Authors note: I do not own Zootopia or any of it's characters. I only own the original characters in my story.

This is the prequel to The Gene Bearer. If you like the plot Idea, yet can't stand my old writing skill, check out my sequel or deal with the writing until chpter ten or so.

People keep telling me, the writing's fine, but I can't get over it.

Chapter one: A new life

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

"Captain-kkrrrrrrrr. . . Admiral Elliot Crawford, to the medical wing."

"Ugghhh." I whined while standing up from my bed. I began to rub my very dry eyes as I stumbled toward the mirror across the bunk room. What happened to sleeping in today? I thought as I combed my dark brown hair into an Ivy league style; I really should have gotten another haircut months ago, but being one of the highest ranking officers in the navy has it's perks. My blue eyes were still dry and scratchy, which prompted me to splash water onto them. Once I completed brushing my teeth, and clothing myself in Multicam Bdu's, I exited my room.

The hallway was as joyus as ever, dripping a few drops of water onto the white linoleum tiles, lights flickering from hard use and neglect; The best part was the hundreds of exposed electrical bundles running down the walls. I made a right turn from my room, which would take me towards the Main entrance of the barracks; I hadn't yet been assigned a permanent room, so the base offered me an entire squad bunk room for the time being.

With each and every click of my shiny black boots on the floor, I wondered more and more of why I was reporting to the Medical center across the base. I had my arrival check up yesterday, so there was no reason to be called… "My birthday." I muttered in realization. It was just around the corner, and this place was notorious for pranking their officers when the year passes.

Just at the bottom of the stairwell to the first floor, there was a woman leaning up against the wall, playing on her orange holographic PDA. "Hey, could you please give me the time? I forgot to grab my phone." I asked

"Umm, yeah. It's April second, thirty-three twenty-six." She replied while looking up from the large holographic screen.

"Staff Sergeant, I'm really not in the mood for you shit today." I replied dryly; Although I was almost a decade younger than her, Being toyed with wasn't the smartest thing to do to me.

"OHH, and when are you in the mood for some fun. I have to get it in when I can." She replied smugly.

"Just give the damn time." I chastened with impatience.

"Ugh, so demanding, It's o-four-thirty. . . Hey, after you get back, we're going for a beer run. Wanna come?" The Staff Sergeant aked with a sly grin.

"Thanks, but I won't be your free pass through the security gate again." I said while resuming my walk to the medical center. Once I reached the exit of the barracks, I opened the door and was instantly in shivers from the climate; Being almost three-hundred thousand miles further away than Earth is from the sun really took it's toll on the planet. While it still had lots of oxygen from our terraformation, it was cold, like twenty below all the time.

After a few seconds of shivering, I pressed on into the the cold of night. After walking for a few minutes, I laid eyes on the large Medical center. Ahh, how the expansive building was so inviting. This base was the primary hospital for the planet, which meant a very large medical facility; Nearly five-hundred meters in length and width, not to mention the dozens of stories going up to the limits of the troposphere, It was quite the building. The main entrance was completely shielded from the elements via an airlock barricade, which allowed any patients entering or exiting a brief transition from climate control to the elements.

The moment I passed through the opaque field, my body was surrounded with warm air, and I stopped my convulsing shortly after. "Admiral, morning to you." Someone said from my left. When I turned to face the voice, I found the faces of another Admiral and a General from the Marines.

"Admiral and General, What brings you to my outpost today?" I asked the graying officers with a smile.

"We require talking to you after your checkup, It's nothing too pressing, so it can wait for now." The Admiral replied.

"Sure thing John." I answered just before turning towards the automatic lexan door.

"You really shouldn't call me that with other audiences around, Elliot." Admiral John replied with a somewhat serious glare.

"Sorry bout' that Admiral." I replied as I walked into the hospital.

With a few seconds of squinting from the intensity of the lights, I regained my bearings and walked to the reception desk. "Hi, My name is Elliot Crawford, and I'm-"

"Admiral, sorry I didn't spot you there." A female voice said from behind me, which turned out to be a nurse in a green outfit. "If you would please follow me?" She asked with a faux smile that was cringeworthy.

"Why am I here? I just had my arriving physical yesterday." I asked while we walked through the sanitary, white hallways that seemed to maze in every possible direction.

"Just between us?" She asked in a whisper, to which I nodded while leaning in closer. "I have… No. Fricken. Clue." She whispered into my ear, earning a snigger from me.

"Is that so?" I asked with a silly grin. "It seems my time is very serious around here." I replied high-heartedly. Her simple sentence completely removed the sour mood I was in, and we ended up chatting away within the next minute, simply as two people, no ranks. Unfortunately all things must come to an end, my end just happened to be called patient exam room thirty-five B. The nurse attempted to stay in the room and chat with me for a few more minutes, although she was called away fairly quickly.

How time flies when good company is with you, I was wishing that for every painstakingly slow clock tick that went by in silence. I was needed so urgently down here, yet I waited for nearly an hour in the room by myself. Of course I didn't just sit the whole time; at first, I just stuck my head outside to see if a could pester another person with conversation. Alas, no luck in that department. The next thing I started doing was attempting to break into the computer across the cramped room. That occupied my time for a few minutes, although patient files are only so interesting for so long. The most childish thing I ended up doing was playing with the liquid oxygen to freeze all the pens and markers as sabotage.

"Excuse me for the dela… What on Earth are you doing?" The doctor asked me While I stared back with wide eyes, slowly pouring liquid oxygen into a coffee mug full of more pens. I rationalized how much trouble I could get in for messing with restricted equipment, and came up with my answer after a few questions.

"I-uhh… I'm making a cake with science?" I replied with falsetto pitched words.

He simply looked at the five gallon, silver tank of super-chilled gas, then the cup of still filling liquid Oxygen. "I suppose this is what I should expect from an SDI student." He muttered while sitting in a roller chair.

"Hey, We're not that bad." I countered once I closed the valve to the tank of Oxygen. "Besides, I've been in here for an hour now." I added while sitting on the exam table. "Besides, you're not even the doc."

"You would be correct… Mister Crawford. I am not." The elderly man replied while looking at a stapled stack of parchment. "I'm the U.S.S.E Director."

"Woo, do you feel accomplished sending people into the outer edges of space in search for more things to commit genocide on." I said lazily.

"You very well know that was the Empire that did that, not us." The man replied. "Anywho. I just need you to input your personal password into this-" He said while holding up a holographic PDA "before we can begin. Securit measures and all."

"*Sigh* Only on the void can you see the true colors of the universe."

"Password, accepted." The PDA replied.

"Okay then, Ya-know how you said we slingshot people out into the middle of space?" He asked with a snide tone.

"Hmm, pass."

"But you don't even know what the vehicle is?"

"... Twenty seconds, go." I replied.

"Okay, it's a wormhole generator we built under this very hospital for the next base commander to be sent through, that just happened to be you. Instead of attempting to kidnap you like we would anyone else-" This earned a scoff from me. "We decided to ask first, but you really don't have much of a choice in the matter." The Elder finished while drawing a kinetic handgun; I suppose the fool didn't know the compression suit I currently wore had non-Newtonian properties.

"You do know holding a fleet Admiral at gunpoint is punishable by electrocution until dead, correct?" I asked without the slightest worry of the weapon.

"Look, Just come willingly, and I won't have to use this. The gig really isn't that bad."

"Where am I going? You just might convince me yet." I asked while crossing my arms defiantly.

"It's an earthlike world, far more habitable than this one ta-boot. You're landing specifically in a forest to take plant and life form samples."

"So it has sentient life then?"

"We believe so. DON'T worry, no sand spiders."

"You would kinda need sand for sand spiders, Chief." I replied, which earned a frown form the U.S.S.E Director.

"Just come look at the facility, and make a full decision after that."

"You said it wasn't optional."

"Just start walking." The man ordered.

I complied, casually walking outside the exam room into the deserted hallway. "Don't think you can call for help. I've had the entire floor cleared."

"Hmm, this guy seemed to have more than five brain cells up there in his nogen." I thought as we walked down the empty halls, eventually stepping into an elevator. I'm telling you, it was like he wanted me to take the gun. Confined space, no immediate escape route available; THe worst possible place to take someone who's both physically and mentally stronger. Despite the fact I could escape at a moment's notice, I was intrigued with whatever new ship he would like to launch me in.

"Where are we going? The moment we step foot outside this elevator, you'll arrested."

"Not if i bought out the whole base, and fed the ma story of how your a double agent."

"Yeah, like anyone would believe an SDI student would betray the Federation." I replied with odium.

The man simply scoffed while pressing a series of floor buttons on the elevator panel, which caused us to descend to the first floor; I thought it was going to be the first floor anyway. In reality, we ended up on sublevel eighteen, which must have been the secret facility he spoke of a few minutes ago.

"Here we are, The road to the future. In this bunker we've constructed a device that can open a wormhole to anywhere we want in the known universe. Yeah, super cool thing that does shit." He commented dryly while nudging my back with the handgun; I'm telling you he was asking me to take the gun from him. "The portal reminds me of that one show, what was it. Star...star something... Ehh, I don't remember."

"What's with the giant donut?" I asked while studying the facility; Sure I knew exactly what the hollowed out disk was, but I really wanted to be a thorn in the director's side.

"I dunno." He replied while shrugging his shoulders.

"Aww, someone having a hard time with his memory. That tends to happen with someone of your advanced age." I replied smugly.

As we walked around, I continued to study everything around me, but mostly focusing on the large ring at the very center of the bunker. The director if the U.S.S.E continued to talk about the surface of the planet, what I would take, and many more things that I paid no attention to.

"As for the equipment you'll be taking, you'll have an experimental communications relay to give weekly updates on your mission, those will take around two years to get here."

"Yay, total isolation from everything. That way, by the time my first message gets her, I'll already have gone insane, and resorted to talking to a blood-painted catalope." I replied.

"Your simply hilarious. Just don't try anything stupid." The man said while walking off.

"Yeah, got it." I said with a dismissal wave while I studied the fifty foot vertical ring that would take me across the galaxy. I watched the ring for a while, eventually sitting on a chair to think about why I had decided this was a good idea.

"Why did I want to do this? That was really my only chance of escape." I mumbled.

"Ehh, I might be able to work something out." Admiral John said as he walked up to me.

"Really, you're in on it too. I'm sure you remember what I did to the last person that betrayed me." I said with a displeased tone.

"Relax, Son." John said while seating himself next to me. "You should just go willingly… Listen, three days ago, the Grand Court decided it no longer required the SDI programs students. Judith was presumed dead, and you… Well just look at you; It looks like Edward scissorhands drank eight beers, then tried to shave your whole body-"

"Thanks, John. That really makes me feel better." I replied with a slap to the man's stomach; it was true though, I wasn't the peak of physical appearance anymore, however my face did get all the scars removed.

"Listen, Kid. This is kinda a big deal. The Navy doesn't want one of it's most highly classified pet projects to just retire to live on the ranch with a few cows or some shit. That's why I convince for your transfer here, why I had the U.S.S.E Director recruit you. If you don't go through that gateway, you'll never make it off this base alive." Admiral John conveyed in a hush tone.

"Shit." I mumbled in response.

"Yeah, I know."

"You always give me some better information than others, what's the scoop on this place?"

"Well, It's Earth-like in more than one way; Look at this." He said while pulling up a holographic diagram of two planets, both looking like one version of Earth from now, and one from a thousand or so years ago. "This one is Earth now, and this is the place where you're going. This gave me the shivers when I first saw it, same continent shapes, same total estimated mass, but without us to fuck it up." John said.

"Dang… and you're serious about this?" "I asked with skepticism.

"Yeah! Here's the real kicker… We think it might actually be Raxxla."

"Bullshit."

"Ooh, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He asked, which received a equally proportioned half and half expression of hatred and sorrow from me. "Aww shit, I forgot all about that for a second." He added in a regretful tone.

"Yeah… I noticed."

"...Anyway, I personally call B.S on the whole Raxxla thing, but if you start seeing Generation shipwrecks all over the place, do let me know."

We probably talked for an hour about the planet I was going to, and whether it was Really Raxxla or not. If it was, I'd be in for a real treat, longer lifespan, better air, abundant food, the list went on, and on, and on. Eventually the time came for me to get my equipment strapped on, which was already brought down by John. For some reason, he always stared at me when I strapped into my wingsuit. I suppose it was possible longing to take it for a spin. The compression suit I wore into the hospital doubled as a G-suit for combat maneuvers while using the EXO-35 Flying Falcon. Both used a highly sought after substance of meteorite to achieve their bullet resistance; I could be hit with a thirty millimeter armor piercing discarding sabot square in the chest, and not feel more than a gentle breeze on my body. How it exactly turned kinetic and thermal types of energy into material hardness was beyond me, but I sure like being near invincible.

"You jelly over there!?" I shouted while cinching the six point harness of the wingsuit to my body.

"Maybe." John replied.

"Well, maybe you should find my wife since she no longer needs hers." I replied while walking in the direction of the enormous, but inactive wormhole generator in the center of the facility.

"Why you gotta bring that up." John countered.

"You started it with the whole scissorhands thing. That's my task for you. Find my wife's body, okay?" I asked while looking towards the graying Admiral.

"Out of all tasks… Yeah, Elliot. I'll find her… How are you not upset about this shit? If I lost my wife, I'd be a blubbering mess right now.

"Don't worry about it, John. I'm not exactly human anymore, which would probably be part of it." I said while holding up my left hand, curling and uncurling the fingers.

"Oh please. That hardly counts as not being human." He replied while tapping my forearm.

"And The knight in shining armor shows up." The director of the U.S.S.E interrupted, which prompted me to deploy the offensive weaponry on my wingsuit; In a split second, the director was on the ground in pain due to a short burst of low intensity laser pulses. The source of which, were two retinal tracking beam lasers that deployed from a compartment within the pack; They towered over me by about a foot, both extracting to the left and right of my shoulders by a few inches, and staying gyroscopically stabilized from my movements in any direction.

"ADMIRAL!" John shouted at me.

"That's for pointing a gun at me." I said calmly. "Now get this show on the road!" I commanded at the technicians all staring at me. "What's the deal with the two support pods?" I asked John, who still had a completely pissed glare.

"Why did you need to do that?" John asked with annoyance as he gestured to the man being hovered away on a floating stretcher.

"He started it first by pointing a handgun at me."

"Ugh, whatever… To answer your question, the security pod is for whatever my lie on the other side. The other one is a FTL comms drive, just input your retina scan, record the message and wait for the drive to fire the message into space via a very large beam of encoded light."

"Do you take me for an idiot, Admiral?" I asked in reference to the FTL communications device using light to send the message.

"It's was I was told to say. I reacted the same way you did." He replied. "They'll come through in thirty second intervals."

"Alrighty then… Thanks for everything, ya old timer." I said while extending my hand for a shake, which he took.

"I'm only sixty-eight." He countered.

"Yeah, more like six foot eight." I said in reference to his large stature. Before John could quip something else, and end up pulling me into a conversation again, I walked up to the ramp leading to the inactive wormhole. The engineers, and technicians responsible for operating the machine were doing all sorts of things, which eventually caused the Portal to hum in a low, drawn out pitch. As the seconds went by, the low droning sound ramped up into a squeal, followed by a thunderous crack. The instant my ears were filled with the booming sound, a bluish liquid filled the ring, and rippled like an ocean.

"All right, I just have one question. Is skinny dipping allowed at this pool party?"

"Nailed it, Admiral!" John retorted from the bottom of the ramp while giving me a thumbs up from close to his chest.

"Hop off, Mate." I said while turning back towards the water. I slowly inched up to the gateway of the water, almost seeing a reflection from the liquid. When I attempted to sink my finger into the liquid, someone stopped me.

"I wouldn't recommend that, Sir. If you take to long to fully breach the gateway, your body will be sent in pieces."

"Hmm, you think my might have been just ever so slightly important to say that BEFORE I ACTUALLY DO IT!"

"... Sorry!" He shouted in response.

With that in mind, I took one last glance at the friend I would most likely never see again. "Look out Raxxla, here comes the Human race."

A/N: This chapter has been rewritten for the final time as of 3/13/17. I will be endeavoring to rewrite what needs to be rewritten, so if you read the next chapter, and see a gazillion plot holes, this is why.