The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One: Fuel - 7

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The Fire Triangle-A Zootopia Fanfiction

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Part One:

Fuel

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Chapter 2 - Taking The Bull By The Horns

(Continued...pt. 3)

Benjamin Clawhauser was gushing again.

"Oooo, could you really?"

"No problem, Benjamin," Judy Hopps was telling him, "Chief Bogo gave Nick and me three days off until Monday, so I'm heading home to the Burrows for Carrot Days. Give me your size and I'll make sure you get one of those shirts."

They'd had plenty of time to get to the press-conference, and so the bunny had made a small detour on the way, stopping off at the reception desk to give Benjamin the news

"Don't forget the color," Nick Wilde reminded them both. He was leaning against the counter with an eyebrows raised, looking in Judy's direction. She was heading back to Bunnyburrows for the weekend? While that information was hardly a bombshell, it was news to him nonetheless. Sure, that's where her family was, and yes there was that Carrot-top festival, but other than that-why would anyone want to spend three days in a town where a big night was when the pop machine was working?

"Oh yeah, right." Clawhauser answered, fox an appreciative nod. "Red if they have any, otherwise black is fine. And I take a large-mammal tee in size TXL."

Judy's nose began to twitch.

"Size...TXL?"

The cheetah fidgeted with his fingers for a second and looked away.

"Uh...yeah, size Tentmaker, Extra Large."

Nick chewed on his lip to keep from laughing; Judy wouldn't speak to him for the rest of the day if he did. But when she answered the cheetah, it was obvious she was having at least as much trouble holding it in as he was; every second or third word she spoke was punctuated by a little spurt of air.

"Right...gst...in red...fsh...or black if...pss...they don't have red...gsst. Size XLT...kss-ssst."

"Ohhh, thank you SO much." Clawhauser answered, apparently unaware of her struggle, and then he leaned over the counter, lowering his voice.

"Hey, I bet you're wondering why the Chief took fursonal command of that diamond sting."

'We were, kind of," Nick answered him off-pawedly. In fact, just about every cop in the precinct had been offering theories about it all week. While Chief Bogo was known as a hooves-on kind of leader-a mammal who would never assign a task he wasn't willing to take on himself-actually running a street-level sting was a 'first-time-in-a-long-time' for that Cape buffalo.

Clawhauser looked left and right and then lowered his voice even further.

"Well, I can't tell you where I heard this, but his family-his extended family-comes from the same part of Afurica as most of those blood diamonds."

"Seriously?" Nick answered, pretending to look interested. In truth he found the cheetah's revelation to be something to be something of an anti-climax. While it certainly made sense from a logical point of view, it was only a partial explanation at best.

"Well, we better get going if we're going to make that press-conference Benjamin." Judy put in quickly, searching for a graceful exit. When Clawhauser was in 'gossip' mode he could be harder to break away from than one of those face-hugger bugs in the Feral's Duty game.

Fortunately, the obese cheetah hadn't quite yet reached that stage

"See you soon," he said, waving her and Nick on their way.

From Precinct One to City Hall, it was only a short stroll through Savanna Square Park; and so the fox and bunny decided to walk.

"So you're going home to visit your family over the weekend?" Nick Wilde asked, moving deftly out of the way for a skunk who was paying more attention to her cell phone than to where she was going.

"Oh you bet, Nick," Judy sounded almost as enthusiastic as Clawhauser had a moment ago, "I haven't been home for the Carrot Days festival since-oh, not since I started at the Police Academy."

She stopped walking suddenly with her ears raised in a 'V'; Nick knew what that meant, it was the Judy Hopps equivalent of a light-bulb going on over head.

"Uh, what is it Carrots?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know. The last time her ears had done that trick, he'd ended stuck on a zipline for alsmot three hours after his tail became caught in the pulley. (He'd lost a nice chunk of tail-fur, too.)

Judy turned to him and took hold of his arm.

"Say Nick, why don't you come with me?"

The red fox quietly turned his head aside, but made sure to keep her in his field of vision his wary expression concealed beneath a placid smile.

"Come...with you?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, giving his arm a little squeeze, "you've never been to the Carrot Days Festival, am I right?"

"Mmmmm, no," Nick admitted before adding silently, "No, and I'd rather watch PAINT dry."

"Then come on and come with me," Judy's eagerness had spiked an extra three notches, "It won't be any trouble, and I know we've got plenty of room."

"I-I don't know Carrots," Nick answered, looking this way and that as if a fly were buzzing around him, "I was kind of..."

"Kind of what, fox?" Judy's nose had begun to twitch. "I thought you said you didn't have anything going on this weekend."

"Well nooo," Nick conceded, drawing out the word. No he hadn't, and that was the general idea. After nearly a month of almost nonstop activity, the fox had planned to spend his time off doing three things, nothing, nothing, and sweet, blissful nothing.

He decided to try a different tack.

"Well, I don't know Carrots. Have you cleared this with your folks?"

She just waved a paw.

"On don't worry about that Nick; like I said, we have plenty of room. With 276 of us not counting Mom and Dad, we always make sure to have plenty of extra space. Trust me, it won't be any problem."

Nick bit his lip for a second. 276...in one burrow? Helllllp meeeeeee!

He knew what next to say, but not how to say it; only that it was going to have to be phrased very delicately.

"Well yes, but...you know Carrots, me being a fox and all..."

His words were cut off as Judy thumped her foot on the ground.

"Nicholas P. Wilde, you've met my parents lots of times, and you know perfectly well they're in business with a fox." Her eyes blinked and then tilted downwards while her mouth became a small inverted triangle, "If you don't WANT to come, just say so."

What Nick actually wanted to do was let out a world class fox-scream. Aggggh, grrrr, there it was, that hurt-little-bunny-girl expression she got sometimes. He had first seen it back in the Rainforest District, that time when Bogo had demanded her badge.

"Dang that rabbit, she KNOWS I can't say 'no' to her when she get like this."

He made hurried, placating gestures with his paws. "No, no Carrots, I do want to come with you, (about as much as I want a root canal!) I just...I'm sorry, I forgot all about Gideon Green..."

"Gideon Grey...!" Judy corrected him, thumping her foot.

"Grey, Green, Purple, whatever." Nick was waving his arms, "What's important is, if it's okay with your family, then heck yes, I want to come with you to the Carrot Days Festival." (He wondered if he was going to Hell for lying like that.) "And I really want to meet Gideon Grey," he added, and THAT much was the truth. Nick had long wanted to make acquaintances with this other fox who, like himself, had managed to turn his life around after getting off to a bad start.

"Great!' Judy answered, waving a paw towards the Zootopia Central Station, conveniently located on their left. "I'll get the tickets when we're done at City Hall and we'll meet back here at 7 for the early train."

"Sounds good." Nick answered, forcing a smile. 7 A.M., the early train; he should just go lay down on the tracks right now and get it over with.

When they reached the front steps of City Hall, Nick wondered for a moment if the conference hadn't been called off. There was a podium set up on the top tier all right, but where were the crowd-and the press? No wait, a few reporters could be seen milling around, a very few, about as many as might be expected to cover a nut-cracking competition.

"Look upon my works, ye mighty and despair," the red fox quoted dolefully to himself. Two years, even one year ago a Claudia Nizhang presser would have attracted a horde of spectators and a throng of reporters.

Not anymore; once considered a shoo-in to be the next mayor of Zootopia, Councilmember Nizhang would now be lucky even to hold on to her seat in the upcoming fall elections.

Nick glanced over at Judy and was unsurprised to see that the bunny's expression was even more depressed than his own. She had always held Claudia in particularly high esteem; most of the ZPD had back in the day, and many of them still did.

Councilmember Nizhang was one of their own, a highly decorated former Zoo York City Police detective, who'd retired from law enforcement after suffering a crippling wound in the infamous Finagles raid.

Claudia had come to the city a little more than two years ago, hoping to pursue a legal career. (She had earned her law degree but had yet to pass the bar.) Upon her arrival, she had settled in Old Growth City, Zootopia's temperate forest district, where she had family. Almost immediately the red panda had caught the attention of Rich Grillo, the district's City Council representative. Impressed by her background and her nimble mind, the Pudu deer had hired her on as his administrative assistant. At first it had been a routine job and Claudia had made no bones about the fact that she intended to move on as soon as she passed the bar exam.

Fate, however, had other plans; less than three months after Claudia took up her new position, the Savage Predator crisis erupted-and everything changed. The watershed day had begun the morning after Mayor Lionheart's arrest. Arriving at the office, the red panda had been stunned to discover that her boss had fled the city sometime during the night, leaving behind a district in turmoil. Prey animals were barricading themselves inside their homes, reams of anti-pred graffiti graced nearly every wall, and no predator dared to walk the streets alone. Already there had been instances of looting and on the south side of the district a black bear had almost been torched inside his den.

Claudia Nizhang had reacted in her customary manner; she had rolled up her sleeves and gotten to work. Her first order of business had been to make a speech, one that had particularly resonated with Judy Hopps. "That's what I should have said at that press conference." The bunny later told Nick.

"No one knows why these predators are going savage, but what we do know is that it's not happening through any fault of their own. No one is making themselves go savage, we mustn't forget that. To the prey species of Old Growth City I say, I know you're afraid, I'm afraid too; red pandas aren't exactly an apex species. But believe me, no one is more afraid right now then the predators of Zootopia. Yes they're afraid, afraid they might hurt someone close to them. That's the other thing to remember folks, these animals that have gone savage all have friends and family who love them and want them back."

It didn't work like a charm, but it was a good first step...and Claudia was just getting started. Next she introduced a savage behavior watch program, insisting that it be run by entirely predators. It was a brilliant tactic. Seeing the preds of Old Growth City willingly policing their own, the prey species began to cut them a little slack. As for the predators themselves, being minded by their own kind quashed any sort of sense that they were being discriminated against.

In the days that followed, Claudia was a dynamo. She had flyers printed up, ("What to do if you see an animal having a savage episode." "What to do if you think you're having a savage episode", etc.') She started a crisis help line, she set up a series of 'panic shelters' where the citizens could take cover in the event of a savagery episode; she also hosted a weekly web-forum where predators and prey alike could safely come together to discuss the crisis. The animals of the district quickly responded, and even more quickly the tensions began to decrease. One thing that helped immensely was the fact of Claudia's species. While red pandas are technically predators, their diet is mostly herbivorous, so much so that they are sometimes mistaken for prey species. As a result, both sides came to trust her.

The turnaround didn't happen overnight, but in the end, Claudia's efforts paid off; while the rest of city slipped further and further into chaos, Old Growth City remained, as ZNN reporter Fabienne Growley put it, "an island of stability in a sea of troubles."

When the crisis finally ended, Claudia Nizhang emerged swiftly as one the city's heroes. Old Growth City had held up better than any of the other districts in the midst of the emergency and it had all been thanks to her. (Dawn Bellwether had certainly thought so; while publicly she had backed Claudia's actions to the hilt, in private she had put the red panda on her hit parade, a fact confirmed by her hench-rams Jesse and Woolter following their arrest.) And in the special election that followed, Claudia was elected to replace her boss by an overwhelming majority. (Richard Grillo had been summarily ejected from his seat on the City Council for abandoning his post; ironically, it had been Bellwether's last official act as Mayor.)

With Bellwether out, the next in line for the Mayor's office had been Zootopia City Manager Chuck Ziegler, a zebra so indecisive-so the joke went-he couldn't order coffee without changing his order at least ten times. That was Claudia Nizhang's opportunity and she took it, within a month of her election, she had become the dominant force on the Zootopia City Council, successfully pushing one measure after another through the assembly. Her crowning achievement had been the rescue of the moribund Zootopia Academy for the Performing Arts, which had finally opened the previous September.

But by then her star had already begun to fade.

It had begun with the arrival of Aker Correctional Corporation, a division of the Aker Group which had its headquarters in the city. A.C.C., a private correctional firm, was then in charge of both the Zoo York and Zoo Jersey state prison systems, and now they proposed to take over Zootopia Youth Corrections as well. Most of the City Council members had been amenable to the idea, not only would it save a lot of money, no one could deny Aker Correctional's phenomenal success rate. One glaring exception to the rule had been councilmember Claudia Nizhang, who had been foursquare against the proposal. This time however, she had bitten off more than she could chew; Aker had the money, they had the connections, and most of all they had their track record. At every single one of their correctional facilities, the past year had seen a remarkable decrease in the level of violence; there'd been fewer fights, fewer incidents with correctional officers, and practically no escape attempts. Even more impressive, the Aker facilities had also seen a sharp drop in the recidivism rate, the percentage of inmates who return to a life of crime following their release into society. In both Zoo York and Zoo Jersey, A.C.C.'s recidivism numbers had declined so dramatically, it had affected the overall crime statistics.

And so the proposal had passed-by only the slimmest of margins, but still it had passed.

And with its passage, Claudia Nizhang's downfall had begun. From practically the moment Aker took over Zootopia Youth Corrections, things had begun to improve, and even more significantly than they had back east. Claudia had been proven wrong-and now her enemies on the council saw their chance, and went after her hammer and tongs, with much of the media joining in. One particularly vicious foe was a popular local radio and TV talk show host, a hyrax who went by the name of Rock Hardesty. Hardesty soon began referring to Claudia as The Wicked Witch of the East, a none-too-subtle reminder that the red panda was not a native of Zootopia. When Aker floated a proposal to take control of the entire Zootopia Correctional System, it passed with only a single dissenting vote; the most that Claudia had been able to get was keeping the City Jail under ZPD control. That had been what Hardesty later gleefully referred to as "the final nail in the witch's coffin." Once the brightest star in City Hall, she was now written off by most mammals as a crank and a carpetbagger.

And yet even her darkest moments, the red panda refused to throw in the towel-and there were the podium and microphones to prove it. Whatever else her problems, Nick had to give Claudia Nizhang points for determination, if nothing else.

Judy tapped him on the arm.

"Look, there's our other guys."

Nick followed her gaze, and saw standing beside the podium were Officer Sam Simmers and Officer Sandy Franklin, a giant eland. It made sense; Franklin and Simmers were there in case there was trouble with any larger species, if any smaller mammals decided to cause trouble, he and Judy would handle it.

Not that that the Chief was expecting any serious trouble, Sam Simmers presence here was proof of that. When Bogo had tried to give him the day off, the bear had insisted on coming in to work. "It's just few scratches, is all." Eventually the Chief had relented-a rarity for him-but with the condition that Simmers remain on light duty for the remainder of the work-week.

It was Sandy Franklin who spotted them first. "Yo fox, yo rabbit. You got this gig too, huh?"

Her tone of voice was anything but miserable. More than likely, Sandy was proud to be here; heck, she'd probably volunteered for the job. A former correctional officer like Claire Swinton, she didn't like Aker any more than the pig-cop did-or Councilmember Claudia Nizhang.

And speak of the red panda, at that moment, the doors to City Hall swung open and Claudia Nizhangb burst through into the sunlight.

For a mammal only able to walk with the aid of a cane and a knee brace, she was a remarkably spry red panda; the marmot accompanying her was barely able to keep up, much less offer any assistance.

Moving swiftly to the lectern, Claudia just as swiftly discovered that it was head too tall for her size.

"Someone did that on purpose!' Judy grumbled under her breath, and Nick thought that probably she was right. This was just the kind of petty indignity to which Claudia Nizhang was being constantly subjected these days.

"You think?" the red fox answered muttering scornfully out the side of his mouth, "Honestly Carrots, what the heck is this, City Hall or the Seventh Grade?"

"No kidding," the bunny answered with an angry thump of her foot.

And so the conference was delayed for ten minutes while someone fetched a step stool. In the interim Nick took the opportunity to study Claudia Nizhang, whom he had never seen in the flesh and fur before.

Except for the cane, you would never know that she was a retired police officer; Claudia's build was lean and hard-wired with not an ounce of fat to spare. (She was rumored to hold a Master's rank in not one but two martial arts disciplines.) For all that, she had lost none of her femininity...or the sardonic air that seemed to hover about the red panda like an aura wherever she went. She was dressed as usual in a khaki pants suit with a pair of aviator sunglasses sun-glasses perched atop her head, a constant reminder to all and sundry of her law enforcement background.

When her aide finally returned with the stool, Claudia climbed aboard, tapped the mikes to check for feedback and then began to speak.

"Ladies and Gentlemammals, and members of the press, thank you for coming out on such short notice today." She paused for a second and then continued.

"I'd be lying if I tried to pretend my credibility hasn't taken a hit." She started to say, and that was as far as she got before the first heckler interrupted her.

"Darn right, carpetbagger!"

"Go back to Zoo York, Fursula!" someone else shouted; a rodent judging by the pitch of their voice.

Claudia ignored them both.

"But last night, at an executive session of the Zootopia City Council something occurred that I feel deserves to be brought to the immediate attention of the mammals of this city."

"You announced your resignation?" someone catcalled, and there was laughter and a ripple of applause.

That was too much for Sandy Franklin. She stepped up beside the red panda and pointed into the knot of onlookers.

"All right, that's enough."

Nobody answered, but Nick caught a glimpse of lynx in a hoodie backing away from the City Hall steps-paws raised in an exaggerated gesture of innocence.

Once again, Claudia waited for the hubbub to die down before resuming, but this time when she tried to speak, a squeal of feedback burst from the PA, causing several of the onlookers to clasp their heads, including both Nick and Judy.

"What happened?" Judy asked she straightened up again.

"Someone messed with the sound, that's what!" Sandy Franklin was almost livid.

Yes, they had, but it was not whom the eland thought. Almost at once a voice rang out from the direction of the City Hall entrance-way.

"Councilmember Nizhang!"

Nick and Judy turned to see several animals coming through the door, a reindeer, a tree kangaroo and a muskrat. The fox recognized them at once; they were Sven Kristoff, Jake Marahute, and Ray Louis, the council members who represented Tundratown, Outback Island, and The Canal District respectively. Kristofferson was clearly the leader, and as he strode in the direction of the lectern he was waving a document back and forth. It reminded Nick of a shaman trying to ward off evil spirits.

"Councilmember Nizhang," the reindeer repeated, raising his voice so that he could be heard by the reporters and spectators as well as the red panda. "By order of the Superior Court of the City of Zootopia, you are hereby directed to cease and desist immediately with this press conference."

Claudia just leaned an elbow on the podium, regarding the reindeer with an air of, 'What took you so long?"

"I presume that's the court order you have in your hoof there." she said, holding out her paw to the reindeer. Kristofferson responded by slapping the paper into her grip as if laying down four aces, an overly dramatic gesture that made Nick Wilde want to shake his head and caused Judy to roll her eyes.

Claudia Nizhang only studied the document with an insouciant expression.

"Hmmm, signed off by the honorable Judge George Schatten I see. Why does that not surprise me?"

Nick Wilde felt his eyebrows lifting. That name, where had he heard it before? He couldn't remember. , but wherever he'd heard it, his neck fur was spiking and his ears lying flat.

In the meantime, Claudia was offering the papers back to Sven Kristofferson.

"Sorry, I forgot my reading glasses. Why exactly am I being served with this order?"

Judy sniggered and Kristofferson's nostrils flared; the red panda knew perfectly well what the court-order said but she was going to make him say it.

He did, but now he dropped all pretense of formality.

"All right, fine. Let's cut to the chase, Claudia. That meeting last night was confidential, meaning not for public consumption, meaning YOU don't come out here and start blabbing it to the press."

Nick laid his paw across his eyes, stifling a groan. Making a statement like that in front of a gaggle of reporters was like dumping a quart of honey on the ground in front of a beehive. THIS was the best that Tundratown could do for a council representative? Sure enough, when the red fox looked again, every member of the press in attendance was scribbling rapidly in a notebook; the reindeer had definitely gotten their attention.

Claudia Nizhang either didn't notice or was too hacked off to care.

"The mammals of Zootopia have the right to know what went on at that meeting." She declared in a tone of righteous indignation. "And why was it held in closed session anyway?"

"Get down off the podium, Nizhang, an' right now." It was Jake Marahute.

The red panda wheeled on him moving with surprising speed for a mammal with a damaged leg.

"Since when do YOU give me orders?" she snapped.

"I don't," the tree kangaroo shot back, folding his arms "It's the Superior Court of Zootopia issued that order wan' it?"

"The court has no right to do this." Claudia tapped the podium with an angry finger. "The sunshine laws specifically state..."

"Repealed last year Sheila, try to keep up." Marahute cut her off, sneering,

Claudia's face darkened and her voice became a white hiss

"Yes, in a motion that was rammed through a council session after midnight...with no debate."

"We may discuss that at another time and place," Ray Louis spoke up for the first time, "What matters now is, are you prepared to comply with the order of the court, Ms. Nizhang?" the muskrat demanded in a proper bayou drawl.

"You're making a big mistake, all of you." Claudia was seething, "I know where this will lead us, I was there!" She slapped at her knee brace with her cane, raising her voice, "And I won't see what happened in Finagles happen HERE!"

"That's enough Claudia." Sven Kristofferson said, coming as close to a snarl as was possible for his species. "One more word out of you and I'll have you arrested for contempt of a court order." And to Nick Wilde's horror, the reindeer turned and beckoned him and Judy forward with a crooked finger.

"So much for the cakewalk." The red fox heard himself muttering as the two of them started towards the podium. Glancing sideways, he saw Judy was tight-lipped and forcing herself to move; it was exactly how he felt. Over on the other side of the podium, Sandy Franklin seemed to be barely restraining herself, while Sam Simmers was wearing an expression that spoke volumes. "I could have stayed home today, but noooooooo..."

It was Judy who delivered the message when they reached the lectern, swallowing deeply before speaking. "Councilmember Nizhang, please get down from there. We don't want to have to..."

"That won't be necessary, Officer Hopps, Officer Wilde," the red panda interrupted wearily, surprising Nick and Judy by recognizing them, "I'll comply with order."

She hopped down from the podium, landing lightly on her feet, and turning her face away from the other council members. As Claudia straightened up again, her ears were wilting and her tail was lying limply on the ground.

...which made the expression on her face all the more puzzling to Nick Wilde; now she looked like the one who had just laid down four aces.

At the edge of the crowd, a young silver fox was sipping through a straw, watching as the mammals gathered in front of Zootopia City Hall began to disperse.

He had come here to grab a blackberry smoothie before heading on home, not to listen to Claudia Nizhang's speech, (or press conference, or whatever. the heck it was.) and at first, he'd paid scant attention to the events on the City Hall steps; like most kids his age he had little interest in politics.

But when she'd mentioned Finagles-and told the others she'd BEEN there, that was when the young fox began to pay full attention. And now he remembered her.

She'd been one of Pennanti's crew, The Full House, the guys who'd gotten Danny and Kieran out of Finagles' Dance Club alive, the only members of The Company to survive the raid

He knew what he had to do, slip a note under her office door, "I was at Finagles, too. I know what happened. You're right. Meet me at..." No, that wouldn't work she'd think it was prank or maybe even a set up.

Unless he included a detail that only someone who had been there could have known about; yeah, that would do it. Tell her about the room where he'd lived, the cops had never been able to figure out what it was used for; (the fire had completely gutted it.) And though its existence had made it into the police report-and later the Circle's database-the information had never been released for public consumption. If he included that detail, she'd believe him.

Except there wouldn't be any details, because there wouldn't be any note.

Because if he was wrong and if he couldn't trust her, he'd be on a plane back to Jersey and Granite Point so fast, he'd never know what hit him.

And that was a risk he was NEVER going to take.

He tossed his cup into a nearby wastebasket, and then turned and headed back to Zootopia Central Station.

High over the city in the downtown district, a dark figure was clutching a cell phone in his paw, gripping it so tightly, little hairline cracks were beginning to streak across the crystal face.

For a short moment he listened, and then he spoke just three words, enunciating each one as if he were stapling it to a bulletin board.

"He...did...WHAT?"

He listened again for a minute, eyes closed, breathing in fire bellows cadence. When he opened them and spoke again, his voice was like a safety valve blowing off excess steam.

"Very well," he said, "now listen carefully. I want you to get Councilmember Kristofferson on the line-I don't care how you do it-and inform him that I expect him inside my office within the hour." He closed his eyes again and took another deep breath, "Or else-and I want him told this very specifically-his next job with the city of Zootopia will be as CHIEF SEWER INSPECTOR!"

The animal's voice had risen to almost a scream on the last three words, but now it dropped back down to room temperature. "Did you get that? Good. See to it immediately."

He disconnected without waiting for a reply.

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This is the first episode from the revised Fire Triangle that is not a rewrite from the first version, but an original work. This is where the story will be going for the foreseeable future; as result it will be a little further between updates than before.

The Easter Eggs include references to The Rescuers Down Under, The Princess and the Frog, and Frozen. There's also one that's a Quadruple Easter Egg, referring to A. Watchmen, B. Breaking Bad, C. Alien Covenant D. A young fox in a webcomic.