Paw Patrol Oneshots

Debris and Stardust Pt 1 (Chase x OC)

Requested by The Atlas Guardian on Fanfic.net

Part 1

Adventure City has fallen.

What was once a bustling city filled with joy and life had been reduced to utter ruins. Buildings stood empty and dusty, puddles of broken glass bordering below from the shattered windows. There was no one left to inhabit them, hundreds of citizens had already fallen to Aleksei and his Ultranationalist Party. Old cars littered the abandoned streets, newspapers and discarded clothing gently dancing in the wind.

It was a warm spring day where merely stepping outside brought a smile of joy to someone. Humans got together in public parks while their dogs ran crazy, finally expelling the contained energy within them. No one knew in mere hours, the world would be shaken, and thousands would die. Aleksei's Ultranationalists emerged from the shadows, numerous and armed, and took control of Adventure Bay starting at its heart: The City. Police forces were wiped out in hours, politicians fled, and the remaining citizens were left at the mercy of the attackers.

There was only one hope, one remaining flicker of light that walked so peace could run. A military strike team led by a timber wolf named Lupe, was all the city had left to stop Aleksei. Lupe was a trained agent, sent to infiltrate City Hall where Aleksei had set up a base. As the dogs set out, the Paw Patrol surveyed their progress back at home, keeping their ears to the radios and eyes to the screens. They didn't ask to have their lives so drastically changed, to jump from basic rescues and assistance to full-scale warfare, but they aimed to serve no matter the cause.

They were holed up in an underground floor of The Lookout, an old basement Ryder had refurbished into a base of operations when Aleksei hit the scene. Chase, Zuma, and Rocky were the leading "soldiers" of Task Force PAW. They were trained enough to hold weapons but were far from what a general would call a good soldier. Antsy around warfare, Marshall chose not to follow the route of a gunman, instead embracing his EMT services and becoming a medic. While some initially gave the Dalmation flack for choosing a non-fighting role, they would soon realize just how vital it was to have a good medic. Rubble was the team's gunsmith, as the Bulldog would lurk in the darkest corners of the basement with piles of rifles and equipment. He would spend hours every day, cleaning each rifle and checking its sights, tuning every screw and bolt meticulously. He wasn't seen often, as the other dogs would have to travel to him should they need a weapon tinkered with or fixed, but Rubble was thankfully always happy to help, a faint piece of his old self still glowing. Ever the avian, Skye kept watching high in the skies of Adventure Bay, monitoring their active territories around the clock for any anomalies. Skye was almost never physically seen, only heard, and Chase found himself very quickly missing her hugs.

Shrouded in darkness, Chase sat in the old leather chair, its fabric ripped in several places as it was ready to be taken to the dumpster. The Shepherd kept his eyes glued to the main screen that was mounted across the wall, waiting for any word or message from Lupe's team.

In his concentration, he didn't hear Rocky come into the room, concerned for his friend's sanity.

"You've been sitting there for hours," the mix said. The mix already had a disheveled appearance to begin with, but when war struck his fur took a ragged effect. He was just a little scruffier than usual, but it was odd he never made any attempt to fix his coat.

"They say war is loud," Chase said absently, not taking his eyes off the blank screen, "that the sounds of explosions and screaming never leave your ears." He slowly turned his head, looking at Rocky with a blank expression, "but it isn't always. War can be quiet, nothing but silence, and in my opinion, that's probably the worst."