Author's note: This is my first real attempt at a decent fanwork. I do not own Star Fox or it's characters, however I do own all OC's used in this story. Please let me know what you think; criticism is acceptable, flames are not.
The day started out like any other for the crew of the Great Fox. They woke up, got dressed, checked for new assignments, and went about their business; Fox went to the bridge, Falco to the rec room, Slippy began improving the Arwings, and Krystal kept to herself, taking the day to finish reading a novel. It was another slow day, just like all the others they've had for the last month and a half since Andross' last defeat. They had taken a few odd jobs here and there, but it was starting to get to them. In their now substantial downtime, Fox had developed the habit of daydreaming in the captain's chair, and was often thinking about a certain cerulean vixen. He tried repeatedly to talk to her, but he would always get nervous and back out at the last moment.
"Why can't I just tell her how I feel? I know that I should be able to, but I ju-"His thoughts were then interrupted by the 'New Message' notification on the ship's comm. system. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed that General Peppy was trying to reach him. "Anything is better than this, I guess." he thought aloud. He played the message, hoping that it wouldn't be about another vandalism.
"Fox, we've received reports of a rouge ship near Aquas. We want your team to check it out, make sure that it's not a Venomian ship. We would send Cornerian forces, but the dust only just settled from the last war, and another one's the LAST thing we need. I've sent you the ship's coordinates and what we know about it, which isn't all that much. Good luck." The message ended, and true to his word, Fox found the ships information on an attached file. Apparently, they were looking for a dreadnaught-class cruiser with an emblem of a black sword behind a red crown. Fox sighed.
"Well, it's better than a vandalism. ROB, set a course to the General's coordinates, and send a message to the others to meet up here in five minuets." "Yes sir." was the android's only reply. Fox then studied the picture of the ship from the message. The ship's design was sleek and simple; it was triangular, a bit flat, slightly longer than it was wide, and tapered to a point at the front with the emblem at the rear on either side. It didn't look Venomian, and it definitely wasn't Cornerian, either. Concerned, he brought up a database of all vessels used by Lylat in combat and for transport."That's weird," he thought. "The ship didn't match ANY of them." He started pacing to help clear his head. Somehow he knew that it was going to be a long day.
Author's note: Sorry about the short chapter length, but hey, I have to start somewhere. There will be longer chapters in the future though, I guarantee it!
-Grey