Part 1: Gingerfox

Candystripe was working on some modifications to her F-22 Raptor, the Candy Crane, in its hangar on Saltu. Mechastripe, her robot assistant, was handing her tools.
All of a sudden, a huge explosion boomed outside the hangar. Candystripe looked up and saw a flaming helicopter crash into the hangar. The name "Gingerwing" was written on the side, as well as nose art of a red fox on the front. The cockpit door swung open, and out stepped an anthro fox not unlike Candystripe's fox form.

Unlike Candystripe, however, this one was a red fox instead of an Arctic fox. She carried a semiautomatic rifle with fuchsia gunmetal. And over her eye was a mop of black hair with orange highlights.
"Who are you?" Candystripe asked.
"Uh, who are you?" the fox asked. She had a very girly-girl diva tone in her voice.
"Bianca Sanchez, otherwise known as Candystripe."
"Bianca Gingerfox," the fox said. "'Sup?"
"What are you doing here?" Candystripe asked suspiciously.

"My universe, like, kinda blew up," Gingerfox said. "Mind if I kinda stay here for a bit?"
"Sure, sure, not at all," Candystripe said, a barely detectable edge of suspicion in her voice. "Mechastripe, get our new guest a spare room and a cup of cocoa?"
"OF COURSE," Mechastripe said. "DO YOU WANT A CUP TOO?"
"Yes please," Candystripe said.
While Mechastripe directed Gingerfox out of the hangar, Candystripe opened the door to the helicopter. She looked inside the cockpit.
She finally spotted something in a crate in the back. She looked inside and gasped.

TO BE CONTINUED...