The Time Traveler's Guide to Zootopia

Chapter 26: Victory is Mine

After Bogo issued the command to his officers, a volley of tranquilizer darts came in my direction. They impacted my chest plate, simply bouncing off like a bunch of discarded toothpicks.

One tiger officer fired a follow-up shot, only this time it hit just above the heart of my chest plate, with no effect.

Dead silence fell upon the lobby as the only sound one could make out was a soft metallic ping. I slowly looked down and saw the pile of darts resting on the floor, with bright green stabilizers and various broken tips.

The needles failed to implant themselves, which caused a great wave of bewilderment among the animal officers. The dart's structural integrity was no match against an intergalactic military-grade alloy from another time and another universe. Thus, I remained standing, and they somehow thought that I'd be brought down with ease. They were sorely mistaken.

However, instead of reevaluating the situation, their next move was to simply try again. Thus, they all rechecked their pistols - to ensure they were actually loaded - and pointed them at my chest.

The two kneeling wolves upfront took their shots, sending two more darts flying in my direction.

The first dart skidded off my right shoulder, and the second one bounced off my lower abdomen and likewise fell to the floor. Both darts failed miserably. The two wolves desperately checked to ensure their weapons actually fired, and sure enough, they did.

"What the?" an officer asked, bewildered.

"He's not dropping!"

"But...but how?"

"What's going on?"

"Um, Chief?"

Never had I seen so many wide-eyed animals before. Even the chief's jaw hung slightly open, and the cheetah behind the circular desk had one sprinkled paw over his mouth. None of them knew what to think... or what to do.

"Again!" the chief ordered. "Everyone on my mark!"

The ZPD officers tightened their stances and prepared for the ultimate squad attack. The chief raised his arm to give them the signal.

"One!" he started, pausing for a brief moment."Two!"

"Three." I counted with the Chief, mostly out of amusement.

His arm dropped, and all the animal officers fired their tranquilizer dart pistols in unison.

The hippo took a shot. The elephant pressed the trigger. The jaguar aimed and fired. The timberwolf launched a dart. The two polar bears hurled darts. The black and grizzly bears sent off their shots. The tigers fired again. And the sheep fired together.

But it all resulted in the same outcome.

The darts simply bounced off the suit with zero effect. I sighed at their pathetic attempts.

Needle tips were crushed, darts grazed off to the side, and their pathetic supply of useless ammunition diminished. All wasted. Now I had a collection of broken needles at my boots, which summed up their tactical failure. It was as if a bunch of children were using rubber bands to launch sharp pencils at a solid concrete wall.

"What?" The jaguar officer lowered his pistol slowly. "It can't be!"

"But... but that's... that's not possible!" another officer gasped. "There's no way..."

These fools weren't getting the message. They reminded me of those natives from other worlds who used stone-age weaponry against their interstellar invaders. Those poor souls often perished, thinking they had life all figured out, until they met someone who was decades ahead of their time.