My 2nd Anthro x Human Story. Jonathan or (Y/N) is a fighter pilot of the United Human Nations. Humanity has been at war with Anthros for nearly 10 years. Jonathan has fought for Humanity at the age of 8. He never hated Anthros originally but after l...
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~ Johnathan POV ~
"Life just loves to throw curveballs..." I say to myself coming to. With the room dark as fuck pretty much my eyes took several minutes just to damm adjust. Looking to my side, Ripley slept quietly with a soft snore. That same smirk pretty much not gone and still plastered on her face. With a groan, I get up and just scoured around the floor in the pitch half dark looking for my damm boxers. After a near minute of grave hunting, I found them and put them on. My head still spinning from the harsh hits. But pain I'm already use to. *knock* The gentle knock at the door made snap out of it for a brief respite. Shrugging, I went over it. Open and then peak. Amanda stood there with a smile. "Hey, did I wake you..." she asked. "Not really... no" I say. "Oh, good" she stepped in. "How's lover girl" she laughed. "She's fine..." irritated. Sit at kitchen table. Looking at window out to runway. "Something bothering you"? she pushed. "Just wondering". "You know I don't really belong here" I say without contact. "I belong with my own kind". "With my squad". She sits across and ponders herself. "I get it". "You want to be with the rest of the humans....". I shrug. It all takes a toll. I'm here. But what extent. There's nothing here for me. Just sit and wait for the next mission to begin. "It will end.... soon" she whispered. "Then what" I asked. "I don't know.... settle down, pick up the pieces" she stares off. "If any even have pieces to pick up" I retort. "I don't have something to go back to". "Pieces to pick up" bitterness. Her voice sighs with resignation. "We all lost something or someone". "Like you.... me.... we all got spite for it". I glance back out at the runway. Together. I can do that. We can do that. Maybe, we can start over...without conflict. "What was life for you back then" I ask her. "It's hard to imagine a time when everything felt so... whole". "Everything's so fractured now". "Not just the walls, but... the people, too" she said quietly. "Before, I guess it was just... normal". "I wasn't some sniper". "I was just me". "Friends, steady job, small hometown, just me....". "Now, just living a broken world" she ended. "It's not just the bricks and the mortar". "The war... it broke something inside us all". "A piece of us got lost out there, somewhere" I say. "I don't think I'll ever find it again" added. She smiles a little. "Maybe you don't". "Maybe you just... find a new way to live with the cracks". She pauses glancing back over at Ripley still sleeping. "But I think we're still here, aren't we"? "That counts for something" she nudges my hand. I smile. "Yeah... I bet so". I just stare back out the window at the runway, thinking. Perhaps that isn't bad for myself. My attention eventually snaps at hearing the shuffling of covers and a faint yawn. Looking over, Ripley, the sweet and spicy dog awakens from her nap. "Oh, look who's up" I mutter. Amanda glances over with a smirk tugging at the edge of her lip. "It seems you've done a number on doggy girl" she chuckles. "Until you learn how I ended up in that situation" irritated. Amanda just laughs. "Oh I think I have a clear... idea" she smiles. Ripley sits up and adjusts her scrubs and blouse, unashamed of herself. With a glance she regards me and Amanda and just walks to the sink for a glass of water. I didn't say anything at first, just giving her an annoyed look. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the Amanda spoke up with a wide smile on her face. "Well, well, well... looks like our little Ripley here was a busy bee this afternoon" she mocks. Rips face immediately went a crimson shade red from the teasing. "Shut up, Amanda". "You forced me to do it by taking him away from me" Ripley narrowed her gaze. "Aw, is the doggy mad I swooped in on her territory" Amanda retorted. Ripley just glared and let out a low growl from her throat. "Amanda, I swear to god I will bite you if you keep messing with me". "And stop calling me Doggy... besides, I'm not the one who's unappealing in the moment" she says. Amanda just furls a coy smile. "Oh relax, the last thing we need in harms way is your blood pressure" she says. Ripley's eyes narrow almost into slits with that jab. "You think your being funny, like genuinely... the only one laughing is you" she growls. "Yeah, I assume my jokes are in bad taste, probably unfamiliar with the description *bad taste* though" Amanda retorts. "That was the most low hanging fruit you could pick as collateral" Ripley just snarls. "As if you know the least bit about fruit outside your profession" Amanda barks. The two just stare death daggers at each other. "Okay! Everybody calm down...". "Let's not start world war 4 here" I say both irritated and trying to keep what little peace is left hanging by a thread.
~ Whirlwind POV ~
"Aayla! Come quick" I shout. Aayla comes out her room to see what's happening. "What's all the yelling Girl" she asked confused. "Look" I point to the article in my holopad. Her eyes looked over the world article. Her face froze as processing the news. "It... it's o-over..."? she whispered. "Yes.. yes it's over" I whispered. The war in North America was over. No more killing... no more violence... it's finally done. "W-we, we have to tell the others"! "We have to tell John"! she yells. "Wait..." I say grimly. "What, what's wrong...". "Don't you want him to know"!? "He deserves to know" she argues. All my emotions pour over the thought. Johnathan, his home and country no longer at war. But he wouldn't forgive us. His parents... his men... his squadron. It's over but at what cost. Does it magically just erase what he's done. What we've done. Does it bring back Petra, the ones he took from us. No... we can't tell him yet. He doesn't get to rush this. Neither of us do. "No" I finally say. "We need to wait". Aayla furrows. "Wait"!? "You expect us to-" I cut her off. "NO Aayla"!! "Not now"!! "I'll tell him... tomorrow" I say. If he has changed... I want him to prove it to me.
~ Johnathan POV ~
"Are you two calm now..." I asked. Ripley was quick to shoot a tense glare while Amanda scoffed. "Sure, we're fine" Ripley mutters. "You two are both acting like idiots" I say. I sit back down on couch, trying to avoid the disturbance in peace around me. Both sit down eventually on either side of me. "You seem troublesome" Amanda eases the silence. "Troubled..."? I asked. "Yeah, what's bothering you" she asked again. "Nothing... thinking bout when all this shit is finally over and I get to go home.." I say. Amanda looks down. Ripley does too. "So... you're leaving when it happens"? her mutter timid. "I don't belong here.... I'm not some Anthro like the rest of you". "I have to choose what's best for me and my squadron". "I have to choose what's best for humanity". "That's where I belong". "I'm not asking you to climb Mount Everest... i'm asking you to understand" I say firm. "I choose what's best interest for my people and my squadron... I choose my race because that's where I belong" firm without argument. Amanda and Ripley stare down at the floor momentarily. *smile* "That doesn't mean I don't have a family here" with sincere smile. "You're all family..."
Elsewhere ~ Western America 17:37 hours
~ ??? POV ~
"You're certain it is him sir...."? the man asks from his hanger room. "Yes Commander... it is him.." General Patrick grims over his tea. "He's been alive, helping push our forces, U.S.E.A naval air and sea defenses out the Southern European regions" Patrick adds. The man listens with his AC-211 Squadron. Each growing more impatient. "I fought with Johnathan at San Francisco.... The Canadian Front... The Gulf... The Siberia Plains... The Eastern Front...". "He wouldn't assist these feral rats without a reason" man says. "You were not called to gravel... Graves". "I grow tired of this shit show". "This error will be fixed or put out of play". "I've stood by enough watching him attack and kill our men, destroy our property, disrupt our trade and stall our war effort". "You and the rest of the Ravens will squeeze the Mediterranean until someone reveals his whereabouts.... And I wish not to have this conversation again with you... go.." General ends the holofeed. Graves looks at rest of Red Lion Group. "I know Johnathan... I sense the war is ending... but not the way the UHN wants it..." he mutters. "What do we do then..."? Gabriel asks. Graves shakes head. "I'll think". "Get the 211 ready". "Load up and move out at 02:00 hours". "We'll rally up with Talon & Knight Ravens in Moscow". "YUP YUP"! the rest chant.
people should think what their mind says... not the government...
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~ Hey lads, Welp, It's finally here. We are back. Short but a good plot advancement to set stage for coming chapters ~
~ I Apologize yet again for the 8-9 month long wait. I had to take break from writing book and focus on getting chapters for my new books out ontop of feeling sick and work stalling my time on Wattpad. I'm very great to all the amazing Loyal followers and folks who have stayed tuned and been waiting patiently for new post. Means a lot to me ~
