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Chapter I: Pilot

Alone on the balcony, that was overlooking the city that stretch out to its defensive wall, stood an eager coyote brushing his chin in deep thought. His eyes a dark burned yellow that resemble engravings rather than something he was born with. They were now bloodshot due to the late hours he had been up working. His suit complimented his slender exterior, conforming against his torso and extremities. It ran the usual black colors for the pants and jacket, with a white undershirt holding a red tie that hung in front of his chest. The coyote's fur was a maple brown on his back and most of his face with a second color of white present around his mouth and down his chest.

He had just proposed a motion to the senate, that he had cleverly set up for success. The fools wouldn't be able to see the true goal after all. They would only see another possible solution that they wouldn't be made to work for. They could live on with their luxurious without guilt, or even a clue, of what they did. Unaware that their own undoing was by their signatures they would etch in agreement.

His eyes caught the early sun's rays were just starting to peer over the horizon, lighting up the sky to burn in a dark red and orange hue. It almost seemed like fire had broke out in the sky and was reaching to cover the whole atmosphere. This scene and setting, a déjà vu for the coyote that only seemed to remind him of a day not so long ago when he was still an innocent man. An innocent man that was weak and ignorant, unable to take control of the events he needed to take action against. He curled his fist and clenched tightly at the thought of when he truly saw the world for what it is. When there were no more days he lived blind to the pose of the world.

The country he now lived in had been in economic turmoil with rebellions and refugees spread out across the cities and towns. Events lead for the remaining loyal areas to construct the defending walls that towered in the city's limits. The Civil War had torn the country apart and lead to unrest in the government that once ruled over it peacefully. Senators and Congressman grew nervous with each passing day, worrying when they would find an angry mob at their steps. When their useless jobs would be seen as the incompetent positions they are.

The coyote recalled a memory of times when this whole situation had just begun and the present circumstances started to come to reality. Beggars and homeless had first become an issue after that tax increase. A couple of them had shown up on his doorstep asking for anything that could be donated. It was such a pathetic sight. The lowly degenerates that didn't have the right choices made and now thought they could run from the consequences with help from those who did take the right path. They were like an awful taste in your mouth that you couldn't wash away no matter what you did. It was their fault after all, they shouldn't have let so many fall down and rely on the government to take care of them. They wouldn't be where they are now. They'd be in his home, as a guest, sharing a glass of wine rather than begging. The only pity he had on them was that they were not educated enough to see themselves lead down this path by a cursed and damned wolf.

"All of them were fucking idiots for following him." He thought to himself. "They couldn't see what I was creating. A world of peace,... where they didn't have to worry about pain and suffering. Sure some would have no choice, but only for the greater good. Is that not a price worth paying? Doesn't matter anymore....after that little incident in the market, everyone will now pay the price."

The coyote furrowed his brow in irritation just thinking about the events that happened back in the month of November.

"The more you push back the more you'll be pushed down." He speculated, "Why is that such a hard concept to grasp?"

A gentle breeze comforted his fur with a relief of refreshing air, settling the frustration that was building inside him.

The wind always blew from the east now and it always reminded him of a satisfying chuckle. It was always superstitiously thought the army controlled the weather. With countless situations being regulated by them it wasn't that far out of reach for them to have control of it now.

A knock that echoed through the room, came at the door to interrupted his speculations. A muffled voice spoke to him from behind the entrance.

"Mr. Taranis, permission to enter sir?"

"Granted." He spoke in a low, commanding voice.

A shepherd walked in and presented paperwork on Taranis' desk.

"What is this?" He asked.

"It's your proposition, sir...It passed."

A sly smile from Taranis acknowledged the welcomed news back as he dismissed the shepherd.

"Finally" Taranis thought to himself, "This god forsaken country could actually turn into something more."

Taranis turned and viewed the city from his balcony once more, this time with a new gleam in his eye as he envisioned the changes the near future would make on the surroundings he gazed at in this moment. The world would transform before his own eyes and it will all be his own doing.

A feeling of excitement swept over his muscles, making them shiver with anticipation. A divine intervention, plans set in motion, and a wave sweeping over this place to wipe out the infectious disease that had been a plague here for too long. It was all almost too much for him to contain knowing the time had finally now been at hand. It's almost like the pen is not mightier than the sword. Rather it's almost like death's scythe itself, a tool for destruction.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting the warm air in through his nose and fills his lungs before letting it out to pass out, over his tongue. He uttered, quietly, a passage he was always told by his father.

"And so the wish was made. With a blinding light, all was destroyed. A new world began."

The coyote turned and stepped into his office closing the balcony doors to shut out the world. He closed the drapes and turned a small lamp on the desk towards a photo that rested in a frame upon the wood surface. The picture displayed himself, as a young pup, and his father fishing at a lake. It was a frame in time of the few moments Taranis could spend with his dad as father and son.

"If only you were here..." he whispered, "If only you could see the vengeance I have finally brought you."

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"Hold on a second would ya? I'm working as fast as I can!" A Wolf who was working on an engine yelled.

"Well we don't have long! So get your ass in gear Wolfgang!" A Doberman replied.

"You think I don't know that? Jesus Christ, Mayson. Give me some room to work! I'm a fucking computer technician, not a mechanic!"

The Wolf was sporadically checking for signs of a problem on his X92SPR's engine. His eyes scrutinized every part while having a war in his mind as to what the actual problem could be.

"Wait! What's that?" He said as something caught his eye.

Wolfgang spotted a loose cable that was shoved in-between two compartments. It was stripped of its connector. Probably because of the high speed thrashing they encountered from the ambush.

"Can you fix that?" the Doberman asked.

"No, we're fucked because of a cable Mayson." He replied sarcastically, chuckling lightly to himself. "Come on man, just stay down and keep a look out. I've got to clip this end and find a way to jam it back in."

The Doberman let out a frustrated breath and turned back to face the street from the window.

"Just get me home Wolfgang."

The Wolf found some adhesive in the truck and applied it to the end of the cable before sticking it back into its proper place. He held it for the standard time it took for the glue to solidify into cement before closing the hood.

"Alright, we're good." Wolfgang whispered.

"About time, that gang that's been circling the whole block has started checking door to door of this factory."

The two jumped into the X92 and strapped in, preparing themselves for whatever was to come next. It had been a miracle the last hit didn't seriously damage them, let alone their vehicle.

"What are you waiting for Wolfgang? Go!" The Doberman whisper yelled.

"I'm waiting for the bastard that hit us"

"What?"

Wolfgang turned on the car's stereo and began playing a song over the speakers softly while gradually turning the volume up and began a chant. A full dose of adrenaline began to fill his body, like a drug filling his mind and taking over.

"Yeah here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line..."

"What the fuck are you doing man they're going to hear us?!" the nervous Doberman yelled.

The wolf continued. "Throw'em up and let something shine!"

A bright light shone through the garage door and a voice yelled from outside, "They're in here!"

"GOING OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!"

The Wolf floored the accelerator and threw the Doberman into his seat with claws scratching the seat. The new set of G force applied to his body, Wolfgang had felt like he woke up and his body tensed with excitement. A small grin broke over his face as the car approached the garage door. It smashed the door down and pinned the bandit's interceptor, that had been setting up to block the entrance, underneath. The car used the newly installed ramp to jump out into the street. A hard bounce set the car off balance as it's wheels met the ground on the landing and skidded into a nearby street light. The wolf used the encounter to correct the center of gravity for the X92 and after a quick turn in the wheel, the car regained its traction.

"What the fuck man! What were you thinking?!" the Doberman questioned.

"I wasn't, I was just mad this guy dented my ride." Wolfgang replied casually, smirking.

Mayson had a look overcome his face of confusion that prompted Wolfgang for a chuckle at his customer.

"What the hell happened to make you this crazy?" Mayson asked.

"Just couldn't handle the insanity of normal day life finally, I guess."

"Whatever man, at least I know you're psycho enough to get me out of situations like that back there."

Mayson relaxed in his seat and removed his claws the door frame he had been holding onto like a rodeo cowboy.

"What the hell is this anyway?" Mayson pointed to the stereo.

"What? You've never seen a speaker before?"

"That's some old tech man."

"Well, I've always loved older tech more than this newer bullshit they use."

"What are you talking about? Tech from today is some serious shit man!"

"You lose unconscious abilities though. Haven't you noticed this car doesn't have a computer in it?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So I don't need any assistance when driving a night with my headlights off."

It took a couple of seconds for the Doberman to realize the stunt the wolf was performing without his knowledge.

"Fucking. Crazy." The Doberman shook his head in disbelief.

After a couple hours, the two had reached an agreed upon destination for Mayson's to be dropped off. Wolfgang turned off his truck's lights and pulled into a dark abandoned garage. Once pulled in, Wolfgang shut off the car and unlocked the car doors.

"Aren't you leaving after I get out?" Mayson asked.

"I'm just going to sit here for a minute to let my adrenaline calm back down before I go back out. Plus I got to make sure none of those Checker Gangs followed us here."

"Looking out for your customer huh? You got a bit of a soft side in that insane head."

"I'm just keeping you alive for the money there Mayson. Don't get all excited about me caring for anything more than the money."

"That's fair enough. It's what I pay you to do after all my friend."

Mayson turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Wolfgang alone to his thoughts on the events that just happened.

"Fucking pricks...wrecking my truck and making my job harder. I should stop by later and repay the favor to a couple of their vehicles in the shop." Wolfgang mumbled to himself.

He reclined his seat into a relaxed position and threw his paws behind his head, closing his eyes, listening to the silence that surrounded him. He always longed for these quiet meetings with himself. The sudden switch from everyday life to a contractor has left some indentations on his mind.

Wolfgang used to work a normal 9 to 5 job where he'd get off, go home, get sleep, wake up, rinse and repeat. Wasn't the most exciting or most interesting lifestyle but it was a secure one at best. Being an IT technician meant there was always work available somewhere. Even though computers had overtaken most of the common jobs people would fill, you can't make a computer to fix other computers. The repair bot will break and what would they do then? Have a repair bot for the repair bot? Nope. They might as well call in their underpaid IT guy to fix it. Not anymore. Not since November.

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A cool November's breeze blew through his hair that brought a slight chill down his back and through his tail. The evenings had been growing steadily colder as if to warn of a coming storm. Nonetheless, it was still a good calm day to go for a run for physical training period. These runs always gave himself time alone to his thoughts where he could think freely without having to hide behind his militant persona.

His music playing always played out loud while running down the trails, away from the streets and other people. He never thought of it as hiding his ideals for fear of being found, but rather a clever maneuver to stay undetected in the crowd. Until the right time came to show what he really was.

A most peculiar thing had always occurred with music when he ran or worked out with it on. Sure most people get pumped and work harder when they hear the right sequence of songs or their favorite rage track. With him, it was almost like a transformation.

A steep hill was coming up and he'd already been running for 6 miles at a 7 minute pace for most of it.

"Fuck it" He thought to himself and cranked up the volume while selecting a specific song.

A drum and guitar began thumping, first slow, then faster. With every beat the wolf could feel his heart accelerate and become encased in a euphoric feel of adrenaline throughout his body. The guitar and drum built up until they moved into the first verse and began their melodies. His body was still cool, but the heat was building as the first verse came to an end. The chorus started and like the built up anticipation of a chant, his body let go. His senses blurred and numbed slightly before becoming heightened. The cool wind now felt like an ocean washing over his face where he could feel every piece of his fur move. His steps became more rapid and with each step, more ground was covered than the previous.

The burn always felt like a fire from the pit of his stomach reaching out to his extremities. Be for long his conscious was gone and all that was on his mind was pushing his body more and more. The song was at its bridge and his breath was becoming short. He had already traveled over a mile past the hill, but the true release was yet to come. The final chorus, the most energized part of the song, the period where you wear down and you muscles begin to exhaust. The breaking point where you either choose to give up or push on with everything you've got.

He closed his eyes, and waited for the words to scream out to him. He was waiting for every emotion to rip forth from his chest in one massive release and the fire to reach critical temperatures.

Time slowed and all noise was silenced for those precious seconds. A breath taken, eyes are opened; his foot hits the ground, a reaction equal to the level of nuclear scales takes hold.

The world passes by in a haze as he continues further, concentrating on holding the power delicately so as not to burn out. As a broken bridge approaches fast he prepares himself to let out one last thrust.

"Not yet... Not yet.. Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, NOW!"

He pushes with all his force focused into his left leg and leaves the ground, trying to escape from gravity's hold for the precise amount of time. He looks down as he watches the gap in the bridge slide underneath him and the other side start to reach up and meet him. He prepares his right foot for the pressure it's about to feel. As it touches the ground he lets his foot absorb the impact and slowly loosens his muscle to allow the impacted force to go through his leg, then his body, before throwing himself forward into a hard roll and tumbling a few times on the pavement. He comes to a stop after about 30 feet with him facing the blue sky, gazing at the clouds. An uneasy breath escapes his lungs, completed depleted of oxygen.

"Not too bad.." He thinks "still could be better though."

The wolf laid there as the inevitable pain begins to set in to his over driven legs and renders him immobile for a few minutes. The world passed him by so serenely with a peace to accompany the chaotic performance. He closed his eyes and took each breath with a feeling of reason for each one.

"Well, time to go to work." He spoke softly as he rose up from the pavement.

Wolfgang was never one meant for the government's army, well, not to the naked eye of anyone watching him in the crowd. In truth, he despised everything it stood for. Propaganda to keep the public on the side of the president's decisions, War to keep the other countries in check, all of it sickening. Living, however, isn't what you want it to be, it's what you get stuck with. Make the best of it or spend all eternity going mad. Still, he has met some good friends while employed in the military that have given him hope not everyone is as blind as the common people.

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"Taranis, how's todays events lining up?" A rather bulky Coyote questioned another, more slender, coyote standing infront of his desk.

"Everything is in place father. the presentation is set to start at 10:00 am today with all soldiers present."

"Good, Good. Today will be the greatest change in history. Greater than the days of when that pathetic rebellion in Tangrir was finally snuffed out."

"Yes, I imagine there will be quite a few reactions to his change that might not be pleasing to hear though, senator."

"It's to be expected. The people know enough now that we will deal with any... divergent ideas they have."

"Of course, sir."

"Rally the troops Taranis. We don't have much time before the presentation begins."

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A formation took place on a parade field just past a large stage that was placed front and centered from the audience. As more people gathered to attend the event, cacophonies of chats and talks began to raise the noise floor to a most irritating decible for the wolf's ears.

"Man, what the fuck are we doing here?" a soldier blurted out.

"It's probably another 'raise the moral' kind of events." another yelled out.

"What is it that the more people you have around, the more stupid they get." Wolfgang though in reply.

The young wolf stood amongst the crowd in formation praying for time to hasten by a few seconds. Gatherings like this always rubbed his fur the wrong way to the point where another mass genecide seemed it could be a favor to the world. He never could understand how and why people would do this. The only way he could contain himself admist this gaggle fuck of life, was to remind himself of the role he constantly played all to himself. A literal wolf in sheeps clothings, if you will. Just living amost ordinary people, hiding, and even sometimes waiting for something to happen. Some moment in time to reveal everything he really was. By the looks of the stage set up there might be an oppertunity here soon.