Fire. Explosions. Every second blood-curdling screams arose from the dying planet's surface. A young red vixen ran as fast as her legs would carry her to a grass hut amidst the burning village. Some huts had burned to the ground, but others, and very few others, still stood.
"Mama!" She yelled. No answer. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"D- daddy?... MAMA!? DADDY!? WHERE ARE YOU!"
She looked around her like a caged animal. The planet was dissapearing rapidly, it was evident she wouln't survive, but her mother and father...

"Hello, Marcus," greeted the doctor. A bright blue vulpine took the racon's extended hand and firmly shook it. But he saw something in the docter's eye.
"Marcus, I... well it LOOKS like you could of prevented the injuries the victim substained."
"Doc, i'm a mercenary, we shoot BAD GUYS. Bad guys that DESERVE to be shot and taught a lesson, and bad guys who aren't innocent."
"She had no weapons on her Marcus!"
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"It's ALWAYS, 'shoot now, ask questions later!'"
Marcus brushed by the docter and walked down the hall, and the physician massaged his forhead in frustration.
Marcus turned to the right and a few more steps brought him to room 908. He quietly peeped inside the room to get a good look at her.
She was lying very still, hooked up to numerous medical machines and devices because of the deep laser wounds and her broken shoulder.
She had what could of been glossy, smooth coat of russet red fur, if it hadn't been matted and tangled from fighting. Her eyes were closed and her dark red hair was im a limp side ponytail, leaving the shorter front layers loose and framimg her pale face.
"She can't be more than 17," Marcus thought, puzzled. "Why would a girl like her be in with Dash Bowman? His team is rough and crude and I cannot see them hiring a girl to help with dirty work..."
He sat down in a chair and stared at her thoughfully. Here was a mystery. Who WAS she?