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Evans peacefully lay on his bed, snoring softly and dreaming beautiful visions of him packing up and getting ready to go to the recruitment camp on Mars. His green quills shined as the light of dawn shone through his bedroom windows. His quilt lay all over his body, only with his hands protruding from the sides of it. The quilt occasionally rose up and down in slow movements, indicating that his lungs were filling and releasing air properly. His body was in a peaceful state, enjoying and indulging in the every benefit of sleep it could get. Not even the screeching alarm would disturb his peaceful sleep. His body imagined the delights of sleeping without waking up, when, to the horror of his brain as it was processing what would be millenniums of information, the alarm screeched and ironically jump started the brain to wake it's user.

Evans jerk up with a start and gave out a huge yelp of surprise as he jumped out from the quilt and hit the upper ceiling of his house. In the process of jumping (and jump starting his brain), he knocked off his quilt, showing his (currently) naked but fit body. His white chest fur and belly fur (from chest to waist that is) out shown his green fur, which covered more than 80% of his body. His blood shot filled 'morning eyes' displayed his brown colored iris, shining with the gloss and help of the tears lubricating his eyes to no end.

He bumped his head on the wall and fell onto his bed again. "Oh... SHIT!" He cursed himself for waking up so late and strayed his eyes quickly to his alarm clock, and unfortunately for him, it was already 7:30 AM.

He made a mad dash to his shower, throwing his quilt out of the way. He would be terribly late if he arrived late for the final recruitment rounds on Mars if he missed the last 'Space-Train' en-route to Mars before the holidays.

So hurriedly took a cold shower, finished taking the shower in less than 10 minutes, then banged open his dressing cabinet, put on his best suit, wore his best tie, packed up all his personal stuff and clothes.

Then he rushed like a mad bull towards his planet's largest space station, "Hades IV" (It should be noted that this planet IS not Earth. Yes, my friend, it is NOT EARTH!!!). He rushed at top speed, not even minding the traffic and pedestrians walking on the street. His head was locked right towards the space station, with his red checkered, black filled tie waving behind him.

It can now be very self explainable that he DID NOT want to be LATE.

However, unfortunately for him, it would soon be time for departure. The last arrivals were already flooding in.

"Oh no!" Was Evan's response when he saw that it was now 60 seconds (or 1 minute if you don't understand basic mathematical conversions) before the space ship would lead, and millions of other passengers were already flooding the terminals of the space port. He knew that he could not get through the crowd in time by saying honeyed words such as, but no limited to: "Excuse me!" "I'm in a bit of a hurry!" "Make way! I'm late!" And possibly: "B***! Get out of my way!!!" "You b*******! I'm ****ing late you hear me? ****ing late!"

So, he now had to quite his niceties and do a(nother) made dash to the flight terminal. He braced his self, prepped up his suitcase as a shield and did one of the rudest dash toward a spacecraft in history. He knocked over many men and women, sometimes children, only in the process of trying to catch a space craft in time.

By doing this rude manner of dashing, he reached the terminal, but to his great agony, the sleek, straight bodied and slender passenger craft called the Lunar Shuttle was preparing to take off. He could see it preparing it's engines for a high velocity VTOL take off.

"Hey! Wait for me!!!" Evans cried out and ran towards the space craft's passenger bay door which was closing itself up. He panted and used every single piece of strength he could and managed to reach the door, but was unable to get inside. Luckily, the door was half open, so Evans threw his suitcase into the passenger bay, which gave the passengers a startling surprise.

Then, the passenger bay door mercifully jammed a bit, and lowered down to a mid level for a reset. However, to Evans horror, the craft blasted it's vertical engines to a hundred percent, making purple jets of plasma fuel burst out burning from it's exhausts. "NO!" Quickly, faster than lightning, he jumped up and caught the edges of the bay door with his hands and hung from the craft's door.

The passengers gave a small cry as the bay door had all of a sudden dropped down. And it made Evans have a scare too, as his fingers started slowly losing his grip from the craft. Meanwhile, the craft had raised to a respectable altitude (and by respectable I mean a "a person will be a dead man if he felt" altitude) and the passengers were investigating the suitcase when they saw him and heard his cries for help.

One of the passengers, a girl named Lila saw him, trying to climb aboard the shuttle. However, they all knew that shuttle passenger bay doors cannot even support the weight of an average adult properly, so not a passenger dared to help the poor man.

Luckily, the pilots saw what happened with the tens of cameras attached to the shuttle. One of them who was the clever type quickly accessed the hydraulic functions menu inside the on board computer and tried to force the passenger bay door to level up to a mid-level.

To Evans relief, it worked. He climbed himself up and did a small jump into the middle of the bay. "Jeez man, you okay?" Asked a fellow immigrant American hippy from the Sol Federation. Evans looked at him with one eye closed, displaying his anger facially, as he had run out of breath with the hurdle he had just faced.

Then, the bay door closed, and the shuttle blasted off into Hyperspace.