[Story RFC][Season 1] Nuevo Amanecer

[Dakota]

Nuevo AmanecerSouth Carolina, Feb 7, 2013
Pain
Gasping for breath and wincing at the aches as I cracked first one, then the other eye, open. Staring blurry-eyed at at the ceiling. It looked.. damaged.. blinking my eyes a few times didn't make it go away. Still blurry-eyed I pulled myself upright and staggered towards the bathroom. Everything felt.. funny, even walking. I tried to rack my mind for what had happened as I stepped into the bathroom in a pain filled daze, but nothing came to the fore of my mind.
Hands fumbling at the faucet for a moment before sticking cupped and shaking hands into the flow of cold water. Splashing it on my face left me sputtering and sneezing as it went right up my nose. As I started trying to wipe the water away the dawning realization that the shape of my face was wrong crept into my mind. Slowly opening my eyes, I gazed at the fox's face in the reflection. Who's ears started to droop and jaw slowly sag.
-my ears-
-My Jaw-
-MY FACE-
"oh FUCK.."
I 'd been turned into a fox morph.. my brain locked up upon seeing two tails behind me, before giving myself a good shake. I'd been turned into Dakota, my Champions Online character. I can roll with this even if a biomod wasn't something I'd been seeking. Letting out a deep breath, I then did the only reasonable thing someone in my position could so. I poked one of my ears and watched it flick away from the offending claw tipped digit.
*Pokepokepokepoke*
Heee, right enough of that.
The bodily aches had started to fade along with the sense of oddness. A quick examination made it clear everything was intact, if changed. My head, height, and legs being the heaviest changes. I stood a clear foot taller then I use to, covered almost solidly in chocolate colored fur. Somehow the shorts I'd put on yesterday had changed to fit. While the shirt was a complete write off.
Shiiit
There went my wardrobe, I carefully removed the destroyed shirt, dropping it in the trash. As I padded from the bathroom, moving as if I'd been born with digitigrade legs and a pair of tails. Pausing at the door to my room, I took in the damage. Racking my memories, I remembered waking up to find the mixer on of it's own accord and trying to turn it off. Everything after that a blur until waking up this morning. Given the splatter patterning, it must have ejected the wave rather violently right into my face when I reached over it. Any damage not a wave stain looked like it was a result of flailing, my flailing.
Sigh
The mixer had fried itself and it's attached laptop. No use getting any info from it to figure out what happened exactly. While the damage to the room was cleanable there was no fixing me. With that thought on my mind. I waved my hand over a modified webcam on my desk as I stepped by to get my Bug Out duffle bag from the closet. While I had never planned on leaving 'daneside. I'd put together a Bug Out bag anyway.
Hated that it ended up being necessary in the end.
Setting it on my bed as holograms shimmered into view above the desk. A error beep alerted me to the fact that the re-purposed satellite TV dish was out of alignment. A quick jerk put it back into proper place. A female electronic voice sounded from speakers. Sound files I'd gotten from a Trekkie engineer Up Stairs.
"Interweave connected, Ping! You have one new message."
I began emptying the bag of most the cloths. They didn't fit me anymore do to my 'mod. "Computer, Case Omega, Auth code - Oh God I Screwed Up." Lt. Liz was going to kill me, mainly because I still didn't have any interest in joining Star Fleet. Like she'd expect for pulling my ass out of the fire. That just meant giving up samples of my holotech to keep death by angry Klingon engineer at bay.
"Case Omega Activated. Message Sent, Backing Up Files To Off Planet Site."
Setting a pair of dark camo pants to one side. Those may still fit do to having been large on me when I was human. "Computer, total shutdown once back up is complete."
"Acknowledged."
{..Two Nights Later..}
Happy Klingon scares me more then Angry Klingon and Lt. Liz hasn't even gone through with the biomod yet. She did managed to arrange a ride for me through a independent courier that was willing to slip into the US.
With my bag slung over a shoulder I strolled into the darkened park under a new moon. My 'mod's enhanced night vision let me pick out the vague shapes of the playground equipment by the streetlights dim glow. I padded up to the sandbox and paused as I strained my ears for any sign of someone else being here. Nope, nothing, just me, insects, and the distant sounds of traffic.
Nodding I drew the road flare from a pocket. In one swift motion ignited and tossed it into the middle of the sandbox. Few minutes later a shape darker then the night sky descended into the park.

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