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Eagle Flight by Raven Fox: Earths' first spacecraft is on its maiden voyage when an unknown race takes the planet Earth from orbit. A side effect is the spaceship being transported to an unknown planet.

Prologue, five years before the start of the mission. Skies north of the United States border, a flight of F-22s.

Major Mark J. Jefferson looked at the LCD screen showing the flight of enemy aircraft heading to the United States. The image is not being emitted by his aircraft radar system due to the enemy aircraft can pin point his aircraft position. Currently, the F-22 is receiving the radar image from an AWAC aircraft which is a modified Boeing 767. He scrutinized the blips and keyed his radio., “Flight, this is lead, I read ten Mig 29s heading toward us, arm missiles."

“Rodger lead, Foxhound is arming missiles." Replied his wingman.

“Wolf lead, this is Flack bait, arming missiles." Replied another member flying another F-22.

“Wolf lead, this is Spymaster. I read twelve, I repeat twelve enemy Mig 29s one hundred miles from your position." Said a controller on the AWAC aircraft.

Inside the F-22, the human male with dark brown hair with hazel eyes looked at the radar blips getting closer. He ran the specs of the Mig 29 in his head. The Russian built planes are not being piloted by Russians, but being piloted by military members of the country of @#$%^&* that suffered a military coup. In the last six months, the military has been doing hit and run attacks in the northern part of the United States and Canada. (Authors note: I am not naming a country or making one up for this story.)

Minutes later.

“Dam, this guy knows how to fly." Mark said to himself getting close to a Mig. The enemy fighter did avoidance maneuvers to keep him getting a missile lock. He toggled to guns and pressed the trigger. In the front of the fighter, the M61A2 Vulcan 20 mm cannon fired causing the Mig to come apart as the shells shredded the fighter.

Minutes later, the aerial dogfight wound down resulting two of the enemy aircraft to bug out with the lost of one F-22 with two others damaged.

Mark stretched his neck by rolling his head due to the Scorpion HMCS helmet he is wearing. He glances at the LCD screens at the avionics panel in front of him. Minutes later, his headset blares., “Lead flight, this is Castle, stand down from hostilities. Cease fire has been put in effect, authentication B V H 7 9 5 X H D, call sign STAND DOWN."

The human male in the lead F-22 toggled the master arm switch to the off position and called the other F-22s to stand down. A few minutes later, the flight of F-22s turned south to their bases.

A few hours later, an Air Force base.

The Major climbed down from his F-22 doing a post flight inspection to look for any loose fittings or leaks. After the inspection seeing no defects of his aircraft, he accidentally bumped into his commanding officer., “Oops, sorry sir, I was just doing a check on my fighter sir." Mark said giving the Colonel a crisp salute.

The older human male with graying hair looked the Major over. Colonel Stricker liked this pilot a lot and always heard good performance evaluation reports from Marks' superiors., “He's up for Lt. Colonel, now he has a very good chance at that rank getting now. Heard that he has six confirmed kills in this latest skirmish. Got to tell him the good news." He thought to himself.

The pilot stayed quiet and at attention looking at the squadron commander.

“At ease Major, I am here to let you know that your application to join the astronaut corps has been approved. A week from now you will be transferred to Houston to start training. Just want to say, congratulations and good job at the northern border." The Colonel said and walked away after saluting the pilot.

During the time his commanding officer talked to him, he kept his professional demeanor by doing his neutral expression. After the Colonel turned and left, Mark grinned and said., “YES!" Pumping his right fist.

Five years later, Kennedy Space Center.

Mark looked at the spacecraft parked at its area. The liquid helium formed a fog around the craft giving it a look of a bomber in fog bank. He looked at the large spacecraft admiring it seeing the lines of the XB-70 Valkyrie it's based from. Being an exotic aircraft admirer, the male human felt his hands itching to take this lovely craft for a flight. But Mark already took the spacecraft on numerous test flights to get it certified for carrying Astronauts into space. He remembered the high altitude flights and suborbital ones., “In one week, I will be piloting this beauty with four other crewmembers for a one week mission along with docking with ISS." The human thought to himself taking one last look of the spacecraft and walked away.

One of the team members putting cooling for the reactor test saw the Lt. Colonel looking at the spacecraft while she filled the coolant system. Lynn knew Mark and knew the unclassified parts of his Air Force record. The human female shuddered remembering enemy pilots describing the Lt. Colonels' combat flying skills., “The ones' who survived an encounter with him and managed to eject." She thought to herself looking at the gauges showing helium pressure. Lynn went back to think of Mark again remembering her friend who worked at the last base the Lt. Colonel was stationed at telling her that part his record is sealed. She watched as he walked away admiring his lean build disappearing around a building., “Walks like a feline, like a predator, he reminds me of a panther." The human female thought to herself making a note to ask him out when he returns from this upcoming mission.

The Lt. Colonel ran the upcoming mission in his head as he walked to his B.O.Q. Opening the main door, Mark relaxed passing the guard at the entrance showing his id card. He saw the Air Force SSgt gave him a nod and salute as he walked by., “At least my fellow Air Force comrades aren't intimidated when they see me. Those Navy and Marines look at me and think that I'll kill them in a sneaky way. I can't help it that the Air Force has half of service record sealed, but I seen stuff at area 51 that will turn a Navy seals' shit white." The human thought to himself as he walked to his room.

The Air Force Ssgt relaxed after the Lt. Colonel walked by. He saw the sealed parts of the Lt. Colonels' service record due to security clearance and admired what Mark did for his country., “He deserves this assignment for all the different assignments he has been through." The human male thought to himself as he resumed his watch.

Relaxing at a desk, Mark read the upcoming mission briefing folder. He ran the specs of the spacecraft Eagle. The spacecraft is larger in size of the XB-70 aircraft it's based off of. Instead of six engines, the Eagle has eight. Four of the engines are regular high bypass turbo fan jet engines four times more powerful than the aircraft engines made in the 1960s. The other four are rocket engines fueled by a reaction in the reactor. Eagle has a lightweight skin covered with a special skin coating protecting the craft from atmosphere reentry instead of thousands of heat resistant tiles like the shuttle that was retired back in 2011.

The male human continued reading the folder remembering the test flights of the Eagle with a grin. He finished reading the folder committed the contents to memory remembering what parts of the Eagle were from area 51., “Engine design, the skin of the craft and avionics." Mark thought to himself remembering his assignment to area 51. A few hours later, the male human went to sleep.

One week later.

The white colored craft sat at the end of the runway. White fog emanated from the hose fittings attached to the craft to fill it with coolant for its reactor. Minutes later, techs disconnected the hoses from the tank and walked away from the craft.

Inside the spacecraft, five humans sat at their seats, four men and one woman. At the pilots' seat, Mark read the check list checking the status of the reactor parameters on the LCD screens. Looking to his left, the human looked at the mission commander Captain Jack Hendricks talking on the radio.

Minutes later, Jack looked at his pilot grinning., “Ten minutes to take off."

Mark nodded professionally still doing the checks.

The mission commander stayed calm and glanced back at the other three crewmembers and back to his pilot. He liked his pilot and heard about Marks' combat record in the Air Force., “The unclassified parts, but parts of his service record are sealed. I got a good reason why parts are sealed." Jack thought to himself knowing a few reasons why a service members' record will be sealed. He is a Navy Captain and has a high security clearance, but his pilots' security clearance is higher than his.

Behind the commander and pilot, Bran, Lyod and Mary sat in their pressure suits. Minutes ago, they heard the GE 4300 jet engines start up adding to the noise in the craft.

“Eagle, this is control, you are go for take off." Said the controller.

Jack watched as Mark shoved a set of throttles to take off power. He watched as the runway streaked by. Seconds later, the commander replied., “V 1 rotate."

Mark pulled back on his control stick feeling the nose lift off the runway. He adjusted the trim of the craft setting the assent angle. Grinning in his mask, the male human adjust the throttles watching the altitude readout.

At fifty thousand feet, the four rocket engines started pinning the five humans in their seats. Mark shut off the jet engines and throttled up the rocket engines.

In the commanders' seat, Jack watched the sky changed colors to black. The commander replied., “Crew do your post ascend inspection and checks. In five days, we'll be docking with the ISS."

Mark nodded and shut off the rocket engines securing the reactor locking the atmosphere control surfaces and energized the OMS systems. Glancing at the LCD screens, the male human checked the spacecraft parameters., “All systems show green, we can remove our helmets." He said looking at his commander who nodded. The rest of the crew removed their helmets and stowed them.

The crew relaxed in the spacecraft and removed their pressure suits and started their routines. Crewmembers unbuckled their harnesses and went to their stations. Experiments started and the pilots checked the spacecraft systems.

One day later, high orbit over Earth.

Jack is standing his shift monitoring the life support systems. Turning his head, the male human glanced at the planet Earth below his spacecraft. He loved this view when something caught his eye. A whitish blue speck appeared, then a flash as something appeared., “Mark, get up here, something just appeared off starboard."

The Lt. Colonel floated up looking at the area studying it. Another blue white flash and others., “Shit, I've never seen anything like this." A memory tugged at his mind of his assignment at area 51 seven years ago when he first got his Major leafs. He studied the objects and then all of a sudden there is a brilliant white flash.

The mission commander blinked his eyes as they recovered from the white flash. After his eyes cleared, a sight horrified him., “Where is the Earth?" Mark asked his pilot.

“I don't know sir, all the satellites and the planet is gone. What can cause this?" He replied looking to the right seeing the Earths' moon in the view. Then the pilot realized that since there is no Earth gravity, the Eagle and the moon is now drifting in the void of space. Mark ran numbers in his head and glance at the LCD readouts., “We'll starve before the air runs out." He thought to himself looking at his commander., “Sir, I hate to say this, we're up shit creek without a paddle." The human said to his commander.

Jack looked at the view of the moon and something caught his eye., “Colonel, there's another of those weird objects."

The pilot looked at the object seeing the cylinder shape with antennas at each end. Its three thousand feet in front of the spacecraft. He went to move a control to slow the Eagle down, but the object flash white.

Low orbit, over a planet.

Romanov is in a bad situation, looking at the readouts at the control panel in front of him., “I'll be dead in a couple of hours. But I'll vent the atmosphere and punch a hole in my suit before I run out of air. Heard that that's a horrible way to die, rather die of an explosive decompression then claw at my throat out gasping for air." The male anthropomorphic raccoon thought to himself.

The space capsule piloted by the raccoon had a fuel cell explode due to a short. Right now there is low power and no propulsion and the capsule is now a dead hulk.

A flash of white got the raccoons' attention making him turn his head., “Now what!" He yelled to himself watching the area and a white object started heading to him. As the object grew closer details came clearer., “What the hell is that thing?!" Romanov said to himself as it grew closer.

Spacecraft Eagle.

“That looks like an old Gemini capsule." Said Loyd looking at the capsule in front of them. The male human examined the capsule with a expert eye and saw a large hole where the fuel cells are at., “Sir, that capsule is a hulk, see that hole, that's where the capsule gets' power for it's' systems. We can grab it and put it in our cargo bay, the ship can handle the weight." He saw the crews' expressions., “Look, our planet vanished and somehow we end up at a world that is still using space capsules for space travel. We have limited supplies on board with no planet and we can use some friends."

Jack nodded in agreement and ordered., “Open cargo bay doors and ready the arm."

Orbiting capsule.

The raccoon watched the spacecraft approaching his capsule. Fear gripped his gut as the back opened and something looking like poles appeared. Romanov watched in fascination as a end went close to his capsule and it shuddered. He felt a weird feeling as his capsule maneuvered into the large white craft.

“Got it, I am putting it in the cargo bay right now." Replied Bran manipulating the arm watching the capsule going into the bay.

Mark watched through the window seeing the capsule settling in the bay. He had his EVA suit on pre breathing oxygen to get rid of the nitrogen in his blood stream. The human is now in the airlock getting ready to go to the capsule., “The last time I saw something like this was at Dayton Ohio at the museum." Mark thought to himself knowing it will be five more minutes before the nitrogen is flushed from his blood.

In the capsule, the raccoon felt his capsule settle. The strange thing stowed itself and the inside started to darken. Romanov looked up seeing the doors closing, a few minutes later the doors touched making the space dark. The only light he knew was the dim glow of his dying instrument panel light. Bright light startled the raccoon making him look, the inside of the place the capsule is in is bright with light. At a wall, a door opened and a bulky white figure floated to the capsule., “So they look like me, but why is the space suit white?" He thought to himself.

In the cargo bay, Mark used his MMU unit to keep him floating to the cargo bay doors. To keep from losing point of reference, the male human kept his eyes on the gun metal gray colored capsule in front of him. He made it to the capsule in a few minutes and looked at a hatch. It opened and a short figure wearing a grey and red colored space suit got out of the capsule. Mark handed a tether line to the figure gesturing a D-ring on his suit. He watched as the shorter figure snapped the tether to his own suit and did a gesture. The human male went back to the airlock.

Romanov let the strange being lead him to a door. The raccoon turned his body to look back at his dead capsule. For some reason, he is given a second chance at life. Minutes ago, he had less than two hours of life left before he would have died of suffocation. A minute later, Romanov found himself in a small room lit with a bright light. Strange sound gotten the raccoon attention making him look., “They are aliens!" He thought to himself watching the figure remove the helmet seeing his first human.

Mark removed his helmet and looked at the figure with the silver tinted visor looking at him. A second later, hands removed the helmet and the human saw his first anthropomorphic raccoon. He didn't panic due to his years at area 51, he did hear some rumors of what life looks like on other inhabited worlds. Mark knew of three different races and one of them is suspect of Earths' disappearance., “I hope you understand what I am saying to you."

“I understand you alien." Said the raccoon.

“I am a human and there are four more of us on this ship. We might be advanced more than you, but we're going to need your help." Said the human to the raccoon reeling that a trillionth of a chance, these raccoons spoke the same language as him. He opened the airlock and gestured the raccoon to follow him in the Eagle.

It took a minute for Romanov to regain his composure taking in the inside of this craft his is now in. After another minute of calming himself, he spoke., “I am grateful in the rescue, can you show me your communication setup?" The raccoon asked watching the looks of the humans.

Jack recovered first and showed the raccoon to a console. It amazed him that being knew how to set the proper frequency.

“Fle um control, this is Explorer 1, do you read?" Asked Romanov and released the transmit button.

A few seconds later, a voice answered., “Explorer 1, this is Fle um control. You sound good for someone we lost contact to."

The raccoon talked on the communication system for a few minutes. He listen for a minute and talked again, a minute later, the voice replied., “Eagle one, in two hours, you'll be at a re entry window to have you land your craft at one of our air bases. It does have a twelve thousand foot long runway, it's the longest runway we have."

Jack talked to the com system and ordered his crew to suit up. He saw Romanov sit himself at an extra seat. Mark strapped the raccoon onto the seat and settled himself in the pilots' seat., “Now comes the wait for the window, glad that we're trained in reentry with out a data link from ground." The commander thought to himself watching his pilot readied the Eagle for reentry.

Ninety minutes later.

Mark did his reentry check for the second time making sure that all systems were ready. He looked back noting that the crew members plus their newest addition had their helmets on. The pilot did one more EVA in the cargo bay to secure the raccoons' capsule to keep it from shifting in the cargo bay. Mark noted that Romanov has his helmet on with the visor up.

Minutes later.

“All crew members lower visors and check oxygen supply." Ordered Jack lowering his visor.

At the pilots' station, Mark grinned as the orange colored plasma storm engulfed the Eagle. Outside the spacecraft, the special skin protected the composite airframe of the spacecraft. For some reason in the law of physics, the molecules that caused surfaces to heat up when entering a planets' atmosphere slid off the skin of the Eagle not generating friction. If anybody touched the outer skin of the spacecraft at the current moment, the skin of the spacecraft will be cold to the touch. Unknown to the Eagle crew, they were being watched.

Cloaked fighter following the Eagle.

The blonde colored female Afghan hound turned her craft following the large spacecraft following it's every move. She read the readout of her scanners studying the readout with interest., “Those humans have perfected that skin they salvaged from race 8472. I wonder what their reaction will be when they find out the race that taken their planet looks like horses." Chrissie thought to herself keying her radio. “Base ship, this is scout, A Earth craft rescued that raccoon capsule. The Earth craft is entering the planetary atmosphere."

“Scout ship, you know that the equine race has just taken the Planet Earth from its orbit. It appears that one of their transport satellites malfunctioned transporting that Earth craft here. They were lucky that they ended up here instead where their planet ended up at. Follow the craft and await further orders" Said a voice in the radio.

Chrissie watched the fire dissipate and the normal sky appeared watching the wing tips move down slowing the craft., “You guys are lucky that you ended up here instead where your planet is at. I think that some of the males who have feelings for female anthro horses wouldn't mind their new profession. I like how you Earthlings rescued that raccoon, good job and choice." The Afghan thought to herself knowing that she couldn't do the rescue or she would have gotten in a lot of trouble.

An airstrip on the planet.

Military vehicles are parked near the long runway, groups of anthro raccoons looked at the blue sky. One male in civilian clothing walked to one of the uniform raccoons., “General Bry, what's the ETA of this space plane that rescued our capsule?"

The military personal looked at his watch and at the sky., “Should be intercepted by one of fighters in a minute and will be landing in ten minutes." He looked at the civilian., “Do you have the personal to talk to these Humans and study this craft Brandon?"

Brandon nodded., “We have representatives of aircraft and rocket companies standing by. Romanov told us that the skin of this craft is smooth and white in color. I am surprised that he is coherent after what happen, also the manufacturer of the capsule is standing by to take the capsule for study to find out what went wrong with it."

Bry look at the sky again replying., “After this, I don't think we will be using capsules after today. These humans just made your space capsules obsolete."

The civilian raccoon nodded in agreement and looked at the sky.

A air defense fighter flying a search pattern.

The female raccoon turned her head looking for a large white plane. Her orders were to intercept and escort the craft to base., “Look for a very big white craft and escort it to base."

Spacecraft Eagle altitude 60,000 feet.

“Altitude 60 angles, starting jet engines." Replied Mark moving controls. A few things happen real quick, first, the large intake opened forcing air thru the large turbo fan engines. The avionics unlocked the control surfaces and feed fuel to the jet engines. Inside the cockpit, the pilot flipped the switches that ignited the engines. At this point, the Eagle was going below the speed of sound which meant Mark did a windmill start of the engines.

The male human nodded when the readouts showed the engines operating at normal parameters., “Commander, all four engines at operating at normal parameters."

Jack nodded and looked at the reading for the inside of the craft., “All crew members, open visors. We're to find one of their fighters and follow it to this airbase."

Stealth fighter following the Eagle.

Chrissie watched the white colored vapor exited four of the eight exhaust nozzles. The canine shook he head., “Still depend on jet engines, to bad that the craft you humans got from race 8472 engine section from was destroyed beyond reverse engineering." She watched as a fighter pulled alongside the Earth craft., “Base ship, a fighter just intercepted the Earth craft."

“Scout ship, follow and tell us of what happens." Said a voice.

Fighter along the Eagle, altitude 40,000 feet.

“Ground this Tango, I have Earth craft in sight. This plane is huge! I got to keep a distance, I am getting buffeting from the wake vortex." Said the pilot.

“Tango, this is ground, get further away and move more to the front. That should cut down on that turbulence." Said the ground controller.

The female raccoon moved her fighter forward and her fighter smoothed out. She looked the craft over wishing that she was inside such a craft. Aisha loved aircraft since she was young kit., “Dam, Romanov is lucky to be on that craft, I wish I was in it." The raccoon said to herself looking at the Earth craft.

Eagle.

Mark looked to his right seeing a dark blue fighter flying along side the Eagle., “Commander, our escort just showed up. Looks like a F-14 Tomcat A model. Looks like no RIO in the backseat."

Jack craned his neck to look over his pilot to see the fighter. He never had a chance to fly that aircraft due to the Earth version being retired in 2006., “Maybe, I'll get a chance to ride in the RIO seat."

Raccoon fighter.

Aisha gestured the craft to follow her to base and nodded when the large white plane followed her fighter. She grinned in her oxygen mask feeling excitement hoping for a chance to check out the craft following her to base., “I hope to get a chance to take a ride on that craft." The raccoon wondered seeing the base in the distance.

Air base.

Bry looked at the sky and grinned., “I see it, our fighter is escorting it. Try contacting it."

Eagle.

“Eagle, this is base, com check." Said the radio.

Jack nodded and keyed the system., “Base this is Eagle, have your fighter do a check after we lower our landing gear."

Fighter.

The female raccoon watched as the landing gear lowered and lock. Aisha watched the transition with interest., “Ground, this is Tango, tell them they have all wheels down and locked."

Air base.

The group of raccoons watched as the large white craft touched down at the end of the runway. Bry watched in interest as the large white craft went down the runway to slow down., “Seems to have a high landing speed."

“Which means the landing gear assembly must be strong in construction. Those tires on the gear must stand a high rate of speed." Brandon said watching the craft slow down to them. He heard the familiar sound of jet engines, but the pitch was different. The raccoon turned to some other raccoons wearing civilian clothing. Brandon saw a representative of an aircraft manufacturer looking at the craft with interest., “I bet he's itching to take a much closer look of that craft." He thought to himself knowing that to an untrained eye, his people looked the same, but experience can tell the different size in the mask, head hair on females and the stripes on the bushy tail.

Eagle.

Mark sighed looking at the group of raccoons on the ground. Letting out his breath, he commenced shutting down the Eagle. Instead of holding a book, the male human read a touch screen by the main screen on the panel in front of him. During the flight, the screen showed aircraft system parameters during the flight after takeoff. Minutes later, Mark turned to his commander., “Sir, Eagle is shut down and secured." He said shutting off the master switch.

Air base.

Bry watched as a air stair is wheeled to the craft. A sound of a jet gotten his attention as the fighter landed nearby making grin., “Aisha, can't keep a pilot away from a new type of craft. Typical pilot, fall in love with a aircraft they never seen before."

The female raccoon removed her helmet and ran to the Generals' side. She saluted him and looked at the craft., “That is a beautiful craft sir."

He chuckled at the pilots' remark watching as the tall humans walked down the air stair. A shorter figure walked behind the humans and looked back at the craft. The male raccoon grabbed the fighter pilots' upper arm., “Wait one LT, I'll make sure you get your chance. I want to take a close look at it to, but be patient."

Aisha sighed and looked at the craft instead of the humans now walking to them.

Mark looked around and studied the vehicles with an expert eye. He glances at the F-14 parked nearby and the raccoons looking at them., “Possible that they can get us to launch again. I would say it will take a half year before they can make reaction fuel for the reactor. Five to ten years to make a copy of the Eagle." The male human thought to himself and looked at the locals. A second later, Mark spotted the pilot of the fighter by the uniform and saw her gender.

She saw the pilot when he looked at her fighter and at her. The female raccoon saw that he carried himself differently than the other humans. Aisha looked at the male human and looked him over with a professional eye., “I'll get a chance to talk to him later." She thought to herself.

Stealth fighter flying over head.

Chrissie watched the reception on the ground with interest. The female afghan circled her fighter over the air field. She observed the Earth craft parked with a air stair up to it. A second later, the craft is surrounded by guards.

“Scout ship, this is base, return to base. We just had gotten new orders from command. You'll like this." Said a voice from the radio.

A room on the base, hours later.

Jack looked at his crew looking back at him. He knew that he and his crew weren't prisoners. The raccoons have been really nice to them and feed them a nice meal.

The door opened and two of the raccoons were at the door. Brandon looked at Jack and politely said., “I need those doors opened so we can get our capsule."

The commander stood up saying., “Jack, Bran, come with me."

“Alright, follow us to your craft. Do you need any power hooked up to you craft?" Asked the raccoon.

“Lets' use the APU for now. I want to study your power supply specs before we hook any stuff to our craft. Some of our electronic stuff is irreplaceable till we can get it replaced. Nothing personal, we need to get your best computer guys and engineers to start studying our craft so that they can reproduce our stuff." Mark said to Brandon.

Brandon nodded in agreement, the last thing he needed is a piece of avionics burning up due to high voltage going thru it. He agreed with the pilot and lead the humans outside.

Cockpit of the Eagle.

Aisha sat in the pilots' seat looking at the control panel with a professional eye. She recognized 99% of the controls. The female raccoon looked at the darken screens where gauges were on her fighter. Aisha heard Romanovs' story of those screens showing the vitals of the crafts' vitals. She touched one of the eight throttle levers seeing that four are a different length than the other four., “So, this craft has eight engines, four jet engines like my fighter. The other four rockets to get to orbit. Oh I so much want to take a ride on this baby." The raccoon said a loud.

“That will take at least, half a year. I don't know how long it takes your people to train astronauts." Said a human voice with amusement.

Mark kept his professional look when the female raccoon turned and looked at them. He found her cute with the long white head hair stopping at the middle of her back. The humans found the female raccoon sitting in Marks seat looking at the control panel., “In the overhead panel, you'll find a switch marked master, flip it to the on position."

The female raccoon looked in the overhead panel and flipped the switch. On the control panel, screens came on and instruments came to life. She looked at instruments with interest. Aisha heard the human talk to her telling her to press a button making one of the screens change. Listening to the pilot, the raccoon brought up the check list for starting the APU. She followed the check list and felt less intimidation from this craft. Aisha knew that with training, she can handle this craft, because it was no different than her fighter. A minute later, more parameters on the screens came on as the APU powered the electrical system.

Jack grinned, his pilot isn't cold as ice as everyone thought he was. He heard that Mark is a real friendly guy and showed kindness telling the female pilot how to start the APU. If his pilot was on Earth, he would have gotten yelled at by a NASA manager making an unauthorized person operate the controls of this multibillion dollar spacecraft., “Well, we're stuck here without a planet. How far is the nearest planet that can support life. As Mark said, we're lucky that we found some friends. Without them, we were screwed, no planet to support us and fix any parts that will break on this craft. I wish I knew what happened to the Earth." The male human whispered to his pilot., “I will keep it to myself as a commanding officer so nothing will not happen to you. Since it is going to be a long time before we run in to intelligence people. Do you have any idea who took the planet Earth?"

Mark turned to his commanding officer and whispered back., “Don't ever repeat what I am going to say to you right now. These raccoons aren't the only intelligent life forms in the universe. The skin of this craft came from a vehicle found in the desert in the 1970s'. The pilots were both dead in the crash were anthropomorphic horses. They're my number one on my suspect list because they were more advanced than the beings found in New Mexico in 1947. There is another anthro race, found them at a landing site when I was working at area 51. They gave us the engine technology in exchange for us to let them go. That race is anthropomorphic Afghan hounds, that race is mostly female. There are a few more, but in my opinion, I think that race of horses took our planet and I don't know where in the universe they came from. Even if we can get back in orbit, this craft goes fast as the old Apollo capsules when they went to the moon. This craft was our ticket in going back to the moon, the Lander was approved and we were going back to the moon in another five years. But not now due to our planet is missing now. Just don't repeat what I just said to you if things go back to normal."

“I don't think things would never go back to normal anytime soon." Answered Jack to his pilot.

The pilot nodded watching the female raccoon looking at the control panel and around with her blue eyes. He thought she is cute in a way because he looked at websites and found very few good drawings of female anthropomorphic raccoons. Memories of his time in area 51 went thru his mind of the time he saw the frozen preserved bodies of the equine pilots., “They were females, when I was there, we managed to hack and get one of their computers working finding out about their race. Ten females to one male, I know why they took our planet. They needed males and Earth has what they need. From what I saw in that data base, our weapons would have much effectiveness as barbarians against knights in armor riding armored horses. All of Earths' military forces have no chance against them." Mark thought to himself.

Afghan base ship.

The blonde colored female Afghan walked into the control room looking at the all black colored female sitting at the command chair., “Maam, reporting as ordered."

Angel turned to her pilot., “Two more base ships are in route here. Our government has decided that it is time to reveal ourselves to the raccoons. What brought this up is the theft of the planet Earth. All forms of trying to talk to the species 8472 have failed. We have no choice but to resolve this with force and we need some allies."

“I hope that they can stand being contacted by two high tech races in less than a week." Answered Chrissie thinking to how those friendly raccoons are going to adjust their lives changing.

That evening, Marks' living quarters.

Mark looked at his room taking in the details of the stuff in it. The room is like the quarters' he had at his assignment at area 51., “Simple, few items, much like a mid quality hotel room on any interstate town." He thought to himself walking to the window.

The night sky to this world he has to call home is very different from Earth. In the view, the human male studied the stars and celestial bodies he can see. Mark is trying to pin point the location of this planet to get an idea where he is at. In the distance, he saw the very large hanger the Eagle is now parked in. The raccoons moved the space craft after they removed Romanovs' dead capsule from the cargo bay.

Eagles' hanger.

Bry walked pass the guard who is guarding the Earth craft and walked the length taking in the details of the construction. While walking under the craft, the male raccoon looked up examining the skin of the craft. He studied the smooth white skin of the craft admiring the human craftsmanship of the craft. Bry was one of the raccoons who went in the craft when they had to power up the APU to power the doors. He thought of the sight of Aisha sitting in the pilots seat amusing while she was gazing at the controls., “Pilots, falling in love with an aircraft, but this one flys' in space like her fighter flying in the air. I'll see if I can get her to take a ride in this at a later date." The raccoon thought to himself realizing that he is at the rear of the craft gazing at the eight exhaust nozzles. Bry studied the exhaust nozzles seeing one of the aircraft manufacturers' personal studying the landing gear taking notes and pictures.

Marks' living quarters.

“I can see the Milky Way galaxy, dam, we are a long ways from home." The male human said seeing a bright spiral in the sky. He sighed and took in more details of the sky cursing to himself that he didn't get a better look of his surroundings before he terminated the orbit.

The door opened and Aisha walked in looking at the human at the window. She walked to him making some noise so he won't be startled. He turned to her looking at her with a curious look., “Uh, hi, how are you doing?"

Mark smiled at the female raccoon looking her over. He saw that she has her white colored head hair done in a pony tail. The human found out that her name is Aisha and is a really good pilot. Mark saw that Aisha is wearing a light blue colored T-shirt with dark blue slacks and wearing a leather jacket of a fighter pilot unzipped., “One other thing, she's not wearing a bra under that shirt, I can see everything!" His mind screamed. The human cleared his throat., “Um, I can see that galaxy I came from." Mark looked outside thinking., “ What an idiot I am, first thing you say to a girl is I can see the galaxy I am from. Good pick up line Mark, that's why your relationship with women has been bad. I can fly a fighter jet with perfection and I crash and burn when talking with women." A hand gently grabbed his shoulder and he is looking at Aishas' blue eyes.

“Where is it?" She said to the human and looked outside. Aisha listens and looked at the area in question. During her time in school, the raccoon found the solar system a interesting place. “The Sol 12 galaxy cluster is what we call it. I got to look up how many light years it is from here, I forgot, but I still have some of my high school books."

Mark looked back at her in interest., “I would like to take a look of your books to see how this solar system is set up." He replied looking at her noticing that her nipples are poking thru the T-shirt the raccoon is wearing. The human male turned his head back to the window. A hand turned his head back to a muzzle real close to his face. Mark felt his heart race in his chest and his penis getting rock hard.

“I am really interested in you because the males that are my age are not attractive to me because of the shade of my hair." Aisha said holding a handful of her white colored head hair., “My people has this weird superstition that dying head hair a different color is considered really bad luck. I heard it's a mutation or some new thing called DNA is the reason my head hair is white. So, I am really curious, are you willing to experiment? She asked looking at him nodding.

He watched as the raccoon hung her jacket on the back of a chair and removed the T-shirt, slacks and releasing her head hair., “Aisha wasn't even wearing panties to." The human thought to himself looking at the naked raccoon. Mark gulped and removed his clothing looking again at Aisha admiring her body.

She is a head shorter than him with a nice proportioned body with nice medium sized breasts. He looked at them seeing medium sized areolas. Then she did a strange thing, Aisha did a small dance around him with very graceful movements, matching a ballet. She whipped her head and bushy tail in time of the movements making her white hair flow around her., “I heard of different types of foreplay, but this is different." Mark thought to himself watching the raccoon woman do this graceful dance in the nude.

Aisha lead the human to the bed making him laid on his back. She looked at his aroused penis with a curiosity glance., “That's different, larger than a male raccoons'." The raccoon thought to herself.

Mark watched as Aisha straddled him and bends over kissing him pressing her hairy human like breasts on his chest. He relaxed in her kiss looking at the cute bandit mask on her features. The male human looked at the human like vagina lowering to the tip of his penis. Mark watches as his member slid into the labia lips.

The female raccoon sighed with pleasure as he impaled her awaiting sex. She was really aroused today. Morning alert from the capsule malfunction, losing communications with Explorer 1. Then she was ordered to intercept an unknown aircraft that rescued the capsule. Sighting that beautiful craft flying at forty thousand feet. Aisha really gotten aroused sexually when she was sitting in the pilots' seat checking the cockpit controls and then she turned on the APU, actually operating a system. The raccoon orgasm.

The human male chuckled when the raccoon did a sound of a wild one when she orgasm. He massaged the hairy breasts enjoying the feeling of them liking the firmness of them. But due to a long time of not having sex with a female, Mark ejaculated after ten minutes of sex., “Sorry, I normally last longer than this, give some time and we can resume."

Aisha nodded tracing one of the humans' nips. She noticed that the strange organ is softening inside her., “Relax lover, I'll wait, you've been thru a lot today. We'll just relax and resume our fun. The raccoon kissed Mark again pressing her breasts on that skinny chest. A few minutes later, Aisha felt the strange organ hardening inside her., “This is very different, really like this feeling." She thought to herself and resumed having sex with the human from another galaxy.

Outside the hanger housing the Eagle.

Bry had his two guards following him when a figure appeared in front of him alerting his guards., “Stand down, what do you want Kodelie?" The raccoon asked the female black colored Afghan.

She looked at him with her violet colored eyes., “Things are going crazy in the universe my friend. My people just did something unorthodox, we decided to contact your leaders."

“Does it have to do something with our human guests? I have nothing against them, they saved the life of my nephew earlier today." Answered the raccoon.

“You guests suffered from bad timing, a race of equines have stolen their planet. Then one of the transporter satellites set their craft to your planet due to a malfunction. It's not their fault, the planet Earth has something they need." Kodelie replied looking at her friend.

“What does Earth have that those equine need?" Asked Bry feeling a fist forming in his stomach.

“Males and strong labor, your new citizens are lucky that they ended up at your planet." Answered the Afghan with an ominous tone.

Bry shook his head with sadness., “I feel sorry for them, losing their planet and end up on a world that's at least forty years behind them in technology. So when are you gals are going to show up so nothing happen to your craft?"

Kodelie walked a couple steps away and looked back at the raccoon., “We'll be here in the morning hours. We'll land at this base and start the talks first thing. Sorry for doing this by exposing ourselves to soon, but you guys are our only friends now. Got to protect our only friends now, because we don't want to lose you guys. See you in the morning General." She vanishes in a beam of blue light.

“Sir, what just happen?" Asked one of the guards.

“You'll find out in the morning." Bry answered and walked back to the main building., “First humans landed here, now tomorrow morning Afghans that we known about the last twenty years are going public tomorrow." He thought to himself knowing that life for his people is going to change tomorrow.

In Marks' quarters.

The couple laid in bed in each other arms gazing at each other., “So, can I take a ride in your craft when it can launch again?" Asked Aisha looking at the male human.

“I'll see what I can do." Answered Mark looking at her blue eyes.

They kissed each other and the female raccoon remounts the human.

Current moment, equine home world.

The two anthro mares looked at the medium size blue planet in the night sky., “Just can't stop staring at it Kaira." Said one of the mares.

“Yes Anella, That is a beautiful site. I am surprised that the system worked." Said the second mare and looked at some readings., “Seems we lost one of the transporter satellites."

“Must have malfunctioned, doesn't matter. Ready the forces, we have a lot of mares with out mates and according to the few experiments we conducted. These humans can fertilize us and they have a choice, become laborers or studs. I know a good portion of those males will do the later." Said Anella running fingers through her black colored head hair and looked at her chestnut coloring. The mare licked her velvet nose with her tongue., “I hope I find a nice human male to mate with."

End of Chapter one.