Alright... hope all of you are ready for a trip. I'm not... I forgot where I put my Disney duffel.
I've had this idea for years and have expanded it's plot base within my mind and in various notes. Unable to contain it any longer, I got excited talking about it with various others and decided to make this happen as a merger with the Zootopia fandom.
It starts off a little less interesting than i would like... however... I'm creating a setting and I hope to catch your interest.
Unlike 'Dusted' or 'Silence and Valiance', this story will be rated M, as I'm sure you're aware when you clicked on the link for this. haha. The reasons are basically because of sexual themes that I won't be splitting from the story like i did with Love Dusted and the potentially borderline themes I don't want to filter like i have so far. I'm not a fan of useless cursing so my usual lack of explicit language will remain constant most likely.
Thanks so very much to Starfang's Secrets for being my wonderful beta reader and partial editor.
This story will hopefully garner much intrigue and I can't wait to read what all of you think.
Pull up a chair, read, review, fav, follow, boost my ego... enjoy... and grab that freaking awesome strange snack. Mine today is Pickled fish fritters.
May the shards of your life light the path beyond your comprehension and spark your imagination into everlasting luminance.
Imagine, if you will, a system in such perfect synchronized orbit with itself that one would wonder what makes it work as such. A series of factors coinciding at the most opportune of moments billions of years ago? A sequence of events slowly altering a flawed system into the groove it fluidly stayed in? Maybe even some form of artificial manipulation from an unknown benefactor?
Both fortunately and unfortunately, none of those were completely true, and such a system was fated to be discovered and battled over by any and all parties that could do so.
Oddly enough, it wasn't the planets in orbit that were of interest, neither the raw materials that were present in great quantities.
In the core of a beautiful Tri-Star system, was something far more valuable and worthy of a galactic battle. At least, that was the view of those who invaded the system. The not so natural inhabitants of the system were exploratory colonists, nomads and highly advanced, but none so in a military manner. They had ventured from lightyears away, to settle the plentiful system, growing a fast expanding civilization over a thousand years. The system consisted of twenty-one orbiting planets and two asteroid rings at varying degrees. By a miracle that none chose to question beyond those of safety, eight of the planets were safe and bountiful for living upon. The others were either gas giants or planets plentiful with raw materials for production.
It all meant nothing when the war began. For the most part, the civilization that called the system their home was ignored in favor of some unseen goal, though that didn't preclude the occasional collateral damage. It was unclear how many armies clashed in the space around their planets, the debris fields growing with each passing year. Even despite their efforts to create a more substantial defensive force, it wasn't enough to combat the far more numerous combatants that could crush them if they took real notice.
When an exodus appeared imminent, a light of revelation came from other, smaller, civilizations that wished to offer their assistance. They revealed the nature of the war… and it was a bleak outcome for them no matter who won.
In the center of the three stars, so perfectly in orbit, was a gravitational mass of dark matter.
And every army fighting for control wished to induce a supernova, turning the system into stardust and kickstarting some form of fusion of the three stars exponential energy release into the dark matter at the very core of the system.
The end result was something called a Nova Shard, and quite possibly the most powerful one in existence. It was a higher degree of something called a Star Shard, of which was a dense mass of dark matter that absorbed energy from a star, whether by supernova or simply by inhabiting it. Over years, usually thousands or millions, a shard would be expunged, the dark matter becoming a battery of unfathomable power density. Through some quantum mechanics that couldn't be properly explained, the shards always sought sentient life to house it, binding to them like a symbiotic lifeform.
With this knowledge in their grasp and a civilization to save, the ones who called the system home made a decision. They cast themselves out. Allowing all who could to escape in newly made ships for deep space flight, a core group stayed behind to enact a plan that would shift the focus of the battle.
They planned to destroy the system themselves. Other civilizations joined their think tank, donating all means at their disposal and bringing the best of their minds to bear. Decades past as the battle raged around them, clandestine operations took place to set up all factors of their plan.
Over a hundred years since the war began, the conglomeration of systems that sought to keep the power that would be from the greedy armies that tore their once great home down enacted their machinations.
The complete and utter obliteration of matter and turning it into energy. Using a combination of various technologies, they had done it. They caused a reaction in each star, one red, one blue, and one yellow, that made them feed each other in an increasingly violent cycle until they reached critical mass and created a supernova like none had ever seen…
Nor would ever see again.
Before the energy could be expunged outward, it was funneled into the dark matter at the core of the system. While never seen, it was believed the dark matter mass at the core was of substantial size to somehow keep three stars in orbit as they had. It was no more than the size of a small asteroid.
Though small, it absorbed the energy of the supernova with seemingly no limit to its capacity. Glowing a violent purple as the energy of the three stars swirled around and into it like a celestial maelstrom. Cascading flares from the dying stars cracked the closest planets and shattered numerous battleships of the varying oppressive invaders that could only look on as what they intended to do was enacted by others they paid no mind.
At a safe distance, for the time being at least, the ones who stayed behind began the last part of their desperate plan. Using an experimental technology that was barely tested, they activated a device that pulled the dark matter mass into its maw, jettisoning it through time and space. With no limiter to keep the stars from expunging their unrivaled fury, the residual energy leftover from the event radiated outward and decimated the remainder of the system. All armies were obliterated and what was left of the home to billions… was gone.
The night sky was always an entrancing sight. No matter how often one viewed it, or how little it seemed to change, it was hard to view it as something stagnant and uninteresting. The way the stars glimmered and twinkled would always spark a fire in the soul.
The darker the night, the more beautiful the sky.
That's what the fox thought.
Red and cream fur bristled in the light breeze of autumn as the tod reached back to brace his back with a paw. He panted slowly, feeling the taxing draw upon his reserves of stamina as he straightened, looking upon all that he had done.
The field that lay before him had now been properly worked. Earth overturned and seeded with due diligence in preparation for a spring harvest. Soon he would need to make haste to harvest the neighboring fields, brimming with produce that he would gather to bring to market.
Picking up his various tools, caked in dirt and mud, the fox softly treads the ground upon which he had worked so hard to prepare.
In the peak of spring, he would be able to reap the benefits of a likely arduous winter, if previous ones were any indication. Like the previous autumn and one before, he had planted such things like onions, kale, cabbage, peas, and his least favorite but most numerous… carrots.
The neighboring regions were plentiful with mammals that ate the strange orange vegetable. Rabbits mostly. No wait… bunnies? Which did they prefer. He shook his head. It didn't really matter to him. He didn't have enough contact with the species to care about giving them a consistent thought. Most of them avoided him at any rate, some latent sense of fear from generations of an ancient time still permeating their minds, labeling such predators as himself as dangerous.
It was the reason his parents decided to keep out of the public eye, living off the land and providing what extra they had to the market within the nearby village, so as to provide a means of monetary boost.
They figured it was best to provide from out of sight rather than become some merchant that deals with their customer base muzzle to muzzle.
Every day that he had produce to bring to market, the red fox would pull a hefty cart along the well-traveled road to the village. Before any of the mammals would be in the market to buy, he would drop off the goods and collect his earnings for the produce from the merchants, being of more well-respected species that one might feel inherently more comfortable buying from. It meant his family got to keep less, but when one farmed for a living, a mammal could provide well for themselves without need of money.
Now though, it was just himself and his mother, the fox tod's father having passed due to sickness not two years prior. To keep the land from falling into a deplorable state, the son made sure to work himself every day to keep everything going smoothly.
Despite being only fifteen at the time and now approaching eighteen come the end of winter, the young fox kept the land from becoming stagnant and unusable. Thankfully, it wasn't overly large but still took considerable time with his mother to keep everything in order.
He had to rise early every day, working the fields, pulling in harvest, and making sure the irrigation systems were still flowing evenly. As luck would have it, the creeks nearby were plenty filled from the recent rain showers.
Heaving a deep breath, the fox tod stepped livelier upon seeing the homestead in the distance. His mother was simply a silhouette in the window, a flickering light throwing her shadow around like a skittish kit hiding from strangers.
Gently setting the tools inside a wooden crate wedged against the side of the house, the fox found a small rucksack of items he set aside earlier. Opening it, he pulled out a handful of blueberries. They were so sweet to smell and tart to the tongue. He couldn't grow much of these, seeing as the demands weren't so high around here for blueberries and they didn't keep long, but his mother kept a small patch watered and properly cared for near the house. Every now and then, she would leave a sack with a helping from the ripened batches.
It was definitely a pleasant treat at the end of a hard day and he was exceptionally grateful for it.
He examined the house, looking to see if anything new needed to be done. Despite the darkness, his night vision offered him a clear view of all he needed to see. The walls were a combination of clay and wood, crumbling at the edges but still sturdy. The roof was a layer of sod and hay, layered over wood slats and did well enough during the heat and rain.
He pressed the door, letting it squeak slightly upon opening. His mother was across the room, boiling ingredients into a pleasant and savory stew that made his mouth water and tongue want to hang out as he wished to pant again.
"Good evening, Nicky," the fox tod's mother called to him in a voice as soft as cotton and sweet as the blueberries he loved. "How is everything out there?"
"Quite well, actually," Nicholas replied evenly, a light-hearted tone accompanying his underlying exhaustion. "We actually had greater profit at market because a couple contributors had their fields damaged by flood. Terrible really…. But it gave us a small boost."
The red fox looked over to the source of the flame he noticed earlier. The wood stove was burning brightly. It was small and cost them a pretty penny to obtain but, since it was small, it was savings in their pockets for not paying for delivery. The tod had carted it back himself just in time for winter to start rolling in last season. With both the range and wood stove going, it felt appropriate to keep the windows open, at least for the time being. As the night continued further, a chill was sure to set in.
Sitting at the already set table, Nicholas poured water from a pitcher into a small wooden cup. A bowl of thick, savory stew joined the table, as his mother set it down, kissing his head as she did every evening and every morning.
It was embarrassing to say the least, but his mother had once told him when he complained, "I won't be around forever… and if your father's passing has taught me anything, I want the last thing you remember of me, should my untimely end come, is that your mother loves you. Always and forever."
He couldn't refuse her that comfort, and he couldn't deny that it was a great comfort to himself. He was a rather lonely kit and spending the days working a field with little room in his busy days to search for a potential mate, or even friends for that matter, he was happy he had his mother to care for him.
He was still young, but if the rest of his life would be like this, he found it difficult to imagine finding one who he would be able to court, much less fall in love with. His parents were nomadic by nature and wanted to settle down to give him a more stable life and home. He couldn't deny that he had both in droves.
"What wonderful dish did you make this time?" the tod asked his mother, knowing exactly what she did, but allowing her to bristle with pride.
"I was able to find a quail in one of your traps," she divulged slowly, letting her son show a surprised expression, genuinely shocked as he had missed that. "So, today we have a little meat."
Nicholas licked his muzzle hungrily and looked to his mother for permission to eat. She nodded and set her own bowl down, dipping a spoon in the thick mixture and watching her kit dig in eagerly.
His first bite was savored but his stomach growled at him to pick up the pace and he obliged with gusto, taking in every spoonful he could before the meal cooled. Getting up after having cleaned his bowl, his tongue having licked it clean, the fox went to grab seconds, followed by a comforted gaze of his mother.
She was probably glad that he hadn't been eating light as he had for a long while after his father's passing. The stress of having to step into the paw prints of his father at fifteen, to tend a field, was no burden he should have shouldered at such an age. It led to sleepless nights, worrying that the next day he would wake to see the fields dying; to loss of appetite, his anxiousness killing much of his desire to eat, and to a dysfunctional and empty mind, his thoughts barely focused on living and just trying to hold himself together mentally.
A short while later, after cleaning up and closing the shutters, allowing the heat to properly permeate the small home as the night chill set in, Nicholas and his mother settled in a couple of chairs, staring at the crackles of the fire.
It was the most relaxing part of the night, being able to just sit and let the warmth seep into his fur. Soon enough, he would get to bed, but he enjoyed being able to properly unwind and let the day's troubles slowly bleed away in the heat of the fire before setting his head upon a pillow.
"I think I hear a storm brewing," his mother said, her ears perked towards one of the windows. The shutters were closed, but a clear flash bled light through the slats enough to make her observations accurate.
Nicholas started to rise, knowing he might need to make sure the window shutters and such were braced from the outside. Stretching and popping his knuckles, he padded towards the door.
"I'll be right back," he said. "The bracing bars are in the shed."
"Alright, just be careful," she offered to him with a smile.
Unlatching the door, Nicholas opened it and stepped out, taking in a long draw of breath through his nose. He frowned in slight confusion. There weren't any clouds out. It was still as clear as earlier. The stars a little brighter than before. Even the air didn't have that tinge to it that he could smell. If it were about to rain, he would be able to sense a drop in temperature and rise in the moisture of the air. Neither had changed from earlier.
Shrugging, the red fox ambled over to the shed that was built about a hundred yards from the house. Looking like an old tent in design, it helped keep errant wind from blowing it over.
Before he could touch the latch on the shed with a paw, he looked up to see a flash of light. It was much like the one from before, mimicking lightning. But again, there were no clouds in the sky. 'What was it? Where did it come from?' were the looping thoughts that plagued his mind.
Nicholas had heard tales of many strange events that happened, but he assumed most were said in a drunken stupor to make oneself seem more interesting. This though, wasn't so farfetched but felt like it might throw those rantings into another light.
Keeping his gaze on the sky, the tod noticed another flash, bright and nearly white. It came from the same spot as before.
Again, the light flashed, though this time, it glowed brighter and appeared to persist in the sky much like a star.
He was tempted to run back to the house and hope all was well, but his inane curiosity made him firmly plant his paws and stare, hoping to see what would come of this.
A sparkling blast of green and white tore apart the sky above him, making his ears drive back in fear as something burst forth and fell from the heavens.
He didn't dare try to examine it as his legs made a decision by instinct, running away with all the speed he could muster. The fox had no real direction or plan in mind. He just bolted for the tree line of the forest and went behind the thick trunk of an oak tree.
Ducking down and holding his ears down, his eyes squinted as he expected whatever it was to impact the earth with a fury like lightning, the red fox tod became confused as seconds passed with no real sound of impact or anything for that matter.
Peeking out from behind the tree, he saw nothing.
He turned back and sighed, wondering if he had imagined the whole thing.
When he looped around the tree to pad his way back to the house, he was stunned and frightened beyond all capability for rational thought as a black amorphous being stood in front of him, encompassed in something that looked like green lightning.
The longer he stared, his breathing reaching a pace bordering on hyperventilating, the more he saw that the being was starting to resemble him.
He wasted no time, fear taking over as he ran further into the forest, brushing aside branches and brush. He spared no looks back, as that would slow him down. Whatever that being was, it wouldn't know the forest like he did. He grew up here and explored the forest around his farm for years as a kit.
Finding the wide creek, he started leaping over it, using the jutting stones to accomplish his goal. Upon reaching the other side, he turned tentatively to see if the being was close. he yelped when it was directly behind him, as if it had never lost an inch of distance to him.
Tripping over a root at the edge of the water, Nicholas fell back onto a bed of leaves. He would have scrambled back, but the being lowered itself gently onto a knee, reaching out. The fox tried to snarl in defense but it came out as a whimper when the paw moved faster than he could see and pressed to his chest.
An explosion of pain radiated from his heart, spreading outwards quickly as the being seemed to fade away. Before making contact with him, it seemed to fully copy his looks. Well, as far as a being made of pure darkness wrapped in green lightning could mimic him.
The pain became a permeating heat that felt like he swallowed and was covered in hot coals.
"Stop!" he begged, barely able to let out another word as it felt like his body would burn away and turn to ash.
The being never flinched, slowly fading from existence.
The fox tod clutched his chest with one paw, and head with the other. He tossed and turned in the leaves, vaguely aware of his surroundings but not focused on it beyond knowing there was a creek right next to him.
When the black and green lightning being disappeared, to his fear and relief, Nicholas couldn't quell the heat in his body and dove right into the water, drinking in gulps of the cooling fluid as he felt instant relief.
The pain still resided and remained fresh in his mind, having been the most painful experience he could ever recall in his short life.
No… the loss of his father was worse… but as far as physical pain went, it had no equal.
Finally having the presence of mind to climb out of the water and onto the bank, Nicholas sucked in air in rapid pants, almost tearful in his relief. When he calmed himself somewhat, he kneeled over the edge of the creek, breathing deep and slow. His eyes were shut, the cool air and water having settled in now and making him feel chilly.
Lowering his muzzle to the water, he took tepid laps, letting his swallows regulate his breathing. His mother would worry soon. He needed to return to the house.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the reflection of the water, flowing, but still smooth on the surface enough to see his eyes clearly.
He had amber eyes, tinged with an earthy brown on the edges.
Or at least…
It's what he used to have.
The mammal staring back at him now, the fox he could make out in the reflection, now had eyes as green as summer leaves and brilliant as emeralds. They were so bright, they nearly glowed.
The most annoying noise ever conceived by mammal kind broke the haze of the morning.
The constant beep of a very offensive alarm clock blared at a mammal unwilling to rise from bed.
"Oh, come on!" a voice yelled through the wall. "Shut that thing up!"
A groan and moan later, there was a paw slapping the snooze button, giving an extra hammer strike of the fist, as if to potentially beat the clock into being silent.
The paw slid down, slamming painfully into the frame below at the wrist.
Judy Hopps jerked upright with a hiss, her ears perking awake now as she held her wrist, trying not to curse.
"I'm up!" she shouted to no mammal in particular.
"We don't care!" another voice yelled.
The doe frowned and glared at the wall, as if her stare might be felt by the mammals on the other side.
"We know you're giving us the look. It won't work."
Judy's face deadpanned as she relented and sighed, rolling her paw to work the jarring pain from her wrist.
Her roommates could be quite annoying when they wanted to be, and were still so when they didn't care to try.
Growing up in Bunnyburrow, the grey bunny doe was anything but a homebunny, having itched to explore since certain events in her kithood. It didn't play well with her parents for years, but since a couple years ago, she had been able to make them reluctantly support her decisions. It came with provisions, like weekly calls and showing them records of her living arrangements, so they knew she wasn't homeless in the city.
The city of Zootopia. A wondrous place where all mammals got along in peace and harmony. Or so she was told….
The truth was far more abrupt and anticlimactic, with dysfunction being the staple around the city as much as carrots were the staple food back home. Upon moving in with Bucky and Pronk Oryx-Antlerson nearly a year ago, she made to apply to any and all places she could for work, but her dream was to become a journalist. So far, she only ran a blog. A very popular one, she felt confident enough to admit to herself, as well as a few others who asked.
For now, she worked as a receptionist to a doctor's clinic, setting up appointments and dealing with general paperwork and billing. It paid well enough, even if the job itself was rather monotonous. The plus of it all, she had to concede was that the hours were good and allowed her plenty of free time to pursue more fulfilling endeavors.
Padding to the bathroom, the bunny pulled a stool in front of the sink, the facilities having been made for the larger bovids. Leaning over the sink, she pulled a contact case from the vanity and looked in the mirror, ready to guide her paws to place them in just right.
Her eyes were a brilliant purple, shining with a gleam like amethysts as they darn near glowed. They hadn't always been like that though. They used to be grey. Dull and stormy grey.
When she was a kit, maybe 9, she ventured away from the farm, wanting to desperately explore. She didn't get too far before feeling too tired to venture further, but she found a creek that was gleaming and glittering in the sunlight.
Cupping her paws, she went to drink from it, taking great pleasure in the cooling fluid as it refreshed her.
In her interest, she noticed an odd black stone on the water's edge. It was odd simply because there was none other like it there. She curiously picked it up, rolling it in her paws as she noticed the slight cracks to it, as they glowed violet.
To her surprise and fear, the stone sank into her paw and seemed to be absorbed. She couldn't make sense of it but being a kit, it was easily passed over since nothing bad seemed to come of it.
When she returned to the house, her parents were quite shaken to see that her eye color had changed. It went from grey to violet. Soon to follow were many doctors' visits to figure out what was going on. No one could give a straight answer but most assumed it was a shift in the pigment of her iris due to some genetic condition. Neither of her parents had purple eyes so they worried about extended family and conditions they had.
Little Judy wanted to recount the strange stone to them, but she wasn't that naïve back then. One mention of that and a whole new breed of doctors would be examining her. She kept it quiet.
It began a lifelong interest in the strange and extraordinary though, leading her to journalism.
She wanted to investigate that which was unexplained and find the truth in it and expose that which wasn't.
Having expertly placed the contacts in her eyes, Judy blinked to let them center, looking into the mirror to see a set of grey eyes staring back at her. She smiled, satisfied at the results, following up with a lazy salute to herself and hopping down to slide the step stool aside, wanting to make sure her roommates wouldn't complain. They loved to do that. They had a heart of gold when they wanted, but their mouths were just ripe with sour notes.
She would have been proud to show off eyes hued like her own now, but years of teasing in school left her a little lacking in confidence concerning that feature of herself. She got defensive one too many times when she was in her teens and actually attacked a student who was being overly hurtful, earning the annoying nickname of the Violent Violet. It stuck with her for years and she made sure to get contacts as soon as she could afford to do so.
She actually needed glasses to a certain extent and had a spare pair in case her contacts ever became unusable, but she felt like it was a double whammy to have her purple eyes on display AND wearing glasses. A few mammals refuted it, but she couldn't help thinking it.
Settling back into her room, she turned on the TV, hoping to hear some news concerning her favorite subject. It was pretty much the basis of her entire blog.
Nearly a year ago, these strange robotic things dropped from the sky, wreaking havoc and causing damage. They seemed to be nearly unstoppable as conventional methods had little to no effect. They looked like robotic versions of certain reptiles she had seen pictures of but not really viewed in life. It was like a komodo dragon tried to stand and walk like a civilized mammal.
After causing a lot of damage and using strange vocalizations to shout at anyone they came across, something amazing happened.
Like some sort of comic or tv show, a hero appeared. Clad in some sort of exoskeletal armor that seemed more alien than the robotic menaces, the hero struck them all down with little to no effort.
He was well armored but it was pretty clear from the snug and well fitted design that the mammal inside was a fox. How did Judy know there was a mammal inside the suit? It was something she could barely explain well.
Ever since that stone turned her eyes purple, she had these images and dreams of russet fur and brilliant green eyes. Nothing was clear but a few such images in her head let her view the armor-clad hero…. Months before he revealed himself. It wasn't visions of the future, she had surmised. No image she saw had actually come to pass. But it couldn't be some coincidence. These images and dreams plagued her since she was a kit. She just knew it was real.
For the past year, these robots, simply called Drones, since they never seemed to have a pilot or anything in them, kept falling from the sky, causing havoc and trying to fight the hero.
After weeks of trying to get the scoop on him, a name finally came to be, snowballing out of control and taking the media by storm.
Flux. Flux the Fox. The hero of Zootopia and armor-clad defender of the mammals of the city.
Nothing of note was on the news, so Judy pulled her phone out and scrolled through the blog she pulled up on her phone, checking reviews and comments about her updated links and articles. Too many to count.
A picture of Flux rolled into view on her phone's screen and she stared. His suit of armor looked so alien and beyond the level one would think of as modern tech that it was hard to believe Flux was from their planet. It was a sleek black and grey all over, with these light bars all over it that glowed a vibrant green.
She had seen many videos of his fights, knowing the lights weren't just for show. She read and watched enough comic/anime/superhero movies to make educated guesses as well as more extraordinary and odd assumptions about his suit's powers. The light bars on his suit seemed to either repel incoming attacks or propel him by using some form of thrust, allowing him to fly.
Flux could also send out waves or bolts of energy, much like sci-fi movie blaster shots. Like his suit, the energy he released glowed green. The superhero also used more powerful forms of attack or defense on rare occasions when the number of Drones was overwhelming or some of the more heavily equipped ones got an upper paw (or claw?) on him. Her favorite method of attack was a cascading electric shock that started a chain reaction from one Drone to another in a link that destroyed a condensed grouping of them. Her favorite defense was one she ran to when she was nearby the location as it was happening. A tunneled roadway collapsed, but Flux was able to project a type of force field large enough to keep it open just barely long enough for mammals to escape.
After the catastrophe, she waited outside the disaster zone and took a picture when Flux looked her way, his head tilted in mild curiosity. It wasn't a minute before she posted that on her blog, with plenty of her subscribers commenting on her hero encounter. One fan of the site even took the pic and turned it into some sort of meme, attaching various photos to the top and leaving a text on the pic of Flux saying "Do I look like I give any Flux?" Her first reaction was to roll around laughing and giggle as she basically fangirled from the moment.
Snapping from her reverie, Judy noticed something was happening on the news. A new drone showed up and unlike the previous Drones, this one was more advanced looking and… was glowing red?
She pressed a button to lock her phone screen, pocketing it and grabbing her keys and wallet. Feet pounding the floor she left the apartment, shouting a short goodbye to her roommates, who seemed a little irate that she woke them up by neglecting her alarm clock. Could they blame her? It was a day off from work.
From what she saw in the news, she knew exactly where the new Drone showed up. It was the Central Plaza in front of the Museum of Natural History.
Sprinting harder, Judy couldn't wait to try catching Flux take down this new Drone. It looked mean, but maybe that would make Flux use more advanced capabilities. Her teeth bit her lower lip in excitement, the image of gleaming emerald eyes crossing her mind as it had at random moments. It didn't deter her strides and bounds as she blazed a path to her goal.
"Here I come, Flux!"
I'm sure you all have many questions.
hehehehe. I love leaving open ended questions.
Though honestly, it does give you a reason to come back for more, doesn't it? XD thought so.
Why would anyone resolve all inquiries at the end of every chapter? sounds like a way to lose interest.
Anywho, I hope all of you liked, loved, or even tentatively enjoyed this.
More to come and as always...
Until next time, It's been a hustle, Sweethearts.