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A Galaxy Divided

In Claris' Apartment...

The alarm clock goes off next to the bed, I shut it off. It's six thirty, time for my morning workout. Claris, a.k.a. Foxy, had a spare bedroom and I was staying in there. I grabbed my PT gear and went to the bathroom. I got a quick shower and took care of my daily grooming. I was then ready to head outside.

I ran around couple of blocks and came on back in. She was standing in the kitchen wearing a thin blue tank top, and some hot pants. From the looks of her she had just woken up and was getting her morning started. I saw her reach up for something on the top shelf and her tank top went up a little higher and I saw a cute little butterfly tattoo. I had to say it complimented her personality pretty well.

"Good Morning. I see you're finally up. I like the tattoo," I said.

"Oh, I thought you were still in bed, and I have no idea what you are talking about," she said while spinning around suddenly.

"Don't worry my lips are sealed. I'm going out after i get showered and dressed. Going to see my friend," I said.

"Oh, can I come, with you," she asked.

"I guess, I have no clue why you'd want to. It is going to be rather boring," I said.

"What better way to learn about my commanding officer than finding out about him through his friend," she said kiddingly.

With that I laughed, and walked to the bathroom. I took real good care to make sure I covered all of my fur. I hadn't seen him in five years. Five long years, I wish we were able to see each other more, but, life just doesn't allow it. I turned the water off and got dried off. I then looked at the mirror in the medicine cabinet and saw myself. My hair looked all crazy and I could see a great deal of change within myself, some of it good some of it bad.

So when I finally was ready to go I walked back outside, I was wearing a blue jacket, a white button up shirt, red tie and blue slacks, with highly polished dress shoes. Claris came into the living room a few minutes later. She was wearing a blue satin dress that accented her white and tan fur beautifully, with the black tipped fur standing out like shocks of radiant flowers.

"Wow, you're over dressed," she said.

"Its al I have that's civilian. Rest is all PT gear and uniforms, and today I don't want any unneeded attention," I said.

"Whatever you say Sarge," she said.

"Claris please, just call me Jax," I said.

"Ok, Jax," she said.

It was such a nice day that we decided to walk to the hospital. It took us about an hour but it was well worth it. She showed the fact that she is really smart on the walk over here. She originally came off as a bit of a twit to me, but now after seeing her expansive intellect I wasn't so sure. There was also some sort of perfume wafting around her, it smelled of peaches and cream.

So we arrived at the hospital a quarter past eleven. I went up to the front desk there was a busty zebra behind the counter. I asked for Nick Gallut, she told me he was up in the intensive care unit. We went to the elevator and waited for a few minutes then I decided to go up the stairs, she followed me up.

The smell of the air was that sickening hospital air. Sterilizers and all sorts of other chemical smells filled the air. The walls were as bland as they always were, the off white color, with a bland blue. Speckled tile on the floors and ceilings, again very bland; nothing had changed in years. I then found where they were keeping him.

Inside was a rabbit, his fur was a pitch black. His ears were what one would expect, elongated, and floppy. Though in this particular position his ears weren't flopping down, gravity wasn't affecting them. Tubes, fed into mouth and a bunch of other places. An air supply was connected to his nose. He looked miserable, but what can you expect from a guy who's been in a coma for five years.

"Well this is my friend. As you can see he clearly hasn't been out in a few years," I said.

"What happened to him," she asked.

"About five years ago he went to check a gas leak, it was in the basement. He went to open the door and a spark made a huge explosion. The whole house blew up. Door he opened landed on top of him, saved his life. Medical coverage paid most of the bills. He went into a coma due to the severe trauma, in his will I was listed as the guy who had control of his life. I couldn't believe it at the time. I decided not to pull the plug. We were as close as two peas in a pod. He was my best friend, we went through a lot together," I said.

"Ah, so what exactly made you say keep him alive," she asked.

"To be honest I don't know. I didn't want to lose him I mean after all we were best friends for years. I mean we knew each other after my parents were killed," I said.

"Well it is understandable. I mean after all giving him up is like giving up your life," she said.

Reaching out and grabbing his hand I said to him, "Hey Nick, It's me Jax. I haven't seen you in forever, I love you buddy. I'm glad you're still fighting to live. I keep paying your hospital bills to keep you in here. I don't mind it buddy, I would do you do anything for you."

"You really care for him don't you," she asked.

"He's like my brother. I was working at a fueling station, when he went into a coma, and the medical coverage wouldn't cover the bills anymore I took over for him. I quit my job and enlisted five years ago. Moved all of my stuff out of the apartment and moved all of his stuff in with mine and pay for monthly storage bills. That's how I ended up with you guys," I said.

"Ah, so any regrets," she asked.

"Hell no," I said.

"You want to get out of here," she asked.

"I think I've done enough visiting for today," I said.

We headed back down to the first floor and signed out. I still don't know why I said keep him on life support then. I guess because he's the only link to the past I have left but then again is that really a good thing? I mean all that has ever happened is terrible, going through all sorts of hazing. And all kinds of different hells, getting a job, finding hope in this world. All of it a long and hard process, and makes a person feel like it's a bleak existence.

We went back to her place and I immediately offered to make a nice lunch using basic ingredients. I headed to a local grocery and bought some high quality meat, eggs, some fruit, and white bread. I made what I liked to call the hungry mans meal. Composed primarily of a chess burger and a healthy serving of fruit and well done eggs. I wasn't a great cook but I tried my best.

We sat at a table and she asked, "So where are the rest of your regular clothes?"

"Mostly in storage, along with most of my house hold items, and my friends stuff," I responded, "Now I have a question if I may. Why is it that you are in the military, I mean from looking at where you are this apartment runs at a rate of eighteen hundred a month, your clothes seem way too nice to afford on a militant salary, and you are incredibly smart, so why the UID military?"

"You're a clever one aren't you? Well I wanted to get a job, my family doesn't think I need one, because they could cover all of my expenses and in return I take over the family business," she said.

"That explains it, must be a big one huh. Well don't tell me I might get upset. So why did you choose this place," I asked.

"It's far enough from my family," she said.

"Ah so it's the whole family. Well I'm glad I met you," I said.

"Same to you, so tell me how you got that well built physique of yours," she asked.

"Well I used to be a firefighter before the military, along with a few other side jobs," I replied.

"So...," she started.

"Look, I like the fact you are trying to get to know me but, you never will. You haven't been what I've been through," I said standing up clearing off the plates, and putting them in the sink. I said, "Don't wait up, I'll be back late."

I walked out the door. I wasn't mad at her I was mad at myself I can't get involved with a white. It just doesn't work out. I have to be with somebody like me not an upper class. I mean she's constantly working down my resistance to her and I can't let it happen. I have to get my head straight.

I went to the storage area where my clothes were. I pulled out a box of my old clothes. I donned an old firefighter t-shirt and shorts, they were just as clean as they were the day I put them in here. I started to do what I always did when I needed time to think. I ran around the ghetto section of the area. I liked the familiar area, it was always the same. Potholes all over the place, bums looking for a hand out, hookers on the streets, and graffiti on the walls of closed shops and projects.

I ran for about an hour or two, lost track of time after mile five. I was feeling parched, so I stopped in at a small food retail store. The cashier's booth was protected by plastic glass. I walked to the back were they kept their drinks at, I looked into the glass; I saw my refection in it. I looked past myself and saw something I hadn't seen in years. Trixies Orange Soda, I grabbed a bottle of it and headed to pay.

On my way I saw two rats dressed in really heavy leather coats. They looked suspicious, they were talking low between themselves. One had his hand constantly in his coat, making a fist. So instead of going to pay I discreetly waited to see what they would pull. When the headed up to the cashier I knew something might go down.

"Alright, Lets handle this nice and easy, you give us the money and we won't hurt you," the bigger of the two said pulling a laser pistol.

I moved quickly behind the second rat and said, "Hey buddy."

He turned and I punched him in the face with my left paw. He fell flat on his face, I then rounded on the second one. I gripped his upper arm with my right paw applying as much power as I possibly could. I heard a crunch in his arm I them took the pistol from his paw.

"You asshole," yelled the first one.

"Shut up dirt bag, you make us look like a bunch of vermin. Are you ok sir," I asked the cashier.

"Y-y-yes, thank you," she said.

"Good, I'm guessing you already contacted a local police station. Could you bring this up for me so I can get out of here," I asked.

"No charge," she said.

"Here make sure these guys stay down," I said placing the pistol in front of the hole.

With that I decided it was time to head back. It was late when I got there, just as I figured it would. As soon as I entered I saw Claris sitting in the front room watching the T.V. As soon as she heard the door close she looked over her shoulder. The look in her eyes was one of excitement.

"Hey, I was worried about you," she said.

"We need to talk," I said.

"Ok about what," she asked.

I took a deep breath and thought about how to say it, "I will be staying in a hotel for the rest of the month. It won't work between whites and blacks."

"Wait what, could you explain that to me," she asked.

"Whites and blacks, upper class and lower class, it was used by the creatures on Earth. Blacks in America were separate from the whites for years. I was born as a black, you were born as a white with a silver spoon in your mouth," I said.

"That ended years ago," she said.

"Maybe for you it did, I'm sure you could have got a job anywhere. I can hardly get a job in an office building," I said.

"What do you mean," she asked.

"Exactly what I said, for most of us it hasn't ended. The only reason most get hired into in office building is because the company needs to fill the quota. It is harder for us than you think. Even the relationships, because people look down on us, and don't like it when we date out of our 'color'," I said.

"So is that what this is all about? What others think," she asked.

"In a few places, I do have my own reasons though," I said.

"Like what," she asked getting a little mad.

"Like getting in relationship with you, you are very attractive, but I have to order around a squad and have to be objective," I said.

"I see," she said, "you think I would get in the way of your duties?"

"Not really it would stop me from doing what I need to do," I said.

What happened next confused me but I loved every second of it. She leaned forward and kissed me. From there we made up our minds that in the heat of combat we would decide what's best for the squad not the relationship. We had a late dinner and watched a romantic comedy. We snuggled up next to each other on the loveseat and sat in each other's embrace. Her head resting on my chest, her arms wrapped around me.

She commented on my physique, my broad shoulders, my lean muscles, and the mask on my face the white fur bringing out the black "bandit mask". The rippling muscles clearly visible through the thick fur. A scar on my right arm which left discoloration all the way down my arm making me distinguished. How my legs were thick and taught with strong muscles. How the fur had a thick luster that decidedly gleamed whenever light was around. I had to say she put a lot of thought into the physical aspect.

"... but you know what I like most about you," she asked.

"Nope, no clue," I said.

"That you are a kind hearted man and a warm person. It makes you so much fun to be around," she said.

"Well I like the fact that you are so honest with people. It may make people angry but at least you tell it like it is," I said.

In the end we had a great night. We had a late dinner, it was a delivery pizza seeing as neither of us wanted to cook anything. We watched another movie. Then it was late and I said I was going to bed. I had dreams that night, great dreams, dreams about my family, about my life being good, and about her. Life was good.