, we're going to attack them in the morning."
"Ok, see you in the morning John." Said Taylor walking out the stateroom, then the music started playing again. He smiled walking to his squadron staterooms, when he walked into his stateroom, Guy walked to him. "Bud, John is not happy with the government at the moment."
Guy looked at Taylor. "What happen to him?"
Taylor told his wingman what happen to John in the last few weeks. "That's it all in a nutshell." Then he went to his rack.
Guy watched as Taylor fell asleep. "Yeah, don't blame him for not wanting to serve, I would of done the same thing." He crawls in his rack falling asleep.
The next morning, briefing room.
John sat in his assigned chair looking at the podium at the front of the room. Aeris walked to it grabbing the sides of it. The wolfess looked at the pilots in the room, then lowered her head staring at the podium for a second mouthing something, then looked up. "Ok, if you don't know, we have nine new pilots who showed up yesterday. Major Taylor of the 897th fighter wing from LA. They spent the last two days getting here. Our techs spent all night modifying their fighters so they can keep up with Black wings, but." She looked at the humans. "Don't try any aggressive maneuvers while going that speed or you'll black out. We're going to Reno Nevada; the Killians are trying to set up another portal at the Nevada state line. Our mission today is to destroy a base under construction, plus secure the area. The ship that use to be over Paris France is going to park itself near Dallas Texas, but that is going to happen tomorrow." A hand went up from a member of Taylor's squadron, Aeris nodded.
"Mam, aren't the French helping out?" Asked the human.
Aeris sighed gripping the edges of the podium. "No, for some reason they refuse to help the USA. That's why we're moving the ship to Dallas Texas. The ship has been in transit since this morning, we can't fly it over the east coast because it will get attacked, so it has to fly over Greenland and thru Canada. So, if everything goes smooth today and tomorrow, we can concentrate on freeing the west coast and the other ship can work on the east coast. One other thing, we have made contact with a member of the FBI. He's near Reno Nevada, we need to find him." Said the vixen showing a picture of the man.
Taylor heard muttered cussing near him. He looked over seeing his formal CO having that furious look on his face. The last time Taylor saw that look was on Sept of 2001 when John found out that his whole family was killed. The human examined John; He's wearing a green and black one piece outfit that's sleeveless showing his muscular arms. The outfit is also skin tight; Taylor saw his six-pack muscle pattern on his abdomen. The male human saw John still doing that look of hate. Taylor chuckled noting that John had his feet resting on the back of the seat in front of him, lucky the seat is unoccupied. "What is with that picture?" He thought to himself.
Two hours later, over Reno Nevada.
John cussed to himself as he flew his Black wing looking at the barren landscape. The human grabbed the flight stick resting a finger over trigger, but he knew noting would happen because the master arm switch is off. "How did that SOB survived the attack on Earth? Aeris better deal with him, if I got near him, something might happen to him."
Black wing near John's.
Aeris looked at the Black wing flying near her, the wolfess shook her head. She was wondering why John is not talking on the radio circuit. Her wing mate usually talks up a storm while flying a mission. "Maybe he's not feeling well, or he might be nervous about this mission."
F-22 flying near John's Black wing.
Taylor maneuvered his F-22 close to John's Black wing. He saw John looking at him; the human did a hand signal to him. He cycled radio channels till he heard his voice.
"Night wing, if we pick up that guy, better keep an eye on him. That is the bastard who ruined my life. So keep me away from him ok?" Said John's voice.
"No problem old friend, he better stay away from me to. To me, you were like an older brother to me. He messed with you, meaning he messed with me, we're family." Said Taylor on his radio.
John laughed. "Yeah, you're my only surviving family Night wing."
Later at over the skies of Reno.
The attack against the Killian was long and destructive. The portal machinery was destroyed, plus one Black wing was damaged and had to head to base. Taylor watched as the black fighter flew east trailing smoke from an engine. He shook his head and looked at the landscape, the place is smoking. Areis landed on the base with John.
Taylor watched from his fighter as the wolves looked around, then he saw a man walked up to them. He saw John walk away keeping a distance never leaving his gaze from the man. "Don't do anything stupid, John."
Few minutes later a shuttle landed on the ruin base. Five wolves walked out and escorted the man onto the shuttle. Then they headed back to the base ship.
Base ship at night.
That night, John walked down a passageway. The human found out Taylor is busy and he couldn't play a game of cards tonight, due to his friend being on watch. So the human went to walk around the ship. "Why was that guy was near that base?" He thought to himself as he walked the main passageway of the ship.
He didn't get a chance to do that walk. Aeris stopped him by grabbing his arm. The wolfess looked at him with her emerald colored eyes. "Care to join me in my stateroom?"
Mixed emotions went thru his mind while looking at his squadron leader. "I just don't know what to do..." His voice trailed off.
Areis gently grabbed his chin looking at him gazing at him over looking at his hurt expression. She heard what happened to his family on that day of Sept 11, 2001. "Come with me, you been hurting for to long of time. It's time to bury the pass and live again instead of living with guilt." The wolfess leads him to her stateroom.
John is lead to Aeris's stateroom listening to the door shut. He watched as the wolfess turned to him looking him over. "So, what do you want to..." The humans' question is cut off by Aeris's finger touching his lips.
She looked at him with her dark green eyes. "Now Major, I want to see the real you. You're a really talented pilot and in the pass few weeks I started to have feelings for you. Now is the time to bury your painful past and start a new life. I seen personal going thru the same pain as you, but they gotten over it. But I am going to cure you a different way." The wolfess gently pushed him on the rack.
With a voice that refuses to work, John is watching Aeris removed her uniform revealing her athletic body. He looked at the different shades of gray of her pelt with a type of gray top covering her large breasts. "So, I take it that you had these feelings for me for awhile and having no problems that I am human?" The human asked her when his voice finally decided to work.
She looked at him calmly finishing removing her clothing and climbed on to his body. "As you noticed, a lot of the crewmembers are female and I have no male friend. I want you to become a close friend of mine. So obey this order and remove your uniform Major, please." Aeris ordered the human male under her.
John nodded and removed his clothing after the wolfess got off him. He lay back on the rack and she got back on him running her hands on his body. Stroking her long pelt, the human felt Aeris strong fingers fondled his erect member and watching her lowering her hips onto him. John watched as his member slid inside the wolfess's labia lips.
Aeris hugged the human to her feeling him tremble and feeling a strange breathing pattern from him. She felt wetness on her breasts and saw John moving his head. The wolfess decided not to talk to him or touch him deciding just let him have his moment of grief.
"I am sorry, it just hit me. Just never gotten over in losing her. She was three months pregnant when she was murdered. I was at Bosnia when it happened." John said a minute later finally looking at her.
She looked at his redden light green eyes that are wet from tears and bloodshot. The wolfess laid his chin on her breasts stroking his light brown hair. "Its alright John, let it out and let the healing start." Aeris said to the human in a gentle tone giving him a kiss.
John relaxed and returned her kiss. He looked up to the wolfess admiring her long muzzle and eyes framed by dark brown head hair. The human stuffed his face in her cleavage feeling the fur on his face.
Areis ran her hands feeling Johns' muscular body feeling his smooth skin. She still did the reciprocating motion feeling his member inside her. The wolfess howled as she orgasm.
Sitting back, the human examined Aeris's body. He looked at the large firm breasts with pink nipples poking thru the gray fur. John ran his hands on them feeling the firm tissue and ran his fingers thru the thick ruff above the cleavage. The human ran his hands lower feeling her six pack muscle pattern and looked down to her pubic area seeing his member wrapped in pink labia lips.
She smiled feeling his hands roam all over her body. The wolfess moaned when she felt him suck and lick her nipples on her breasts. Aeris felt him spasm and yell feeling his seed splash inside her depths.
John panted hugging her to feel her body. He looked at her eyes and stroked her hair and lay on the rack looking at her body.
She lay on his body pressing her breasts on him causing his soften organ to go erect again. The wolfess grins at him. "So lover, do you want to go to my home world when this is over?" Aeris asked him contracting her vaginal muscles.
He nodded hugging her body and kissing the wolfess on the side of the muzzle.
That night in a fighter bay.
The figure walked to a Black wing placing a device inside a compartment. He didn't like seeing the human named John being with the lupens. Trying to get the human put in the brig didn't achieve any results. One of the wolves named Aeris told him to leave the hanger bay or he himself will be put in the brig. So he decided to take care of John himself.
Next morning Aeris's stateroom.
Aeris woke up to a hand stroking her. She stared at the light green eyes looking her. The wolfess looked at the human lying naked by her. To her he's beautiful; the hairless skinny body with a slight muscular build. Aeris looked at his chest and she played with one of his nips and then she ran a hand on his abdomen feeling the hard muscle. "Well, I know in a few hours, you'll be near the remains of Seattle. Does the mission bother you?"
John shook his head. "No, all I got to do is patrol that area till the other ship shows up. After it shows up, I'll be back. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Aeris grinned, and then gave him a kiss. "I enjoyed my experience with you, plus I want to do it again soon."
John sighed looking at Aeris. "I am looking forward to it." He relaxed when Aeris nodded and gave him another kiss.
Aeris watched as John dressed himself, she was glad the human did it slow for her. He winked at her, and then left waving at her. "I'll keep it to myself; he's the best looking human on this ship." The wolfess took a whiff of herself and her bedding inhaling his scent. "I love his smell, a sweaty manly smell." She gets dressed grinning already looking forward of having the human in her bed again.
A couple of hour's later security booth at the hanger bay.
Nash watched the monitors while replaying last night's recordings. During the viewing he saw an image walks to John's fighter, place something in it. He enhances the image seeing a human. Taylor walked in seeing Nash watching the replay. "That's the FBI guy Aeris picked up."
The wolf turned around looking at the human. He knew that Taylor was under command of John when he was a member of the USAF. "I got to recall John; he did something to his fighter." The he saw Taylor's face redden to a sneer.
"John Drake is like a brother to me. What did that guy do to his fighter?" Said Taylor with anger.
"I don't know, I got to recall him and get this guy put into custody." Said Nash looking at Taylor.
Taylor told Nash what the guy did to John. The human noted Nash starting to snarl. "I better get a hold of him." The wolf walked out of the room, Taylor looked at the image with a look of hate.
Black wing over Seattle.
John looked at the ruined city not making a sound. The only sound was the hum of the engines of his fighter. The city is ruined; the Space needle is lying on the ground. The piers of Seattle are collapsed into the Puget Sound. Alaska way viaduct is crumbled onto the city streets. John looked out into the ocean, instead of the mountains of the Olympic peninsula, she saw the open ocean. The human saw silver ships of the Killian flying around. He knew they can't see his fighter, because of the cloaking device. "John, this is Nash, head back to base. Someone you don't trust was seen doing something to your fighter." Said the radio set.
"I am heading back to base Nash. There's nothing going on at the moment." John said as he turned his fighter. Then the fighter shuddered from an internal explosion. All the screens went blank and the noise went away. The Killian ships went to his fighter firing at him. The human piloted his fighter to the ground cussing the government agent. "He better not be on the base ship when I get back." As the fighter crashed onto the ground.
Base ship.
A force of twenty wolves with one human walked the corridors of the ship. Taylor is mad as he followed the wolves. "I am going to kill that guy with my bare hands." He muttered to himself.
"Don't worry human, if we see him, he might get accidentally shot. I owe that human my life." Said a wolfess walking near him.
Taylor chuckled as they walked the corridor. They didn't find the government guy; the captain of the base ship had every square inch of the ship searched. But he wasn't found, it was like he disappeared.
Seattle remains of a Black wing.
John unbuckled himself from his fighter. The human crawled out of the wreckage looking around. He sneered at the sight of the ruined city. The city seemed lifeless without people walking around. "I better head north to Everett. I hope there's a vehicle working, an airplane will be a plus." John thought to himself as he set the self destruct on the fighter and ran away from the wreckage. The human glanced at the fighter with sadness as the charges destroyed the fighter beyond repair and made sure the cloaking system is destroyed, the Black wing served him well. It got him out of a few scrapes, but it sickens him that it was brought down by a cowardly act of sabotage. "I swear, that bastard who brought you down is going to pay for what he did to you." He said to the fighter as the charges continued to go off and he ran off.
Two days later, near Paine field.
The human walked quietly around the airfield using his evasion skills. He is down to wearing a pair of shorts and a to small of shirt without sleeves. John spent a good portion of the day checking privately owned aircraft. The human found a Cessna 172 parked near a hanger. The only thing he found wrong with it was that it needed fuel, so the human went around finding a fuel truck to fuel the plane.
The government guy walked around a hanger bumping into a human. Before he could act, a fist hit him knocking on the ground. "What do you have against me?" Said a male voice. He looked up seeing the human John glaring at him.
"You're an enemy to my people because you are friends to a terrorist." He said looking at the muscular human standing up. The man noted his muscular build, with the six pack pattern on his abdomen and his muscular arms. He sneered at him because; he knew John had sexual intercourse with a female lupen. "I count you as a freak, because you are in love with a female lupen." The government man didn't make another sound as John punched him out. He looked up to the human looking down at him.
John kicked the agent at the ribcage. "For my father!" Another kick. "My Mother!" A third kick. "My sister." A fourth kick. "My wife and unborn child!" A final kick. "My job and fighter!"
The last thing the agent saw was the human tossing a large piece of wreckage at him. Mercy was kind to him, it was quick and painless.
John walked to the body spitting on him, he removed the dark sunglasses. One of the eye balls was out of his skull, but something was wrong. The human removed a lens and gasped. The eye ball is all black. "Killian, how did he end up on the planet before the attack? I better get back to a ship and notify the wolves about this, plus any surviving government officials." He took some pictures of the body, and then he found a fuel truck and fueled the plane. The human checked the Cessna and started the engine. John grinned as the airplane took off from the field.
Hours later.
John shivered as the Cessna flew in eastern direction. He finally relaxed knowing that he's safe for now. The human sighed remembering what he did to the government agent, but he downed a bunch of Killian fighters. But the taking some ones life in front of him was different then shooting down an enemy fighter and dropping bombs. "He was the enemy, plus he tried to kill me. How many people did he kill himself?" John thought to himself as he turned on his distress beacon.
Two hours later a bright light illuminated the sky around him. The Cessna vibrated as it got drawn into a base ship. John grinned as he shut off the aircraft's engine. Aeris walked up to him after he exited the aircraft. The commander looked at John's out fit, and then grinned. "You really had us worried, well I have good news. We just received fifteen new Black wings; I reserved one for your use."
John nodded, then he showed Aeris the pictures of the government agent. Aeris snarled while examining the photos. "I was told by Nash that he sabotaged my fighter, plus he was calling me his enemy and a freak because I have feelings for you." He said to the wolfess.
Aeris looked at John with a serious look. "I don't think you're a freak, you have every right to choose who you show feelings for. You know our race has been around for a very long time. The Killians has only been around for a short while. To us, they are nothing bunch of immature brats, the humans have hope, but with us guiding them, they will mature. I am not upset of what you done to a Killian, if I had any say so, I'll be pinning a medal on you. Go get some rest; we'll talk in the morning." The wolfess watched as John walked out of the hanger.
John walked pass Taylor's stateroom hearing him snoring. He shook his head as he changed direction to Aeris's stateroom. The wolfess hugged him stroking him. "Aeris, I think I better bathe."
Aeris gave John a kiss looking at his light green eyes. "I'll let you bathe, only if I can join you." She grinned as John removed his shirt and shorts. The wolfess looked at hairless torso admiring his trimmed body. The human did a come here gesture with a finger, then walked into the shower area. Aeris grinned, then followed him into the shower.
She embraced him stroking his smooth skin, feeling his body pressed on her muscular body. Then she released him, the wolfess looked at him as he looked at her over. Aeris watched as his penis goes erect. She grabbed him; Aeris felt his penis enter her vaginal canal. She leaned against the shower wall as the human has sex with her. Aeris sighed stroking John. "Dam, I love holding this human and being with him." As she relaxed in his embrace.
That night near lunar orbit.
The large Killian ship exited a worm hole miles away from the moon. It sat motionless for a moment; then it pivoted bringing its front to the lunar body. A large beam hit the moon cracking it half and the two pieces drifted apart, but the pieces only went apart a little distance. The ship just sat near the remains of the moon waiting.
Hours later, near the moon.
John sat in his new fighter cussing to himself as he looked at the screens. The human inhaled the scent of the new fighter smelling new gel for the seat and the other scents of the electronics. His night with Aeris was interrupted by the ships' alarms and a scramble order was issued. He was guided to this Black wing after issued a new G-suit. John moved himself in the seat adjusting the contour of the seat and scratched himself due to the stiffness of the material of the new G-suit.
Aeris's soft voice went on the radio. "Night stalker, our target is a K class battleship. Our mother ship is now getting into orbit to join the fight. It has to leave the atmosphere slowly or the it's mass will cause problems with the weather pattern in the area. We will keep it at bay till the mother ship shows up. Then we got to get out of here, the defense weapons are nothing compared to the offensive weapons."
John nodded looking at the large ship in the distance glaring at it. He fingered the trigger on the control stick feeling a ridge that wasn't on his other fighter due to this one having less than two hours of flying time. The human knew this fighter is a virgin, the term fighter pilots use on a fighter that hasn't killed another craft. "So, how many of these battleships does the Killians have?" John asked Aeris.
"This is the only one left. Our main objective is to keep it firing at us so to keep that main weapon from charging. That's the only weapon that can destroy one of our mother ships." Aeris said to him.
John maneuvered his fighter doing stunts as he flew between the halves of the moon. He saw Aeris doing the same avoiding debris of the moon. The human saw shapes exiting the ship. "Blackbird, we have incoming!"
"Night stalker, form on me." The wolfess said on the radio. She streaked toward the swarm of fighters.
John rolled his fighter turning on the master arm switch. He lined up his fighter getting a bead on a craft getting behind Aeris. The human yelled a rebel yell as he destroyed the Killian fighter. "Just popped her cherry." John muttered to himself forming on Aeris.
"What was that?" Aeris asked him.
"I'll explain later." John said to his commander watching his lover destroying another enemy craft. He looked over to the front of the battleship seeing a large gun glowing as if it's charging. The human banked his fighter to draw a bead to put the gun out of commission.
"Night stalker, watch out!" Aeris said to him.
John pushed a button to launch a missile. He watched as it detonated and the blast wave hit his fighter. He wrestled the controls steadying it's course. The human got on Aeris's wing seeing her helmeted head looking at him. "Sorry John, the ship is still in one piece." The wolfess said to him.
Aeris looked at Johns' fighter sighing seeing a few damaged areas on the new fighter that was delivered this morning. The wolfess shook her head and saw the mother ship coming in view. "All craft get clear!" She shouted on the radio circuit.
John followed Aeris as she and the other fighters got away from the Killian battleship. He knew it was no contest due to the lupen ship being twenty times the size of the Killian battleship. The human watched as large laser bolts started to strike the enemy ship. Then four large metal cigar shapes streaked out of the lupen mother ship striking the Killian ship. A flash of brilliant white light, the Killian battleship was no more. "It's like those torpedoes were nuclear." John whispered to himself.
"Matter and antimatter charge John; those are the only weapons that can destroy one of their ships." Aeris said to him. "Lets return to base."
The human nodded following Aeris to the ship that is turning back to Earth. He looked at the light dissipating with nothing left of the battleship that split the moon in two.
The next day, landing pad at Kansas.
John stepped off the shuttle walking next to Nash. The wolf tossed him a set of keys to him. "Here, not a scratch on it."
The human caught them looking at his friend. "Thanks, I decided to stay with your race for personal reasons." He said to the wolf seeing the orange colored GTO parked nearby noting that it has been polished. Leaning against the car is Aeris wearing a green tight one piece swimsuit gazing at him.
Nash nodded seeing Aeris getting in the passenger area of the car. "Enjoy the day off, because we still have some work to do. I got to talk to the temporary government about what happened to the moon. We're setting up some force fields to keep those pieces close. It will never be one piece ever again, all what we can do is to keep those pieces close so you can keep the tides in cycle."
John nodded and started the car listening to the engine rumble. He looked over to Nash grinning. "Thanks for everything; I hope we don't make the same mistakes again."
Nash nodded to John placing his hands on the doorsill. "It was Aeris who helped you; don't worry about your race. We will keep an eye on things so you humans can reach your potential. There are wonders in the universe and soon you'll be seeing them." He lets go of the doorsill watching as the GTO drove away.
Epilogue six months later.
John stared out of the bridge window as the ship lifted away from the Earth. He felt an arm go around his shoulders. The human looked at the wolfess smiling at him. Aeris asked him to be her mate and he accepted. Taylor ended up being the mate of another female pilot in John's squadron, seems he preferred her for some reason. John and Taylor are still friends. The Killian was finally driven off the Earth. The race of wolves is now helping the United States rebuild itself. There were two hundred Killians in the high parts in the government. They were captured and executed. The wolves developed a way of finding them with a device. New elections were held to get new leadership in Washington D.C.
There are still some base ships on Earth, right now John and Aeris are heading to their home world. Aeris is taking a month off from Earth, she and John are going to their honeymoon. John relaxed laying his head on Aeris's shoulder as the ship folded space. Aeris stroked John's hair looking out of the window of the wormhole forming.
THE END
Afterword: This was the original script for Furry Encounters, I did the rework on this piece because a few friends of mine wanted it posted on this site. I had to change the anthropomorphic cast from foxes to wolves and tweak a few things. If this story seems I am repeating ideas, I am not. I'll repeat it a third time, This was the original plot for Furry Encounters. The reason I scrapped this, I changed my mind and made Furry Encounters a multiple chapter story. Still, I hope the wolf fans like this. RAVEN FOX:)