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The adventures of Lisa the vixen: Got to save the Earth by Raven Fox; The LSS Night wing flies to Earth to stop the LSS Nasal. The Nasal is parked over New York City using the city as a shield. The LSS Night being an older ship can't fly in the Earths atmosphere. So Lisa has to fly her fighter to the LSS Nasal to force back into space or destroy it. She gets help from a couple of old friends.

Hill Air base Utah

Major Bill Dawson is sitting at the pilots lounge upset. "What do you mean his brain is missing?" He said to a airman.

The airman looked at the major with red hair and blue eyes. Major Dawson is really a red head; he has the fiery temper to go with his red hair. "Sir, that's what my friend in medical, said when they did the examination of Major Smith's body, plus some of his muscle mass was missing to with his eyes." Said the airman.

"Well he was burned alive airman!" Yelled Dawson.

"Sir, there should have been at least some remains of the missing organs. Maybe my friend got some weird info about the muscle mass." The airman said.

Dawson was about to say something when a siren went off. "All pilots scramble." The PA blared.

"We'll talk more of this later airman. This must be a drill." Dawson runs to his fighter. He climbs into his F-22 raptor and powers it up.

High Earth orbit LSS Night wing

"Where are you traitor?" Hissed Admiral Song sitting at the bridge of the Night wing. He growled to himself as he saw the remains of the LSS Arrow.

"Sir, there are no survivors and no life pods, just the debris of the life pods." Said a bobcat at the scanning station.

Song hisses again unsheathing his claws scratching the arm rests. "They should have sent a heavily armed cruiser instead of a scout ship. Stevenson, Graypaw, go to the ready room. Carlson, you have the con. Stay at high orbit for now." He stands up and walks to the ready room.

Ready room LSS Night wing

Lisa and Stevenson looked at each saying nothing. Stevenson saw the worried look on Lisa. He has grown to like the vixen that's the mix of a human male and a vixen of Vulpine prime. Lisa looked like a regular vixen with the coloring of a fox. The features that made her different are a muscular build and larger breasts. The unique feature on her, each eye is the mixture of blue green, plus her dark red head hair has light brown high lights. Lisa's main position on the ship is a fighter pilot or shuttle pilot. When ship is at stand down she stands bridge watch.

Admiral Song walked in; he looked at both Lisa and Stevenson. "What I am about to tell you never leaves this room. You know I was part of the design team on the Voyager class cruiser. When they built that class of ship they accidentally put a flaw in that ship. The designers put to small of shield generators on the backside of the ship between the nacelles."

"Sir, isn't there a few laser cannons in that area?" Asked Stevenson.

Song nodded. "Yes there is, but dive straight down, like Lisa would say a dive bomber attack. The laser cannons can't aim if you are doing that type of attack. Lisa, in order to overload the generators you got to concentrate your fire at a three foot square area. With luck Caine will surrender of we got to destroy the Nasal. After that life will change forever on Earth. We weren't planning on contacting Earth for another one hundred years because the humans weren't ready. Now thanks to Caine the people of Earth knows theirs life in the universe and they think the life out there is hostile. We got a lot of damage control, but we have a plan in case of something like this." He looks over to Lisa. "Don't worry Lisa, we'll straighten this out. Plus we will repair any damage he caused; I know we can't replace any lives he takes."

"I know sir." Said Lisa looking at the older male tiger.

Song claps his hands together. "Alright let's stop that traitor and save the Earth. Remember this meeting is classified, don't talk about this."

Hill air base Utah

Major Dawson is looking at a strange looking fighter that crashed on the runway. He watched as the medical personal removed the body from the craft. Dawson noted the long tail on the humanoid figure. He sucked his breath in when the helmet came off. The body has the head of a type of cat, like a cougar. "Oh man, it's a Kilrathi like in the game Wing Commander." Said an SSgt looking at the feline head.

"You're so right SSgt; I like the game better than the movie. I am glad these fighters don't have shields like that big ship parked over New York City." Said Dawson as he watched a kill score get painted on his F-22.

"Major, be careful with your fighter. It seems the F-22 is the only fighter that can out maneuver these fighters." Said a colonel looking at the body being loaded in an aid car.

"Sir, I wished Major Smith was still with us. He would have been a valuable pilot in this conflict." Said Dawson looking at the colonel.

"Me to Dawson, it took a crack on a turbine blade to kill a good pilot." The colonel said, and then he walked off to his office.

"No sir, it was a bastard setting him on fire that killed him." Dawson thought to himself as he walked to the ready room. He looked at the memorial wall that has Vance's picture added to it. "Vance my brother, I wish you're flying my wing now. Washington D.C. is no more, it's just a blacken crater." Dawson shakes his head and walks off.

Bridge LSS Night wing

"Sir, the LSS Nasal is parked over New York city." Said the fox at the scanning station. "Oh no, admiral a wave of fighters are heading toward Salt Lake city."

Song looks at Lisa. "You know what you got to do Lisa. Take them out!"

"Yes sir!" Lisa said as she runs to the hanger deck.

Hanger Deck LSS Night wing

Lisa climbs into her fighter; the craft looked like ones from the TV series Buck Rodgers. She powered it up flew it towards the Earth. Lisa grinned as the fire storm enveloped her fighter as the craft flew in to the atmosphere. There are two fighters with her both piloted by foxes. The craft flew towards Utah.

Hill air base Utah

"All fighters scramble. A group of enemy fighters are heading toward Salt Lake city." The PA blared.

Major Dawson climbs into his fighter. "Dam cats, no one is going to destroy that city."

A while later he and his wing intercepted the fighters and started fighting them.

Skies over Utah

"Lisa be careful, a wave of Earth fighters intercepted the fighters from the Nasal." Admiral Song Said in her headset.

"Sir should I try contacting the Earth fighters? We can use any help from them." Lisa asked.

The headset is silent for a moment. "OK, if fired on get away from them."

"Yes sir, thank you." She replied.

"Be careful, if it's gets to bad pull up and don't engage them." Said Song.

Lisa's air wing flew at the dog fight going on. They destroyed the fighters from the Nasal, but the F-22's started to engage the fighters from the Night wing.

"All craft out maneuver them and use your speed against them. I'll try contacting the flight leader." Lisa said to her fighters. "Well, well, it's Major Dawson. My little brother." She said to herself as she flew towards the F-22.

Major Dawson grinned to himself as he engaged the strange fighter. "Dam this pilot is good. Crap, this pilot flies like a pro, good I need a challenge." He gets the fighter in front of him, and then it rolls to the right and pulls up. "Shit, it's behind me, dam." Dawson didn't get destroyed. The sky darkens and he looks up. The fighter's canopy is almost touching his. The figure waves to him and shakes it head and doing a no, no gesture with a finger. The fighter disappears and it pulls aside him. The other pilot looks at him and lifts its visor and does a hand gesture to Dawson. He nodded. "All craft disengage these fighters are friendly." Dawson looked at the other pilot. The pilot is doing another hand gesture. He resets his radio channel.

"Bill, I thought I taught you better. You need to control your anger." A voice said in his headset.

Dawson's blood runs cold as he looked at the other pilot looking at him with blue green eyes. "Can't be, he was burned to death." He said to himself, and then remembers the talk with the airman earlier when he was told Vance's brain was missing.

"Bro, what happen to you? You sound like a woman." He said to the other pilot.

"Long story man, I'll tell you later. But don't mention it to any body. Vance died in the desert at Iraq. We need your help with a serious problem, I need a good pilot and I am looking at him now." Said the other pilot.

"Alright, we'll call a truce. What is going on here is Earth being invaded?" Asked Dawson.

"No my friend, a renegade ship's captain from my new home wants the earth to himself. My ship can't fly in Earths atmosphere because it's an older one. We can't use some of our weapons in Earth's atmosphere because of collateral damage to civilians." The other pilot said.

"Alright my friend, your secret is safe with me. What do I call you now Vance?" Bill asked the other pilot.

"Lisa or Commander Greypaw. Remember, Vance died in the desert. I'll tell you the story later. Let me reset the radio to the right setting so we won't get shot down when we approach Hill air base. Thanks for your future help." Said Lisa.

"Thanks for not shooting me down commander." Said Dawson as the radios get reset.

Hill air base Utah

Colonel Jackson watched as the F-22's landed at the base. He shook his head as three strange looking fighters hovered to the ground. Ladders are wheeled up to the alien fighters and the figures wearing a light blue exited the fighters. Jackson watched as Major Dawson walked up to one and stood still after the helmet was removed.

After Bill landed his fighter and got out of it. He watched as the trio of alien fighters does a VTOL landing like the harrier jet. Bill walked up to a certain one after a ladder is wheeled to it. He watched a female shaped humanoid climbed down the ladder and walked up to him. Bill looked at the figure wearing a light blue jumpsuit hugging a muscular body. He noted the bushy tail and watched as the figure removed its helmet. Bill saw a fox vixen looking at him with the blue green eyes he saw earlier.

"Commander Greypaw I assume." He said.

"Yep" Lisa replied.

Colonel Jackson walked up to them. He looked Lisa over and shook his head. "I liked cats, how come they are trying to take over the Earth?"

Lisa sighed and told the story of what's going on. It took a while. "In other words sir, its one ship's captain. One ship only, he thinks he can take over the Earth with his ship. You guys have the ability to disable or destroy that ship."

"We can't fire nukes around New York. That city suffered at Sept 11, 2001." Said Jackson.

"You don't need nukes." She looks around then whispers. "This is how you disable or destroy that ship. Load you're F-22's with bunker busting bombs and follow my attack on that ship. You got to hit the same area I fire at. The problem is, we got to attack like the old dive bombers in World War 2."

Jackson grinned at Lisa. "You talk like an Earth pilot, but you look like a vixen."

Lisa laughs. "We have been studying earth since 1937. We just kept our ships hidden from view. We got sighted a few times by the space shuttle. What do you think was causing those streaks of light near the moon, swamp gas?" She laughs again.

Bridge LSS Nasal

"Dam humans, they taken out a wave of fighters. Well, I am taking out that air base in Utah." The brown ferret named Caine looks at his XO a bobcat. "Take the ship to Utah. We're going to level that base and town with our laser cannons."

Bridge LSS Night wing

"Admiral, captain, the Nasal is moving west. It might be heading to Utah. I think Lisa and the humans got Caine upset." Said the bobcat at the scanning station.

Song laughed, shook his head. "You're right ensign; I think Lisa rubbed Caine's fur the wrong way. Hail the Nasal, I want to talk to Caine."

"Yes sir." Said the com operator. "Sir their not responding."

"Ok, open voice activated com." Ordered Song.

"You're on admiral." Said the com operator.

"Caine, answer me." Silence, the fox at the com console shakes his head. "What's the matter Caine? Did the humans destroy your fighters? They had some help with three foxes. Caine, you said felines and rodents are better than canines. A handful of humans and three foxes shot down eleven felines."

The view screen changed, the Nasal's bridge is in view. Caine is glaring at the bridge crew of the Night wing. "Admiral Song, you're a traitor to your race by helping the humans. Don't worry sir; after I destroy that air base with those stinking foxes, I am coming for you."

"I am going to stop you personally Caine." Song hissed.

"You sir, are nothing but an old fossil who spends his time at a desk barking orders like a dog. I am a warrior; right now I am leading my men in battle while you sit on your old ass on a chair. I'll take care of you later. Don't worry sir; I am giving you a warrior's burial when I destroy the Night wing. Old ass admiral in an old Junker ship." Caine laughs and the view screen goes dark.

Song roars and scratches the arm rests, he turns to Stevenson. "Prep me a fighter captain. I am taking out that little SOB!"

Stevenson looks at Song with concern. "Sir, you're a fighter pilot?"

"Yes captain, I was fifteen years ago before I was sent to command. Don't make me give you an order. I am asking, please prep me a fighter." Song looked at Stevenson.

Stevenson taps his com unit on his wrist. "Hanger bay, prep a fighter for a tiger morph, heavily armed." He turns to Song. "Kick his ass sir, nobody calls my ship a Junker and gets away with it."

Song grins and walks off the bridge. "With pleasure Stevenson." As he walks to the hanger deck. Song looks up. "Don't worry Night wing, I'll make him pay for calling you a Junker. You're a good ship."

Hill air base Utah.

"And that major Dawson is the story." Said Lisa to Dawson at a private area.

"Man, I still want to get that insurgent bastard that burned you." Said Dawson to Lisa.

Lisa sighed. "Don't worry Dawson, you and Sampson killed him when you destroyed my plane. He was killed when you and Sampson strafed those guys on the ground. I saw the attack, the view screens on our ships are way better than spy satellites."

"After we destroyed your plane. We were fired on by a shoulder fired missile. You know the rules don't fire unless fired on." Replied Dawson.

An airman runs in and looks at both of them. "Sir, maam, we have a fighter inbound." The airman looks at Lisa. "Any chance it might be one of yours?"

Lisa looked at Dawson. "Yeah it might be from the Night wing. Stevenson might be sending an extra pilot and fighter for extra support. I'll get to my fighter and try contacting it. If it is off the Nasal you know what to do." She looked at Dawson who nodded.

Tarmac Hill air base

Lisa climbed into her fighter on turned on the com unit. "Unknown fighter, please respond."

"Commander Greypaw, I can't let you have all the fun can I?" Said a familiar voice.

"Admiral Song, it that you?" Lisa asked surprised.

"Yes it is I. I got bored sitting on the bridge. Being a fighter pilot, I got to be part of the action. I'll be seeing you in a bit, start getting your plan in motion. The Nasal is on its way, it will be in your area in two hours." Said Song.

Lisa shut off the com unit, got out of her fighter with a grin. "Stand down it's off my ship." She walks up to colonel Jackson and Dawson. "The pilot is my senior CO and to let you guys know he's a tiger morph. He holds the rank of admiral."

The group watched as the fighter landed a few minutes later. The human officers saluted as Song exited the fighter. He walked up to them after removing his helmet with a white, orange and black stripe pattern on it same pattern as the fighter. "Lisa you have an hour and fifty minutes before the Nasal shows up. What are you planning?"

Lisa turns to Jackson. "How many F-22's do you have ready?"

"Thirty in standby." Replied Jackson.

"How many fighters do you know of gotten destroyed?" Asked Song.

Jackson muttered to himself. "Let's see, eight yesterday, plus the four near Washington D.C.. Eleven earlier today sir."

Song nodded. "That means the Nasal has only twelve fighters left."

Lisa was thinking by looking up in the sky. "Still a problem, we need to split the F-22's in two groups. A bomber group and a fighter group to cover the ones doing the bombing attack."

"Commander, I let you at this one time give me an order." Said Song

Lisa turns her head to the older tiger. "You lead the fighter group sir and I'll lead the bomber group." She watched as Song's muzzle breaks out in a big grin.

"With pleasure commander." Replied Song. He turns to Jackson. "How many soldiers do you have?"

Jackson replied. "I can spare a hundred and fifty sir."

Song nodded. "I can spare a hundred canines at the moment. I am not sending more because the rest are feline. I am going to issue your soldiers a standard fleet pulse rifle set at a stun setting, I want prisoners. This group of traitors broke so many league laws our courts are going to be busy for a year."

Jackson laughed. "Sir, those rifles that you're talking about. Will my men need any training?"

"Not at all colonel, we copied your M-16 rifle when we designed it." Replied Song with a smile. He called the Night wing with his communicator. A minute later five gray crates appeared out of nowhere near Jackson. "That colonel if it happens, this is how we are going to put your men on the Nasal." A minute later twenty canine anthro's suddenly appeared holding rifles. One of them walked up Song saluting him and talked to him for a minute and walked back to the group. "These gentlemen served on that class of ship. They will assist your men in taking the ship if the need be."

Bridge LSS Night wing

"Captain, you better see this." Carlson said doing an adjustment on the view screen.

Stevenson looked at the view screen. He saw two groups of fighters flying in a V formation. Stevenson saw the four fighters from his ship in the lead. One fighter leading two of the Night wing's fighters has a tiger stripe pattern painted on it. He laughed when he saw the paint job. "Song, I think you want to show Caine that you're a warrior to."

Carlson walked up to Stevenson. "Is that who I think it is?" He asks pointing at the striped fighter. Stevenson nodded. "What's his chances sir?"

"Very good Carlson, I manage to look at his record. He's a good pilot; Song just went up in the ranks. I found out he still flies on the simulator and gets some stick time. His chances are good." Replied Stevenson.

Bridge LSS Nasal

"So old man, I insulted you and you're mad at me." Caine said looking at the fighters flying toward his ship. "Launch all fighters!"

"Sir, are you sure?" Said the XO.

"Are you deaf cat! Launch the fighters, all of them! Power up the laser cannons." Shouted Caine.

Outside the LSS Nasal

Lisa pulled up her fighter and glanced back. She saw the F-22's follow her. "Remember, for this to work. You got to hit the exact area down to three square feet." Lisa said in her com unit. She heard the reply from the fifteen F-22's.

Song watched as Lisa and the earth fighters pulled straight up and disappeared in the clouds. "Good luck Lisa." He said to himself, and then directed his gaze to the Nasal. Song sighed as twelve fighters exited the ship. "You idiot, you don't launch all of the ship's complement of fighters. You keep a few in reserves." He gripped his controls and yelled as he engaged the fighters.

Bridge LSS Night wing

"It's like a air battle from world war 2 sir." Carlson said, watching the fighters break in two different groups.

Stevenson walked closer and watched as a group of fighters went up high and started a dive. "Carlson you're right. That group is going to bomb the Nasal." He said with dread.

They watched as the fighters dived at the Nasal's back between the nacelles and pull up. Stevenson watched as bombs hit the area. After the tenth plane attacked, the bombs started hitting the hull and a fire started. Then the Nasal started to lose altitude. "There she goes." Replied Carlson.

Stevenson sighed and tapped his com unit. "Transporter room stand by for plan BRAVO."

"Yes sir." Came a reply.

Bridge LSS Nasal

"Captain eight of the fighters just pulled straight up and now is flying to the Night wing." Said the XO.

"Cowards!" Spat Caine as the ship shuddered. "What's that?"

"Were being attack on the top by the warp nacelles sir." A cougar at a console said.

"Fire the lasers; those weapons can't penetrate our shields." Said Caine.

"Sir, our cannons aren't hitting those fighters." The ship shuddered. "We just loss our dorsal shields." The ship shuddered a few more times. "Sir, the core just scrammed, we just loss main power. We're losing altitude." The cougar at the console said. "All computer functions are now locked. We don't have command of the ship!"

The view screen changed to the inside view of a fighters cockpit. A helmeted figure is looking at them. The helmet has a tiger stripe pattern painted on it. "Caine it's over, I am coming to get you Caine. You're going to pay for every Earthling and crewmember of your ship you gotten killed, plus the crew of the LSS Arrow. I can't believe you killed helpless crew members in escape pods." Snarled Song.

"They were sinking foxes and wolves." Replied Caine.

There's a growl from the screen. "Caine you have a choice, take your own life or wait for me to do it. I am coming on board, you better be dead when I walk on the bridge." The screen goes dark and the ship shuddered as it impacted in a valley with no people.

Outside the LSS Nasal

Lisa looked at the large ship sitting in a valley in Wyoming. She sighed and examined it. "Stand down guys, its over. Let keep a defensive posture." Lisa listened to the response in her headset. She watched as Song's fighter flew inside the Nasal. "What are you doing sir?" The other two fighters followed. "Dawson, I am going in, watch my back." Lisa heard an affirmative from Dawson.

Bridge LSS Night wing

Stevenson looked at the Nasal sitting in a valley floor. "What readings are you getting?" He asked the bobcat.

"Main power out due to a core scram. All systems shut down, it's like some one turned off a switch." Said the bobcat.

Stevenson heard about an emergency over ride command given to admirals in case of certain situations. "So Song, other than your ego. You wanted to turn off the Nasal's systems." He thought to himself watching Songs fighter fly inside the Nasal. "You old warrior. You just want to lead a group in battle." Chuckled Stevenson as he tapped his com unit. "Transporter room, commence plan BRAVO."

Inside LSS Nasal

Lisa followed the boarding party comprising of Earthlings and canine morphs off the Night wing. Song is at the front of the group, he split the team into different groups. She followed Song as they fought their way to the bridge. Lisa looked around as they walked to the bridge. Only small lights are on, she found out by Song the F-22's damaged the ships warp core causing it to scram to avoid a breach. Lisa noticed the ship seem more modern than the Night wing in looks. Earlier she asked Song if her attack would of work on the Night wing. He shook his head, because the Night wing has heaver shielding.

"Sir." Song's com unit chirped.

"Yes." He replied.

"Seventy five percent of the crew are in the brig, because they refused Caine's orders" Said one of the soldiers from the Night wing.

"Contact Stevenson and have him set up a holding area in one of the Night wing's shuttle bays. I can't deal with them at the moment. We are getting every one off the Nasal and put a fresh crew on it, canines only. I got a feeling it's going to be a long time before the Earthlings are going to trust feline and rodent morphs." Replied Song, looking at a human who nodded.

A few minutes later they entered the bridge. Every one was dead by a sidearm wound. Caine is sitting at the captain's chair with a self inflicted wound. Song turns to his team. "They took the coward's way out. Sweep this ship; I want every feline and rodent morph off this ship except me. Lisa you're in command of this ship till you get relived by someone in fleet. No I can't give it to Carlson because he's a feline morph."

Lisa is shocked of what Song just done. "Sir I need to get Commander Wedge and his crew to start repairs. He will make a good temporary chief engineer, plus his crew is canine morphs."

Song smiled to himself, he liked Lisa as part of his family. The tiger went to a computer console and type on it. "I just unlocked the computer Lisa. The LSS Nasal is under your command."

Bridge LSS Nasal two days later

"You got to be kidding maam. You want me to fly this ship in to high Earth orbit?" Replied Briggs sitting at the helmsman station.

"Yes Midshipman Briggs." Said Lisa looking at the tan colored fennec fox. "It's just like flying a very big shuttle."

Briggs sighed and touched some controls. The ship lifted off the valley floor and climb in to space. Song is at the United Nations apologizing to the nation's leaders for what Caine has done to Earth. Only Washington D.C. was destroyed. The United States is being run by the sectary of defense. He was at a summit in Berlin when the Earth was attacked.

Lisa looked at the view screen showing the valley in Wyoming. She saw military gunship helicopters following the ship as is lifted in air. When the ship rose higher F-22's flew around the ship. She watched one wagged its wings. "Good bye Dawson, I'll see you later little brother."

F-22 following the LSS Nasal

Dawson watched as the large ship lifted higher in the air. He circled it looking at it thinking. "Life on this planet was changed forever in the last five days. Lisa explained to him the league had no intention of contacting Earth in one hundred years. The captain that started all of this was a racist against humans and canine morphs. I guess every place has it problems. The UN is willing to join the league, but the feline and rodent morphs must have a canine with them until after the three year probation. Well Lisa, my big sister. I hope to see you soon." He wags his wings and turn towards his base.

Bridge LSS Nasal high Earth orbit.

Lisa sat at a side chair at the same area when standing bridge watch on the Night wing. Briggs looks at her. "Lisa, how come you're not sitting at the captain's chair? Song gave you command of this ship."

She looks at the chair and shook her head. "No way, it stinks of a racist."

"Is that why you sleep in the CAG's stateroom?" Asked Briggs.

Lisa nodded and looks at Briggs. "I rather sleep in my fighter than sleep in the bed that had that monster sleeping in it." Briggs nodded, he heard of what Caine did to the life pods off the LSS Arrow.

"Captain I am getting a message from Song." Said a young vixen at the com console.

Lisa sighed and read the message, then grinned. "All right, the LSS Brisscow should be here tomorrow with a new crew for this ship. Plus a freighter is flying with it. The freighter has all the materials to rebuild Washington D.C... The United States are holding emergency elections to replace all the branches of government killed in the attack. The league is also bringing a space dock to park in high Earth orbit. Song is going to stay on Earth for a month to clam things down at the UN. The league is also sending a few leaders to talk to the UN." Her features darken. "The LSS Astro is going to park here tonight to pick up the prisoners to send them to the prison planet. The formal crewmembers are sentence to twenty five years. The ones that refused Caine's orders are put on probation. I guess that's it for now." Lisa looked at the view screen and felt a hand touch her. She looked at the rust colored eyes of Briggs and smiled.

"They were sentenced without a trial Lisa?" Said a wolf at the scanning console.

"I guess it was some deal with the UN. Caine killed thousands when he destroyed Washington D.C... Plus how the crew treated canine morphs. I guess their lucky they only gotten twenty five years. Major Dawson told me on Earth they might have gotten thirty years." Replied Lisa.

The wolf shrugged thinking. "I would of sentence them to life or jettension them out of an airlock."

LSS Nasal one day later.

"I here by relieve you of command, commander GreyPaw." Said an older artic vixen saluting Lisa.

"I stand relieved." Replied Lisa saluting Captain Daniel.

"Are you a little young to be a commander?" Asked Daniel looking at Lisa.

Lisa directed her gaze to Daniel. "I am older than I look maam. I've been experimented on; trust me you don't want to go thru what I've been thru."

Daniel looked at the blue green eyes. "I guess I don't, I promise I'll restore this ships good name. The LSS Nasal had a good reputation till Caine assumed command of her. I hope I'll see you again Lisa Greypaw."

"Same here, I wish you luck maam in restoring this ships good name." Said Lisa, looking at the crewmembers taking their stations. She noticed canine, feline and rodent morphs in the crew.

Lisa walked to the hanger bay and got in her fighter. She powered it up and launched out of the Nasal. Lisa looked at the area the bombs from the F-22's struck and noticed the repairs are almost done. She aimed her fighter towards the LSS Night wing and smiled at the sight of the ship.

Bridge LSS Night wing ten minutes later

"So nice to be home." Said Lisa walking onto the bridge.

"Lisa, you didn't like that newer ship?" Asked Stevenson with a puzzled look.

"It was OK, but I count the Night wing home. This ship is like an older vehicle, it's a classic." Said Lisa with a smile.

"Well Lisa, it's great to have you back. I heard about you refusing to sit at the captain's chair on Nasal. I don't blame you one bit, I wouldn't either. Want to sit on mine for a minute?" Asked Stevenson, gesturing his chair.

"I won't mind sitting on your chair sir. You are a great captain, I respect you sir. Caine was a bad captain and he was a monster. You don't fire on life pods. It will be like me shooting a pilot in a parachute floating to earth after I shot him down." Said Lisa sitting in Stevenson chair.

Stevenson looked at Carlson and shrugged. He looked at the vixen sitting at his chair looking at the Earth.

The End?

I hope you like this four chapter story. My friend said there might be two more in February.